Solstice Hymn

Winter time is a god hung low in the southern sky,
with equatorial persuasion catching at his heels,
dragging his body to lower places, while keeping others
in perpetual shadow–to frost and then bite
at what shafts they can snatch from a falling god.
Up here, thin corpses are forced to hurry

their descent to dust; to rush to fall and hurried
on to winter. No time to lose, when the sky
clasps her grey shroud about the naked god,
shrugging into her fresh fallen gown and heels.
She sings hymns to her goddess and bites
out lullabies to the weary day-world—“hush, there are others

who need his warm embrace now and nothing other
than gold to flow in their streams”, she does not hurry
but tends the evergreen, who must thaw winter’s bite.
Blue to blue to blue: hues of an ever-clear sky
darkened in the mourning of the deity with caught heels.
Then a blue in the evening, calling home the lost god,

but mortals know better than to lend morning to one god
alone; ever-changing, ever-present; always Other.
Crystals shriek in protest of him, but oh the moon healer
is back this day—precious mother won’t you hurry,
babes of ice beckon your rise to the sky.
They weep at golden light and at warm fingers bite,

teething for the chill in their sodden gums. Biting
back evanesced breath, the moon rises—goddess
divine—what being could ever hope to take his sky
for her own? Hung in the ebb, she knows no other
than the flow of dark energy, slow, with no hurry
toward trepid light. Smooth and heal

with darkened balm our warm boy’s heels
for to run from your coning realm, he is bitten
and pulled to an underworld. Surely hurried
to be the southern son of almighty God’s
last loved hemisphere—or at least treated other
than the now chilled nations of the upper sky.

Winter, cold mother, clothe and heal this world
bitten by sunlight’s reign, ruminate on the hurry
of a god to other skies and sing us numb lullabies.

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M Problems

We just wanted a couple more nights
Of fun, but we were robbed blind
And I scrambled in the dark for some
Semblance of a key but it just
kept turning into cocaine.

I wept that I had to clean up again–
broken candy canes, beer cans,
bloody tissues.

I just want to make rent, but cash
Floweth from my familiar vein and
So some people keep pointing to it
Like el dorado in the sunlight.

I don’t really understand it, but it’s
Shiny and it’s making you happy,
But the windows and doors are coated
In heavy powder, thick dust.

I can’t keep cleaning them over
and over just to find the trail blown
again.

I turned out the lights too and thought
I wouldn’t be scared, I’m an adult now,
But sighs seep out of the emptiness
And I am scared as shit.

Star Babies

All those beautiful pinholes in the ceiling,
tiny pricks of light leaking
into a darkened world.
A thousand light years away
could not keep them from burning
roundness in our vision.
A deity’s million jewels revolving
and reveling in their adornment
on a deep blue mantel–
brighter than eyes spying on
the offspring below,
worlds in tow.

(YOU)NIVERSE

I SEE NOW
WE FEEL YOUR RIPPLES
PULSING THROUGH OUR
FLESH FEELING BODIES
BUT WE DONT KNOW
HARDLY CAN KNOW
BUT ALWAYS TRY TO KNOW

ITS GENESIS

AH SO DO YOU
ONLY FEEL THE WAVES
AFTER THE FACT
LIKE US LIKE
MORTALS FROM DUST
TO DUST?

I CANT TRUST INSTINCT
I CANT TRUST WHAT HAS BEEN
LEARNED
BUT TRUTH
LIES IN BOTH

WAIT

MAYBE YOU NEVER KNEW EITHER
OR
YOU DID NOT KNOW YOU KNEW
LIKE I NEVER KNEW I KNEW
A THOUSAND EPIPHANIES
AFTER LOOKING IN THE
NIGHT SKY
OR YOUR EYES

I ALWAYS ASKED: WHO?
BUT IT WAS ALWAYS IN
YOU YOU YOU
A THOUSAND WORLDS
A THOUSAND YEARS
GRAINS OF SAND COULD NEVER
AMOUNT TO

BUT I BREATHE THEM IN
YOU BREATHE THEM OUT
WE BREATHE WE BREATHE
WE
BE
WE
BE

I SEE