wyrdwind

Clairaudience

I am a simple woman

I like an exposed nape, a shoulder kiss

Hard swallow belly clench

Two sweet little pebble pricks

Startled through thin cotton, yeah

Got him so bothered he don’t feel that

Artist arthritis

Bump his hips hands haphazardous

Tryna finish his pet pet project

Just to gasp buck the prettiest mess

What’s the purpose of a surface

I don’t christen it

A space without my acoustics

Wouldn’t say my boys romantic

But he do say, “You can do anything you want”

“I’m yours.”

And I do it, woman marks her territory

High heat high fidelity

Want that mouth slaked off salt from my thigh

Real dimple thick

Got that strength and that endurance

Baby it’s unfortunate

Can’t watch you pop more than once

Oh every couple of hours or so

You know I shake a bottle, you know you know

Like my champagne like my sea foam

I do it like Dionysus

Papa panting from the chase

Put sugar blush of grapes to shame

Maybe I’m a maenad menace

Or maybe I’m your Isis

Bout to have our wedding night

If I gotta fight the gods and steal a name

What’s a little dismemberment

A little death and mayhem

Boy I said I liked that mess

Ride you bare back till you’re broken in

No mind the matter where your parts went

Saved my favorite favorite bit for last

And oh you’re gilded whole again

You’ll catch my rhythm at a distance

That’s just what it means to be that bitch

Difference ‘tween some slip of a priestess

That weak shit you been drinking

And the Mistress of Magic

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Life Alert

Uh oh here comes heavy flow

Girls hold onto your tampons

Mama said l-let there be light on a Sunday

She said she said cook me a steak

Like that like that like I like my man

Rare

Well salted, seared, and dripping wet

Took the brand now let him rest

That’s a cygnet ring, honey, and a vegan

Just wrecks the environment in a second direction

Can’t pink up puffy lipped like this

Throw back-ack till he’s helpless

No circulation on an anemic

Land needs its apex predators

Oh I’m a creature of the flesh

Said all that is mine to give

First cut of my meat and sip of my wine

Your name I cry aloud in the night

I’ve got the eggs if you’ve got the platelets

I’ve got the teeth if you’ve got the iron

He’s got spirit

Long legs and a high flight response

Papa’s blood runs just a bit hot

And baby I’ll put that blanket on

Hand stitched dove grey Morning Star

Sleipnir needs his Odin after all

‘Cept I don’t keep my beard up top

Hah, you know

Look it’s not braided or anything

She’s just dignified, you know

We’re both grown, the same species

We make like autumn ahead of spring

That otherworldly mist

Burning trees and twilight haunting

Catch a chill off that eerie noise

Kids that’s bugling

Best stay inside

Gonna gonna make like Samhain

Mama does it dirty and arcane

Knock knees sticky legs tangled hair

Bites and bruises nothing severe

He’s gripping my dips like I’m going somewhere

Love stuffed hush like we care who hears

Moss and indecent exposure

Out here putting the red on some raspberries

I’ll brew a tea with these leaves

You’ll thank me in the heat of your season

Babes or not

Taste the sweetest contractions

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Boundaries

Now now I’ll not run him ragged

I’ve said not to sound like a dragon

I place highest value on companionship

He could be mute as a houseplant

So long as he vegetates in my bed

With the rest of my pets and textures

Don’t start when I throw a leg over

My first language is touch papa goose

I’m a cuddler

Everything, all the time, everywhere

Why be over there when you can be here

Won’t go to my death wishing I held you less

Never be wondering where I’m at

Seen you took some licks in the past

Quite the quite the luggage drag

Those some hefty body bags

Tsk tsk tsk won’t catch my ass

Ain’t nobody got time for that

That’s hobbyless behavior

Check the gym, the woods, my she shed

In the bath with bubbles and a podcast

Digging in the garden

Love let me tell you a secret

I barely tolerate most men

Fuck I want another when this one’s fully trained

They are not that interesting

You’re more than just the favorite

You’re the only Other on the planet

Only blip of intelligent life

She who loves who don’t exist

Bestie always said the challenge

Man’s only competition in my heart

Would be him against myself

Man vs Mother Nature

A woman and her cloak

Swan maiden call of the wild

Honey I like to be alone

A goddess loves a ghost

You’ll need that crepuscular vision

That naked faith

Mama likes to be both intimate and unobserved

Lustfully liminal, bit of hide and seek

Let’s play a little game

You be the hermit and I the black forest

You be the wanderer and I the wolf

Aengus and Caer Ibormeith

You get the picture, the oil painting

I don’t play it safe, I play it spooky

There’s some places you can’t follow me

But I’m always by your side

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Active Shooter

Act like you know the drill

I’m grunge goth Cupid with a blindfold

But iced lavender and darkest blue

Garnet scabbed baroque pearl beadwork

Remember I’m a Native girl

Fair olive ’cause my pa

Just a lil Tolkien inspired

Love me some early 2000s

Some electric shred Evanescence high notes

That’s wife for sure

Here for my autumn seasoned queens

With the winter complexion, ponytail headbang

Blue eyes

Fine wine

Well I can spin and spin around like

Fire wide and hit a boo

Heat seeking my super power

GPS guided tactical nukes

Signed, sealed, delivered, h-hit send

Motherboard’s a Ouija board

Spirits said your number’s up

Clear for fucking defib

Whoever you are telltale heart

I see you

Cue the Eye of Sauron, nah, I’m not that bad

I’m Galadriel

But tressed ebony wood shot silver

Quite a bit of silver truth told

Bright white

And I’ve earned the rank of Crone

So I imagine a moody lounge

Sometime, oh, long before Instagram

Long before The Internet

Once Upon a Time in the Underworld

No high definition film

Maybe some oil lamps, those are cool

Nestled tables and a web of red threads

Spark spittle

Tied to little fingers per tradition

Real rat’s nest

I’m pulling rabbits out of hats

But no one sees them

Atmo-atmospheric sound

Orchestra cuts in and out all around

Muffled lonely guitar, close, not quite

Some listless piano on the left

I’m barefoot beneath my skirt

Never mind catch MRSA off that floor

Sometimes gods put boots on the ground

Doc Martens of course

Ancestors sent an expert

Counting shadow slumps

Hums and strums entanglements

Scuffs and bumps and pages

Leave that one where he’s laying

That one wants inside

Staring faceless from the Exit sign

Sigh

Good thing mama brought a scythe

Titanium dressmaking shears, nine inch

Go snip snip snip on that beautiful ruckus

And blessed silence but for this

There’s just one guy left

Alone on stage in his only outfit

Definitely his only outfit, did he bathe?

And it’s just simple

So simple

Blood red on my finger

Bright white

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Soul Food

I’m a mix mix witch doctor

Put the brew in bruja

Mississippi Delta in my bones

The Chahta ancestral home

Spit hog, hickory butter, gumbo and corn

Squirrels and bears fat off forest nuts

Gators and catfish I’m frying ’em up

I’m saying I’m saying I fuck with a swamp

Go Nelly Furtado Turn Off The Light

Gimme some sad boy and I’ll show him the light

Kind only comes out at night

Just like to watch ’em mumble with strings

I just think they’re neat

Play best when they’re jumpy

Do a lil mud puddling

Do a lil mind muddling

Tongue twisting lachryphagy

I take some long, long licks

Call me a muck about mermaid

He speaking my language in no time

Mouth full of Nanih Waiya put him right

Like ’em a lil skinny and feverish

Parted lips, praying and godless

Disheveled drape

Under my old growth oak trees, acid green

Burrows and wallows heavy bellied

Deep chested he’ll give me his breath

We’ll drown some Southern Baptists

He keeping my levee luscious

Said holy is the Hanged Man

That soundtrack my habitat

Just like j-just like that-at

Don’t wipe that drool from your chin

Lock those lips, flared nostrils

Loose jaw tongue forward

Oh caught me a lil choir boy

Boy I said I said godless

Boy I said I said goddess

Boy get that get that Land Back

Boy gimme some hydraulics

Best been seeing to your health

I’ll get you by the hair real gentle

You ’bout to hit some angles

We do the carnage carousel

Just-just let it all go

Just-just go with the flow

Just stay conscious and I’ll hold you up

Said I was a lady bass love

Boy bust like whump bump spirals

Bust like X X dead

Done took every last drop he had

Don’t know which of us is him

Just water laps, frogs, and crickets

My baby be born again

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Slow Song

See, see I’m the type goes

Hands on when he’s in the throes

Boy gets a bit spooked and I’m feeling my oats

Too tightly wound, too much going on

But fuck if he ain’t exquisite

Like rain slick city lights bruise bloom busted asphalt

Fine boned shadows of grace, but not faithless

I do not require that he keep it together

Got my fingers all on his frets

All rooted there, rhythm like skip hop

Some kinda funk rock ballroom dance

But I’m gonna sing through the street splash

Just Hold On, We’re Going Home yeah

Gonna sneak some tiny butterfly clips

Stashing flowers I picked

Listen idgaf that’s my princess

And you know what there’s a noodle stand

And an old man minds his business

And I can’t have papa goose catching a cold

So noodles it is

Noodles and sunglasses, no questions

Don’t ask if he can manage chopsticks

Down the hatch

We just like any other pair of drunk chicks

See not so different

Of course he was too sexy for mittens

Mr I Can Handle Some Rain

But that’s just perks in disguise

You know like there’s a blizzard and only one bed

You know like I’m a babushka and he’s undead

Damn right homemade salve, clove and cayenne

Who do you think I am

I got pockets full of snacks

I got half a loaf of garlic bread

Ginger, tums, and ibuprofen 800

Got my man’s prescriptions, shit

Also his wallet

Can’t abide an empty stomach

Can’t abide undue discomfort

Can’t abide unkissed lips

Don’t let nothing get nicked or lost

I’m hawk-eyed ya, I stay focused

Fuck with every inch of this silly ho

Fool don’t even gotta make sense

You’re cooked when you’re hot for his babble

That so baby, better tell me all about it

Fascinating

I say as I swath him in blankets

It’s raining it’s pouring, lightning cracks

Got biscuits in the oven and pepper gravy

I’m steeping some mullein with slippery elm

Whatever he’s on about, he’s so passionate

Some carnival goldfish in his head

Hun that’s not condescension

The fussing is foreplay, big F