wyrdwind

Pomegranate Kisses

Honey don’t be embarrassed,

I’ve not so much thumbs

as two green fists

and all them topside did need

to learn respect. I came

all the way down here just

to put Spring fingers all up in it,

this grave dirt,

and I’ll invent winter

to touch where that flower

keeps roots.

The most beautiful I’ve ever seen—

something coming from me—

sweetness it sure seems

like you’ve been waiting.

My journey was long,

you don’t make it easy,

and maybe this flusters your plans,

but I’ve never met a dog

wouldn’t be lapping my hand,

wouldn’t lie down for the night

or forever, suffer faithful

by my door. In the grand

scheme of things, one mouth

or three, there’s fruit

on this tree, skulls beneath.

Sometimes I’ll leave, lest

I love you to death.

Burst sudden forbidden color

when I put you to bed.

May Day

Full throttle V cylinder, hundreds

fold. Superbloom furious rushes

sand blasted roads. The ride way,

rumbles your legs, won’t hit the chorus

if you don’t bring the rain.

Discordant bellows, harmony not,

when she’s in season it’s all you’ve got,

don’t stop, don’t stop,

hell’s gate promises only drought.

Harder don’t mean faster, beware,

if you can’t take direction

she’ll take you there: crosses

and candles in ditches, snared.

Gremlin Bell

One street donkey town,

fuzzy baby boom, driftwood janky

and an old timey saloon. Arizona

about sums it up. Santa Muerte

for un-Catholics, criminals, deviants,

or drunks. Suicide gamblers

exsanguinated of luck.

Our Lady of the Dead,

a real heavy lifter, do everything

you can before you meet her. All

she asks for. And me, I’m a helper,

I won’t coddle your ass, but lover,

stay on these hips and I’ll make it

make sense.

Give it time, give it distance,

light some pillars and incense,

whatever goes bump in your nights,

throw hands enough it’s alright.

Told you once before, I can ride.

Till the end or die trying, it goes.

Don’t need prayers if I’m yours.