Where Loyalties Lie
Oh what would you know, know about it
Dog meant to rip me open, I don’t guess intent
Little girl little more than ten in a pretty dress
Grabbed his mouth and smashed his head on the cement
Sat his chest and strangled till he pissed himself
Oh waa waa it’s the owner’s fault he don’t know better
Oh waa waa violence isn’t the answer it’s not fair
Oh waa waa relax he lived, never tried that shit again
We were even friends, he’d only tinkle a lil bit
You know for old time’s sake, no boss not me
I’m not gonna try anything funny
Muzzles, tongues, and tails through a chain link fence
Peace is so delicate
Don’t matter who the owner is I come calling
It’s your ass gonna get bit, I’ll say I did it
Shit, Little Girl 101 someone tryna break in
Don’t fuckin’ answer, gotta bark and snarl instead
A girl alone is an invitation, victim waiting to happen
And as we’ve established I can make my voice Big Big
Can put a fuller beard than Richard Armitage
At my best on the Misty Mountain, king or nothing
Sirens, howls, doves and tiny blue butterflies through the dust
Needles, pipes, burnt spoons and shattered glass
Screaming infants, broken furniture, wailing women
Oh what would you know, know about it
When domestic disturbance is the price of “protection”
The fuck any man ever live know about fir flathemon
Birth to death the product of a barbed prick
Your mongrel don’t know what color his own hair
Waa waa my geasa, show me who said, the woman in charge
If there ain’t one he’s just rabid, every soldier everywhere
Every man from every camp the enemy of every woman alive
Strap yourself to a rock and pick a pointless hill to die on
Look for glory everywhere but in being a good husband
Just because you’re upright don’t mean that you’re a man
Just because there’s blood don’t mean you took a stand
Keep crowing your historic heroic legendary undefeat
Everyone wanna sing War Is Bad
When they wanna fake a deep stance
When they wanna play dress up in the aftermath
But you can say you mama said
Someone bares the teeth and bites the hand on your fucking land
You don’t stop until he tuck tail pissing his pants
Human males don’t stop until they’re dead
And the house always wins
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Truth and Modesty
Well you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink
His dead son can walk right up to him in a dream
Crying over some other boy in a casket and say point blank
“Dad that’s not me”
And he’ll wake thinking his seed so miraculous
That it somehow intercept the contracept
That he’s got not one, but two dead sons in heaven
The night before his sister dreamt
Their father killed their mother and then himself
That boy let teeth rot right out his own face to be tough like his dad
Can’t put feathers any blacker on these ravens
Can’t pop more of a squat on the sheela na gig
Zero is how you solve the equation
Zero is the sum of your impact
She can build every cell from scratch
Run faster than the king’s best horse heavily pregnant
Die giving birth to lifeless twins when she wins amid indifference
Did you think some labor pains the end of it?
It’s matriline all the way back, every stone of the cairn
Burn through the CPU on a class of encylopedic polymaths
Just to recite your lineage
How far and how many helped drag your prowess
Look how big my trench, how many sons within
Big big man with his big big cwub big magic
Just holding his dick sucking his thumb in the dark
Everywhere I look there’s a woman doing everything that matters
And Himself shoehorned over her saying But I’m Big
Have you have you heard about my main character self insert
And some woman back bent in the background
Humbling under thought terminating cliché moral high grounds
Plastered his own name on her creation and still couldn’t recognize his son
Knew well enough to rope him in when he called her Bitch at a modest boundary
Took him and left for months without a word
Oh but the separation just made us stronger, marriage is hard work struggle love
You can lead a horse to water
Got no air in that chest beating behavior now, a toddler drum
An untouched ornate chessboard in his mother’s office
His most treasured belonging
A Queen leaps and conquers swift in every direction, against all units
So a King can sit on his ass and take the credit
The board a pompous nothing space built to justify his place within
The only way to win His game is refuse to play en masse
But men would rather die than be unimportant
And would rather be important than to truly love
Least of all a woman
Would never claim without applause the highest seat and highest honor that of a husband
David Bowie he is not
The purpose of a system is what it does
Is not every woman at least half a goddess?
Who made every creature on this earth? A universal constant
There is no man outside or above this context
How’s that for some mandibular pheromones?
Remember when he got a tree branch and threw it at his sister as hard as he could inside the house
And it hit me across the back
And I snapped in half before it fell in fluid motion
And calmly whipped around and forced him to verbalize his inadequate thought process
With my customary cross examination icy edge
The tone when something needs to be Said
He did not enjoy being Looked At
And he was so ashamed he couldn’t tug together a shred of defense
So he self-imposed the early bed
No, no, her labor pains were far from the end of it
I suppose he knew well enough to find his auntie’s hand once more before he went
No one else was paying attention
What are dreams but Death telling bedtime stories?
Don’t be afraid
Tell gran gran grandma I said hi
Ah, there his daddy’s gone gambling buying whole businesses wheeling and dealing again
Big moves big money big boss big carbon footprint
Mulch have mercy he’s inspired, imbas forosnai it’s not
A man can only conceive of himself
Can never heal what he inflict, intentions damned
Only another woman wields the mirror undoes disfigurement
Though where there’s a nightmare there’s surely a nightstallion
Fast enough together side by side to force a rewind
My nephew loved a spot of epic romance
I’ll write one for the books on his behalf
Can you hear them on the wind?
Funny how they ever mention who Her mother is
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When the Other Shoe Drops
I’m what my handlers call bomb-proof and food motivated
Put the max in gluteus maximus, stacked posterior chain
Got more drive than your best offensive lineman
That’s 2.7 multiplier on the rubber traction sled with arms outstretched for distance
350 lb hip thrust for reps, 135 walking lunges, 85 standing overhead
Easy double body weight deadlifts, 38 bust to 31 waist to 43 inch hips and 25 inch thighs
Mama don’t miss no meals, oh just some specifics, it’s not fat
It’s not bragging when it’s just facts you can’t candle, kill yourself on those benchmarks
Bit of graze, bit of trample, trot up like NiNiMusic HOMELAND
Hello friends what’s that can I eat it idgaf sure footed
Gimme nervous people, warriors, farmers or children
Pets yes I require them
I hope you like the outdoors ’cause I like to work
More snow more better fuck I care about the weather
Secret of my calm is I’m a storm at heart
Never got to run so much as trudge as march
Where you were given guidance I got full frontal assault
When I became a woman my mother didn’t respond
No eye contact, no comfort, no answers crying on the floor
Why pain why blood why hurt why cold
Not a fuck thing ever got any easier
Oh you had lessons? I cleaned the dog yard with my bare hands when mom was mad
Once, the neighbor had a pig much excitement on my end
I’d traverse the ghetto gathering pig snacks for my fat fat princess
Took some doing in the desert far afield, much calluses, I’m not bitter
I’ve read so many books and walked so many miles but never met a match
Standing at a scorpion scuttle street lamp to nowhere in my best dress
Growing forests in my head running late to a dance
Belonging only between pages, you know the comfort pulled over
The covers I reached for first were always emerald green
I don’t nose the pile and bump a nudge with significant mass to make you hurt
The type shy less from bruises than from affirmations
That girl had worth, she was good, her values intrinsic
You are not less
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Stolen Child
If my father gave me Rhiannon first in arms
It was only for he knew not ríastrad
I bear not the burden of a woman’s conscience
For this I’ll not apologize, there’s a difference
All my mother hissed of our shared temperament
Ask
Is it cold or is it hot?
That’s who you’re dealing with
A black well hewn by howling marrow endless
Dug the deeper every woman’s tongue was held was bit
A pocket dimension of female sublimation
Nesting iron maidens every hope chest but a coffin ship
A dressing mirror brimmed with vicious contortionists
Welcome to the Ozempidemic
Little boy, take a sip
Were a man ever said to taste the mead
He lied
Innards out monstrous one drop Her exposed nerve
Synapses liquefied cut his mouth however wide
What sense a man can’t tongue the clit
A dog gives better licks
Men aren’t angry, they’re entitled
Is it cold or is it hot?
How long before she was the second parent?
How many orgasms before she was pregnant?
Fuck stink red with lust or limerent object?
She’s been robbed
Body hairless but stood on end
Sick with violation she can’t explain
Walk past a group her daddy’s friends
Just like a mommy and daddy sweetness
Shhh
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Golden Boy
Every mother thinks she raised a good one
Loves her in a way his father can’t or won’t
That’s the quiet part aloud she won’t see coming
When it’s her third 9 to 5 to body check Droste effect
When you fix and fix and fix you don’t reflect
Touching touching bases renders thought unrecognizable
Let me ask let me call let me ask let me call
Whatever she decide she always did it wrong
Something’s lost in translation, mom, mom, mom
So much for keeping mum
She couldn’t bear bequeathing daggers so he dressed her down
Took it upon himself as the man of the house
Aengus he is not
My good gander would never
My own father said, “I bet he’s not a cuddler”
With utmost disgust, who says so little
“I bet he never shuts up” an introvert
“I don’t get along with other men for different reasons”
See also, “If there’s no plants, there’s no women” and
“Bachelors shouldn’t have houses if they’re just gonna be ugly and lifeless”
“A real man takes care of you even if you aren’t having sex”
Ladies and gents
He may have fumbled a disastrous triple dalliance
But he’s still on good terms with all three of them
Accident son, inheritance none
Said he may not have been attentive when he was young
Been there when I was broken
But I am still the most important thing he’s ever done
That when I first loosed my angry baby lungs
His heart never hurt so much
I would refuse bed and climb over the baby gate
And creep to the couch to curl up on his legs
For us that’s substantial real estate
I could hear him crying in the shed in secret
I told him the shower made me feel homesick
He said I was a changeling
Whoever I was inside came from very far away
Thoughts awhirling dancing my own beat
He never could think what to say
That it would take a special kinda man to keep up with me
Saw a bunch of God fearing fatherless mama’s boys
Said can’t have that roving the countryside
Let’s get some structure and discipline
So much discipline some girl wrote me a formal letter
Requesting to date one of them
Him? Girl are you sure? You are like fifteen
No accounting for taste
I suppose fiann sounds prettier than frat or gang
What makes a family instead is whose at the center
Who keeps their head, every room I enter
Entirely too many men here, can’t have that
Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink
Well, I have the lord of love and these here paints
Now, red would have been too on the nose
And I never could get into blondes
Black would throw my composition
As I do splash about with the Night
Pepper with darkness petal, matte, raven and marcasite
But chestut is chef’s kiss, he could get it
You must permit a woman her artistic liberties
You must permit me the pleasure of a quality fleece
Ambivalent about the eyes and much else
A swan gets its wings whenever I hear
“Men aren’t men anymore”
That’s nature healing herself, I promise
You can’t afford my consort’s honor price
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Queen in the North
Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
Thought you had a cushion, blinders on, but look ahead
Cloudless and relentless blue where light bends wet
Behold a pale horse whose rider’s name is
You know the rest
It will appear for all intents a perfect day
Every clop you trod a purpose only in name
Not the part you thought you played
Not I who shoulders shame, you’ll meet me at the gates
And when I say I killed and ate my sun this time
You’ll beg
There is no escape, dry or humid
Internal temp 104 is the hard human limit
And you will perish long before that
All your pets slack jawed with strokes and heart attacks
Children glazed and slow asking you to help
Mommy I’m hot, mommy I’m tired, mommy I’m scared
When is a body blue on infrared
Cheerful cities full of people who just lay down and died
You could’ve stopped long before that
Had you bothered to question
Ask
Why do bees need to be kept
When they can be respected, AHBs adapted to the heat and imminent danger
Brook no interference, require treatment no more than pussy requires douche
They don’t, they clean and maintain themselves
Prolific foragers, highly active dawn to dusk, fly as far as they must
Swarm and abscond snap fast
You work on their schedule when the sun is highest, thick smoke
And as we all know a strong queen is bottom heavy, one of her kind
Matures in record time, she’s the AK-47 of egg production
Hatches extra males to out breed competition
Defensive genes are dominant, he’ll give his all and then drop dead
Docile queens just don’t compare, she roots out weakness
Infiltrates, executes, reclaims, outpaces colony collapse
She has purpose on the comb
Maintains driving pressure on her opponent
When menaced, she responds
Her independence is inconvenient
Other foot now, goal on the horizon, a new climate pledge
This time she’ll set the finish line, run
You keep going until I say you’re done
Remember that scene in Game of Thrones
Where Daenerys pours molten gold on her brother’s face
After he sold her to be raped, a fine broodmare, son stillborn
Melts through his sockets into his brain
Well GoT is trash written by a man, you can tell towards the end
Because we are not the same under duress, seeing red
A world built for women is a world built for children
And if a man fell pregnant, his flesh would twist and shred
He’d howl with madness, snapping drooling bent back, lose foe from friend
He’d die in the attempt
Only a man would call disfigurement a strength
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So I was listening to True Love by Eivør and it reminded me of Macha and also that one DC story line where the two speedsters have to run/fly around the planet to reverse time and prevent the apocalypse. Then I took it a little further like what if one of the horses is more slender and stately and actually flies but doesn’t necessarily know where he’s going, and what if the other is shorter and stockier and has to plow through a bunch of bullshit so she’s the one who sees what actually needs to get done. Kinda second and firstborn dynamics. Difference in physique like between that of a long distance runner and a sprinter. Thoroughbred show horse and an especially dignified all-terrain battle pony. So twinship in spirit rather than precise form. And the key is to get them both “in the pocket” as it were.
Yes, I know Rhiannon is Welsh. That’s dad being extra with my second first name. Don’t act like your grannies didn’t all tend the same fire when they were girls.
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