You could embrace all 7 sins
in their hedonistic glory,
but then you’ll get stuck
with only fatties at your orgy.
The Renaissance Trap
Remember that time you came home to find me
Asleep partly entangled
in the sheets
You said I looked like the Renaissance
You had to have me
or surrender your manhood.
And have me you did
till all the world was swept up in our renaissance.
You awakened new arts in me
you shamed my childish fingerpainting with your masterful strokes across the the vaulted ceilings of our cathedral
Darling,
I want to confess something:
I was never asleep
Blog on hiatus
In case you were wondering: dueto pregnancy this blog will likely be inactive til February. I’ll be busy moving and making people.
Razing Daughters
Its not the controversy your thinking of this rebellion is not so well advertised.
Revolutions are always coming and we are long overdue.
This is a different kind of beat.
We were suckled on the the bitter milk of angry women with acoustic guitars.
Languid ladies who whined their lives were more tragic than ours
Six strings sonmbulists
who bemoaned us to sleep with their
Strumming, strumming.
Complaints into our ears.
“Don’t listen to them Betty!”
I cry out.
too late, They’ve got her fighting phantoms
Liar liar bra on fire
Those “Aquarian decievers” pour their kool aid down her eager young throat,
Riveting the point home with clenched fists in her vulnerable places where the sun cannot reach
Well
You may cast your children into the Nile
But I am not afraid of the kings edict
So Can we do away with the pretense?
they blame the magisterium for witch pyres in the village square
But it’s been the mob all along piling brush for the burning
Suffering suffragettes
Marching for the right to hand the keys to the kingdom over to a band of bumbling balloonists.
I trust them to raise my children alright
Raze them to the ground.
Haiku thursday: pregnancy
Pregnancy is an
uncomfortable bus ride
to a great locale.
Haiku thursday: aloe
Aloe plants though tough
cannot survive in this house.
The blackest of thumbs.
Haiku thursday: Cuthulu
Cuthulu’s canned squid:
A taste thats so delicious
It will blow your mind.
Theatre of Cruelty
I want a visceral reaction.
I want to give Arteu a bloody nose.
I want to plough through the fourth wall with a bulldozer.
I want to pole vault into your lap.
I want to give you a big sloppy kiss
I want to rake my dexterous claws across your mind.
and then plant seeds in the furrows.
The Mother’s Curse
“One day you will understand.
One day you we see.
One day when you’re a mother.”
She said looming over me.
“With the mother’s curse I curse you
my mother cursed me too.
Someday you will bare children.
They’ll be as bad as you.”
“On that day you’ll understand
That all the things I do
We’re not my fault at all my dear
it’s what you drove me to.”
One day I did become a mother.
That day came to pass.
With fierceness I’ll control myself .
No matter what the circumstance.
A mother must train her children
how to survive the wild
No mother is deserving of honor
who would so curse her child.
Haiku thursday
A birthday party
is only valuable
for lives worth living.
The Truth About Clouds 