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diaric, poetry

’23 you didn’t read the book??

Photo by Boston Public Library on Unsplash
messy messy mess-mess
	mess messy mess

mess and listen run aground
messy kiss and lies
	
messy messy mess-mess;
	A pocketful of rye
messy messy mess-mess;
	And us an angel tie.

Four-and-twenty blackbirds, fenceposts of the day
messy messy mess-mess;
I keep what you say.

messy messy mess-mess;
baked it in a pie.
	oh-so-hot your steel-beamed truth
to be your reject is to be my butterfly

it's time to take to the bath. 
Timing just for redress.

When it’s time for the answers to all keys
And the fresh sack of flour is spoilt.
When I am the fire in the belly, serving
the witch that you need.

when baby needs a new pair of shoes
so we went to bed with six.

Monthly jukebox1:

  1. For some reason, everywhere I go, I hear “Hotel California”. The Eagles have something for me, it would seem. lmk fellas. ↩︎

[archival] for the curious, these diary entries (and jukebox time capsules) from the same time period in past years:

* ’22 B Sounds
* ’21 Even my silence is powerful
* ’20 Bagheera Chamomile
* ’19 The Jasper Vessel

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diaric, poetry

’23 Down Burns the House

Photo by Shot by Cerqueira on Unsplash
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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diaric, poetry

’23 Consequences

square photo of orca whale keychain in a blue-bottomed toy water table
The summer of smoke teaching us to pay
better attention to air quality scores

A bike without a wheel

Istanbul was a cat in your bed
then turned around into an international traffic incident

Desperate for a smile.

What’s enough warning for a 
tidal reckoning?

When experimentation is the object, don’t you see? 
No, you feel. The eyes of the sea. 

P		L		A		Y

and some Roy Orbison MAX VOL, I expect.

I jotted this down early
before my clear bottle
arrives my sailboat, 
salvation, my vessel of 
surrender.


<<I am brave>>
     --aged six
songs coming through the vines and lines this time around
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