wyrdwind

Mandrake

Catch this fuckin’ update,

the goal of every state,

think Her corpse can incubate,

they saw that clot up in her brain,

Adriana say her name I’ll wait,

c-section out of time so surprised,

curdled and deformed no drugs suffice,

no man’s supposed height can override

the power of the mother’s mind, unviable,

those filthy traitors failed, that baby won’t survive,

will never open its eyes,

she has to be alive, She has to be alive,

only woman can create a life,

that’s right, you don’t have the fuckin’ gametes,

the size of these, double X double decked gene bank,

that sperm don’t succeed, it’s chosen by the egg,

he didn’t swim fast, she rolled out the welcome mat,

and you’re all just shootin’ blanks and trash,

out beachin’ decrepit microplastics,

your sack’s a senior center, janky nails piss pants,

can’t even give a woman pleasure, just one orgasm?

Rev the engine once and done, she barely warm,

shit she best take her business elsewhere.

Fuck yourself. Die or do better. You men,

you’re expendable and ill-bred. Look around

that’s the best you’ve done six thousand years,

most defects are caused by nasty sperm,

that meal ain’t fit to serve, call yourself a chef

so you feel special slingin’ slop, chawge extra for staws,

you’re not the cream of any crop, shape the fuck up

and pray she wants your best shot, pray the scent

of your sweat alone makes her wet and do the most,

shit, was that my outside voice?

She won’t be there to raise her boy.

Dirty Laundry

Out damn spot I say—

Lady Mac those in the back—

step the fuck off Magdalene,

you’re unworthy of the Mother’s name,

tired ass dichotomy

Madonna-whore titty babies

I’m a secret, third, far worse thing,

mean and green, Solid Snake operations,

grind priest bones in these metal gears,

best believe he’ll rise again, His body is my bread,

sleepin’ on a giantess, I do it big and blasphemous,

climb a fuckin’ beanstalk in my Sunday best,

did you know a pussy’s got scales?

Of a sort. Swallows what’s good,

sheds what don’t suit her,

that’s holy gore, that white’s gone

without peroxide and ice water,

leave that shit to swans, ain’t talkin’ Lir,

wanna speak on curses when you’ve got,

checks notes,

155 women’s corpses in a mass grave

and, what, 800 infants?

Tell me more ’bout that wicked stepmom.

Oh I smell the jealousy of women alright,

was anyone fuckin’ surprised?

Hur dur church church, fee fi fo fum,

some fool wrote on An Gorta Mor

like naked babies mud huts but but

the women were beautiful, chaste, and pious

like that’s fuckin’ important.

Oh I’m sure you love

a woman don’t know what she want

and won’t demand it, look what Grace did

to get a seat.

Take it all off boys, drop it and leave,

walk until you see trees—

not what you deem suitable for forestry,

waa waa my licensing—

walk until your feet bleed, no daughter of mine

stoop to anoint, loose not a lock from braid,

I’ll have you fresh as a daisy

come Spring.

Mantle

I throw down like amanita,

drop a bitch like pop that kneecap,

watch that pop pop poverty percentage,

got fat on bread and circuses, this land

belongs to Herself, ain’t no rest

for the wicked, yo ass, dressin’ like a man

jumpin’ on yo mama back, divide Her

parcel out lots and grovel to the church,

one two punch so she don’t stand up,

well I fight a fuckin’ corner, best call the coroner,

give a cause o’ death, magic girl transformer,

go ski mask luchador slap like old Morrigan’s paps,

least you know how to suckle, buncha hogs,

say you want ten brats work your farm.

For what? For what? Your mark,

it’s shit-streaked underwear,

what’s another pair at the river ford, your culture

blames wolves when a sheepdog did that,

nothin’ more aggressive than an inbred mutt,

lustin’ after more than we need our own selves,

perhaps another son.

That’s right, that’s right,

the danger’s inside. Nothin’ worse

than a dog don’t know its place,

it’s women who domesticate, remediate,

made basket and fire and stood upright,

sought game to feed our growin’ brains,

this was paradise when women ate,

ain’t king for life that’s stud service for today,

good lovin’ gets a torc on it, favorite gets housebroken,

sits at the hearth, shades under what sprung

all around from the best acorn,

has the privilege of her heart,

the purpose of his hands,

it’s about balance.

A woman’s choice is sacrosanct.

Oak, ash, birch, and hazel,

holly, alder, willow and elm,

vines, moss, lichen and ferns,

the ancestress of all polar bears,

the greatest elk to ever live,

well you can’t tranquilize my ass.

Highs are ineffective,

lows make me horny and mad,

I only settle in the mist,

under my canopy of consonants, belly full

with vowel sounds, look around I say again

and ask me now,

from your tomb of ash and oil, glass and brick,

was it worth it?

Fury Road

Unsee un-unfortunately

I stay on task relentlessly,

twice as bad when I’m asleep,

ring a ring around that henbane,

this will only end my way, all

all rivers lead to me, my water

oaths inviolate amniotic endless night,

daughter of the deep, oh I’m a heavyweight,

hit open air as a babe and every man cried,

seen old soldiers all my life, stand straight,

“Did you serve?” Nah but I know the drill.

Meet military standards ’cause our district

is dirt poor, half this hovel ain’t got a floor,

kids’ hopes ain’t high, scholars not,

that’s the catch, poverty replaced the draft,

I’m pullin’ up with Nux and Praetorian Jack,

you wouldn’t understand, woulda loved choir or band,

instead I’m Miss Mad Max with the cramped pen hand,

here for my songbirds and warriors without homeland,

backdrop Nazis, Harleys, and Wasteland Weekend,

think fast someone ask you Odinsdottir, -ing or not,

loaded fuckin’ question, math montage, full Sherlock,

how much word of mouth until full gulag, sundown town,

like first of all I’m Choctaw, gods I just wanna fuck off,

river’s struck drought guess I gotta wreath up and walk,

so heavy is the head beneath this crown,

lamp in the black aboard ferryman’s boat,

shit’s ’bout to get real if I’m above ground,

darlin’ this everyone’s last stop.

Persuasion

Ain’t exactly ballet,

like rock rock hard place,

hurry up and wait, steady heart rate,

I’m the stone or the stream and the bottom,

that’s a position of strength, there’s no leverage

if we’re chest to chest, who wins

is who drops hips lowest, if I strike

it’s with the Earth,

your head ain’t harder than Hers,

then there’s small joint manipulation,

my good bitches leg lock and flyin’ armbar,

that’s assumin’ I like you enough

not to smack the bridge of your nose,

if I just wanna cuddle it’s a two point hold,

maybe play a round of flip the turtle,

best tuck them feets up under your butt,

keep all hands and limbs inside this ride,

come at me hot and it’s like fwwwp

black ice,

too much fuss to fight you’ll find,

look an old man eat shit shoutin’ at the sky,

don’t be That Guy, coulda been set for life

but Nope fights with his wife,

fuckin’ two ball clown honk spite,

cut the nose off your own face, greedy eye,

like okay Bictor Fwankenstein,

well no woman’s gotta give you the time,

best for all involved you pipe down and realize

I’m always right.

Hydration Break

Her many legends begin differently—

no man was worthy

so she wed a dog some say—

but they all end the same.

On a fishboat out to sea, by one

to whom love is the only responsibility,

Sedna is betrayed.

To spare himself the trouble, her father butchers

his daughter’s hands, this man

she trusts most to care, this mighty hunter,

watches his child drown, her frozen fingers

dismembered,

she sinks still reaching for help from above

and none comes, light sputters out, salt

water crushes her lungs.

Something answers in the dark.

Her passion, fury, and anguish flourish, the arctic

claims this daughter now, she’s not lost,

she grows a tail, mutilation multiplies her,

she leaves humanity behind,

those fingers become all the fish, whales, and seals,

who call her mother beneath the ice, upon whom

everyone relies. A goddess among spirits. When she rages

shamans do not patronize or beg for mercy,

they venture below to comb her long dark hair

which holds Eternity,

put fresh water in every mouth for she

is always thirsty,

thank her for every catch, remember

when a wrong’s been done

we all must carry that, you don’t say enough, the hurt

decides when you move on. If.