wyrdwind

Red Handed

Got him Bambi twitterpated,

ain’t know what to do with his legs,

how to address a spirit him mama sent,

he a boy again, licked lip, flutterin’ lash,

and before those buttons snap I’ll ask,

“Are you a good man?”

Come all ye faithful, tarry the tune,

if you can match the grace my cloven hoof,

and the female caribou, she has antlers

all through the winter, guards the source,

sheds them only to see her babies born,

tread soft little hunter, these woods

snow laden, lichen scrabbled, deadly cold,

belong to Her. Hold them out.

Did any daughter suffer? Did you take

because she would not give? Put boots

under another woman’s bed?

Serve your mother last?

Do I smell disrespect?

Say devil’s in the details, scribe away the entrails,

mince the fuckin’ words, redefine your terms,

make a gentleman’s agreement, sign here,

see that X, that’s consent, we’ll hold summit,

more peace talks. Bitch I’ll say it once,

they write laws ’cause they mean to do wrong,

money exists to obfuscate human cost,

a pathetic attempt to assign worth, only a woman

holds rank of confessor, fuck ass white man’s paper,

papal parlor tricks, I mean pardons, Mr. Pwesident,

must mean sewious business, I’m circumspect

as machete’s caress on official’s cheek, shout out Brazil,

Native women ain’t meek, shit we’ve seen,

four in five on that DV, thousands missing,

affected disproportionately, who we gonna call,

the police?

She was no Deer Woman, a fateful Sioux,

Walks With Her Robe brought Custer low,

donned the iron oxide of a warrior,

mounted her black horse and rode,

said her heart was bad, revenge! Brother dead.

Weren’t a woman alone, three more in defense,

one forced dismount and she stabbed his back,

where he fell, a mother and daughter descended,

from a peaceful village, drove sewing awls into his ears

and an arrow shaft up his penis, said

“We do this

so that you will be permitted

to hear better in the next life.”

Old Money

Funny how violence just a hop skip

removed looks like destiny manifest,

divine right of kings, take your pick,

all that gold and silver, cash crops and timber,

sugar, cotton, tobacco, dye, slave labor,

everything that made Europe,

you stole it all from us.

Talk shit ’bout Muricans, fair but

where the fuck these na hullos from?

Same shit, different stall,

shoe the other foot,

just ten percent of us left alive, total,

across two continents, the brink of extinction,

Ima need that tongue seasoned, taste the salt,

tell me ’bout the feats of your civilization,

tout the frippery of your culture, high brow,

your fancy school, your summer house, my bad, estate,

some pappy’s supposed nothing, industry, legacy,

look if you ain’t broke ass Irish or a musician

I do not give a fuck. Bards I respect. The flame,

true spirit, love of the land. My clan

was Panther, for the darkest month of winter,

warm banaha and wild game, hunter warriors

once upon a time, don’t keep prey close quarters,

blades up when the crops fail, taut bow,

oh I do go for the throat,

blood or song there, breathe fire blue hot,

tummy rumble meat scorch, that good bark,

best off the bone, marrow lip gloss, baby fuel

of any kind, I go all night,

rhythm circadian, infradian, planetary respiration,

stars aligned, real gold passed down

generations, strength of a matriline,

good medicine.

Hollow Point

Lover below spare me this shit,

two white man friendly debate,

askin’ if free will really exists,

not my not my fuckin’ circus,

playin’ YouTube school booth Socrates,

that arm chair circle jerk flick,

masters of logic against anecdotal evidence,

arrogance still an emotion bitch,

assumin’ you exempt make you twice inept,

had kiss on every ego boo boo consequence,

in a world caters your whims you’re never upset,

someone’s trauma is your fun thought experiment,

that calm don’t make you superior, ignorant pup, but hey,

men’s ignorance built governments, invented church,

oooh you an atheist, big whoop, real cut above,

no sense of magic, mystery, or wonder, it’s sewious,

woman says walkin’ alone dangerous you ask for a source,

your house that’s who does all the chores, gave birth,

passed that fat head and shat on it, that’s your gut biome,

bet she’s real proud when you fap over the horrors of war,

crack jokes ’bout a man put his wife in a blender,

clever buddy hyucks how you measure self worth.

In the first four years after 9/11

twice as many civilian women were killed

by a current or former intimate partner

than soldiers died in the field. That don’t count

what our best and bravest did to women abroad,

perhaps you’re too young to remember Never Forget,

fuckin’ obnoxious, take your sad lil tapir snoot,

go seepy ’cause he went achoo,

that’s called a soft target, be cute weren’t such a prick,

jump to give instead of inflict,

well I go em-dash superscript specific,

blast radius maximum tissue damage,

one shot and it’s colostomy bag,

’bout as tough as a pair o’ table grapes,

could go either way, wrinky peach in my palm

go pop hallelujah or pop scream vomit,

men fight ’cause they wanna jack off,

but make no fuckin’ mistake,

I’m here ’cause I want you

to stop.

Green Tip, Black Tip

Really a lavender menace,

I play it close to the nest,

if I’m at all dangerous that’s just

mama goose grim, see some little ones

don’t even ask whose they are,

don’t act a fool sniffin’ ’round here,

neither forgive nor forget, try me

and it’s on sight,

see you ain’t smile how everyone love yo papa,

see how low his hands go, think respect mean obey,

how he readjust sudden seen I saw, skin crawl,

that spider strand thrum,

I’m never wrong,

and I don’t talk to Jesus, don’t call the cops,

I face myself and ask if there’s a God today,

’cause behind every great man

is a fetid kill garden where his victims fell,

the stench of excess, species invasive, unsustainable,

it’s guilty ’til proven innocent, what he stole,

him compass only point himself, root rot

is fungal, mercy won’t wash it, empathy

requires theory of mind, pacifism a conscience,

you pay out in sufferin’ when you buy into an afterlife,

some bullshit retirement plan, pain makes course correction,

money don’t make a hard target, man ain’t sportin’ Level IV plate,

son I’m a freak, drew unicorns impalin’ monsters as a girl, burst guts,

and right now yo mama ain’t strong in her house,

well I make house outta nothin’, make it wherever I please,

wee hours that’s me, wing beats, come away, come away,

and it’s never too late to reclaim, my faithworn, weak, and weary,

you may be grown

but you all my babies, and as for yo daddy,

he went out with a bang.

Sheela na Gig

I wanna see some fine motor skills,

vagina dentata confirmed kills,

says he need clear signals,

that so that so well guess what,

inner two thirds don’t feel much, sorry son,

you ain’t good, she hollerin’ that’s performance,

penetration don’t define sex, fuck about your length,

crusty ass digits don’t respect the real estate,

wanna call it home you gotta maintain,

arms, thighs, belly, nape, kneadin’ hips spots they ache,

not a soul ten mile radius guessin’ at who your missus,

you’ll know what it’s worth when you barely gotta touch her,

amp hum, rolling fields, monsoon,

murmurs in your neck, busy kisses on your jaw, lil bite,

can leave the panties where they are, it’s cold outside,

she done doubled in size, quite the catch

teemin’ in your hand, strum a wishbone lush and fat,

brace your wrist she buck that, puppydog startin’ understand

the assignment,

the rubric, woman’s joy NC-17, capacity obscene,

weaponize a bank account ’cause you don’t measure up,

pourin’ from an empty cup, flavor flat as your back end,

now I seen some sexy scarecrows in my time

but honey that’s vibes you don’t possess,

and ode to the monster fuckers, those girls get down,

make priests put they eyes out,

goddamn anythin’ better than a man’s man,

real Shape of Water shit, Adam the corpse quilt,

fuckin’ Fallout ghouls,

I’m sayin’ the problem’s you,

remember them bonobos,

cuddlebug fuck-a-thon peaceful unless,

unless you’re an overly aggressive male,

forgettin’ him own self, and the girls,

they circle up different kinda pound town,

lead by example, beat him half to death

and chew his balls in public,

touchin’ they ladybits and each other,

reaffirm the bonds of civilized society,

I said you gotta maintain,

see there may have been a serpent in that garden,

but darlin’ Adam was the snake, tough swallow,

it’s not this one’s rotten aw shucks,

one bad apple spoils the bunch.

Well Played

That’s one left in the chamber,

six days work on seventh rest,

nah that’s shots in a revolver, keep hold

those bullet casings, can’t find me no ID,

pray the Pleiades,

gotta count seven sisters wanna set sail,

keen eyed ghost of the Star Gauge,

author Su Hui a child prodigy,

she the best ever did it, woman poet,

prismatic complex palindromic,

color coded reads in every direction,

all of it rhymes and makes sense,

universe of loneliness contained in a single box,

bit like Emperor Wu Zetian, not Empress,

that’s a matter of rank, sphere of influence,

board set for her sex required ruthlessness,

and shit you know at this stage of evolution,

discussion of a worthy man is purely academic,

no matter how exceptional she is, stone brilliant,

he’ll hurt her to feel important, well Zetian

ruled behind the scenes long before she took her seat,

brought fifteen years of stability and prosperity,

one could achieve rank from any birthplace, literacy,

promoted skill and talent over funding and family,

the least amount of court corruption ever seen,

she was betrayed.

Greedy eunuchs destroyed her legacy, though not entirely,

dashed a vision of what China could have been, and Su Hui,

lost in the verse over some supposed love of her life,

that fool boy cheat, left her for a concubine,

and at the center of her stunning devastation, why, why,

frantic at limitations imposed by form, eloquent misery,

an empty space where Heart should be.