diaric, poetry

’23 Down Burns the House

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When the siding’s in cinders
and now I lounge on
warm rock warmed
too by my bones
my purring bones

Asleep in the day
in the open—a torch
of rest daring you to
wake me. Inviting you to
sneak past.

Or not.
Whatever.
I’m good either
way.

WHEN THE RENAISSANCE WORLD TOUR IS AT MY DOOR
!!! !!! !!! IloveyouBeyoncé
humbledinthepresenceofyourprowessyourvisiontheinspirationyouare

When the world is my kind of pink
IloveyouBarbie-O,therichgiving
yougavemeyougavemeplaysandimaginingsOandIbrokefree !!! !!! !!!

Fellowhearts choose the dark
paths, cross purposes
known as Unnecessary and Obligation.
known to be rough.
known to take you from yourself.

There are too many nightmares roamin' around.

Meanwhile, my quiet
observation is a trance. Takes note. Bears witness.
The white bear and the black jaguar
chose me.

When a second Renaissance
surprises; her sandcastles are built
together, and the joust was good and sun.
shadow dancing dapple

When the letter arrives right
before the double moonwalk.
Signed forevermore,
Stay wavy, peaches. Stay wavy.


A journeycake. A blown still.
The burning house. A mercy kill.

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