wyrdwind

Ovulation

Shit, been faithful as Penelope

waitin’ on Odysseus’ wack ass,

fuck the fuck’s this fool at?

Said I said it’s reignin’ men, step out

go where my dogs at

and got ten leash in the hand,

whole high octane shep pack

and not a one got legs enough

get up on all that.

This right here, mama got back,

not just the kind rip ya pants,

break the bed, pray the bed ’cause

ain’t spine bumps all greyhound,

those dimples where it disappeared,

I disclose, rainy dove, you won’t last,

spent hours on the irons

so you’d stand a chance,

hun he gave up the ghost

but you’ve still got hands,

you’ve got hands and I want ’em,

just once ain’t ever enough,

you keep goin’ ’til I say you’re done,

put you out to pasture darlin’ right

right here, I promise I can be sweet,

I can be so

tender,

lazy strings so s-slow,

I can spell the shape

of your every need with my tongue

’til you’re the dark kinda soft

and lap that shit up. Waste not a drop.

It’s not enough.

Way the earth cleaves against root,

I take possession, I want

every inch of you. Give me color,

quiver, mouthfeel. Lips

on the bob of your throat. Arms

up over head, I’ll hold you down

while you decompose, this is how

mama makes

music.

Divination

Like a man gets me in my feelins,

daisy chainin’ patience tap a trunk,

waits a season if he must, mannered mouth,

dog deep in the sugars when they come,

s-sticky sap that muzzle shut

all the time it took,

oh he’s in it now.

Wove an arch, willow whipped ablaze,

marked the hollow where we’ll lay,

he’ll be a busy busy boy indeed much

much longer than a year and a day,

fix his pretty crown and drag

him all the way down

to bless this Beltane gate.

Pick the leaves from his hair,

trace the flats of his hands,

fingers love slicked double dipped

with our scent, my boy knows it,

has the taste, the palate,

lay and lay again, singin’ sinews

where he’s bent, x marks the spot,

a circlet every wheel spoke

made of any everythin’ around

for my favorite, my only one,

oh you know you know a man

is only God

the moment of his death. His woman

gives that to him.

Intoxication

What can I say,

I grew up on Mead Lane,

mama likes a frenzy, she inebriates,

blanket for his back, ridin’ just enough rough,

nape exposed and thigh sized up,

we’ll find out if this simple stud

has the makins of a King.

Honey when I say I want him hung,

I’m talkin’ Odin’s absolute surrender,

flyin’ fuck ’bout manhood ’cause he wants

to Know.

Gotta do to get there, banfilid blood drunk

battle madness, blade of the poetess

plungin’ at his heart. You know I fuck

with some mixed media,

one part science and two part metaphor

shaken on the rocks. Capsized.

No glass baby boy, open wide

open, tense shift perspective bump,

don’t ask who that was, wanna

see stars in your eyes when it’s

when it’s done. Give me tears

after one shot, swallow hard

and feel me burn. Belly twitch.

Amber lit hairs, buttered limbs slip

and slide, don’t care what’s next

so long as you’re mine own, flesh brazen,

you know

valkyries are swan maidens.

Confession

Call me Lancelot ’cause I’d fuckin’

risk it all,

wreck a table, a house, a kingdom

over true love. Fuck’s a grail got?

God? Hah. See you’re Guinevere

in this scenario, it’s not the chromosomes,

it’s the calluses, the seasoned touch,

horse ought to be wild and willin’,

let run, not fancy in a barn,

I want your hair down, guard

unlaced, or you weren’t wearin’ it,

let me know your plans tonight,

who your rider is.

I’m easy on the reins,

my legs do the navigatin’,

happy holdin’ on a bit, idle ya,

cradle strength of a pulse content,

swell and spent of each breath shared,

I said forever and that’s what I meant,

stars as my witness fervent, an oath,

some must be broken and others upheld,

swearin’ on God, King, or Country well,

that’s sworn nothin’ at all, scab of a wall,

barbed wire barrier call the shrike impale

traitors to the Sacred Heart herself,

among brambles rampant, berry stained,

we found a fire in the dark, you’re askin’ me

where we’d go if we just left tonight,

same as we’ve gone the first we locked eyes,

into the wild.

Oh if Love were always convenient,

we’d never understand sacrifice,

fletch the pain required to fly,

where no two spirits more alike,

as if fine-tuned from on high,

every shiver wish sprung alive,

the final kiss on every bitter why,

society may scorn and decry,

who knows not their self entire,

knows naught of true desire,

fire pure. We’re here on Earth

to keep each other warm.

Ride.

Remission

By now I’ve got a reputation,

and people jump the chance

to think a woman crazy, but see

that even keel I’ve maintained,

if run aground by thrashin’ waves,

it was never ’cause of that.

My ghosts are subtle, tasteful, even kind,

like damn you a busy bitch never mind,

we love you so much alright? Kiss, hug. Who’s we?

More than five.

Faintly clown the laundry song in bed

once or twice,

left my warm cocoon, very funny guys.

Mostly that front’s quiet as a mass grave.

Take a number, get in line or pay me rent.

You know how a life threatenin’ infection

can put an autoimmune disease in sleep mode?

How a chronic ache can temporarily subside

if you like…stab yourself? Burn your palm.

Like whoah, holy shit I’ll show myself out.

Remember Eddie and Venom?

That’s ovary one and two on my period right there,

anyway,

they’re buddies. It’s all…good. Fully

assimilated if not strictly blendin’ in.

Maybe worry about the apocalypse,

or bein’ dirt poor in America.

Or! That tablet papyrus whatever

written by some old codger to his spawn

tellin’ him to marry a good-time girl,

known to her village, let her be loud

and indulge herself, do not deny her,

for a joyful nature

marks calm waters,

smooth sailin’.

Benediction

This mouthpiece drippin’ blood,

bids a hollow muscle size of a fist

to pump.

You keep goin’ ’til I say you’re done,

and I’m not one to hesitate or deviate,

dead or alive what’s owed to me,

a matter of semantics when a goddess

takes a mate.

The command for either is the same,

and man’s only job ever been

sing pretty, give baby, be jolly and die.

The good way. Winged kisses huntin’

on a hedge maze, struck

by tooth or thorn or claw, variety

is spice. The many shapes

I take pleasure in. To be my One

is to check the Other box, Pandora not,

you were never locked, mine own heart

from the very start. No fatal form

I can’t recognize, improvise. Not my fault

they can’t handle what they see inside.

I’m bright.

The secret sun of a moonless sky,

what heat yet writhes in your veins,

or in your loins navigate by.

It’s my design. Men think they rise

to meet the divine. Some lofty Daddy

source to cite. An overmind. Fool’s errand.

A spoiled child’s cry.

Make your bed and act right.

Any woman knows each month,

where we stood and bore the pulp,

the fruit of us, of what is, could be, and was,

so we’d outpace extinction,

strove every step to develop humans.

Graciously await the day

you give back what you took,

return to Her, there is no great Above,

just a froth of stars in a tomb endless,

the gift of consciousness diminishes,

slips further from your desperate grip,

smothers if you cling to it. We learn young,

circadian and infradian rhythms, submit to sleep,

weaned from mother’s milk with lullabies,

rottin’ grown teeth sucklin’ that I,

we take our pain with our paradise,

all that grace your plate reminds,

you become life.