diaric, poetry

Loomingssoak

When you reeled in the support you have
craved for longer than was necessary,
when you will rest.
When you will tender your
skin, your bones, your body whole with warm
water, scrubs and salt and lotions, with musics

a pair of blue-covered books (a song and a whale of a tale)
the virginal moon, snow-full

and yes, it is snowing again. 
and yes, i was warned about today’s wrinkles
and yet, the calendar insists–come to meet
and I must spur on.


If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.

Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

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diaric, poetry

Correction:


When they must be doing something wrong
(a whole lotta cheating going on);
when your butt’s sore (but improving)
and the clog is deep in the line (but courage
and determination must persist);
when the Chief Justice is you, presiding
over consecutive flurries


When this time of year: makes me think of rainbows
because my twin is one; a horned mermaid
underneath and a horned rising to your face.
She’s the start of the wheel.


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diaric, poetry

I’ve Got My Eyes on You


When great conjunct great;
When you meet me at the equinox, I’ll telephone but it won’t matter.
When I can stay as long as you want, but 6 o’clock will do.
When it’s just coffee, not a surrender.
When I spent a love afternoon with a darling friend, in between the stoplights,
and great conjunct great.


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King Already

instagram.com/lisasterle <– exquisite art please take a gander ❤

when it’s Rulership all
around, when it’s time already, align
all ready; when before enlightenment: carry water, chop wood;
when after enlightenment: carry water, chop wood
beautiful blushing bbs trawling
the poem of the deep song


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diaric, poetry

0º sign o’ the scales

Photo by Edwards Lee on Unsplash

∞ ∞ ∞

when you find the dice rolling already, when the ads are out and the old
familiar melody is naïve and here, when the hermit comes with rolling
punches and giggles and a yowling cat, when the bench is empty and Justice
is now written in the stars, when it’s roses • roses • roses • roses • roses • ros

∞ ∞ ∞

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rest in power

so, this is on the horizon ….. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

when it’s so many beings gone in the dark and more new ancestors permeating, when it’s always ‘you can’t wear a crown with your head down,’ when over here healing generations and hoe, YRU here? when it’s time for a red velvet radio redux methinks, children

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