diaric, poetry

My Prerogative (Ahab’s Derangement)

when it’s the psychopathy of society
or the classical descent
into madness by the sea.
when We’re Here.

when her teeth are finally ship-shape.
When researching the look of Ereshkigal for familiarity.

when the closer is so lame.

when you’re on the road to Boise—
named from the relief of woodlined water
for travelers, for trappers crossing
the Snake, the year I was born.


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diaric, poetry

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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