Tag: rap-ish

• Lady of Miracles 2/2

  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.

  December 21, 2025

  history, rap-ish, storytelling

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• Lady of Miracles (1/2)

  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.

  December 14, 2025

  history, rap-ish, storytelling

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• Black Knight

  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.

  November 9, 2025

  gothic romance, rap-ish, rematriation, storytelling

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