Tag: magnetic poetry

A better mess
A perfect cyclone
tendril climbing from
the mother cloud
to lick
the salt
of a slow lazy dream

My stony moon sleeps
and dreams of
perfect waves
crashing
in the raw season

A better mess
A perfect cyclone
tendril climbing from
the mother cloud
to lick
the salt
of a slow lazy dream

These are the words
I use
Half swallowed
aw
And bitter
In my mouth
No honey here
No sweetness
A tongue of blood
Bit
Salty
Is all

I
Speaking of things
That keep silent
A finger bone
An ugly thought
A nightmare
Made real
My will
Pale wax
Remembering the tide

Mercy mad
The night bird has
Deft at all things good
When dreams obscure
The knowing world
She whispers secrets true

Glass eye
Lazy sky
Another lucky star
Comet’s wings
And twisted strings
Wake my wishing heart

Egg shell girl
Skinned in pearl
Rowing out to sea
Fishing for hope
And drunken ghosts
And a tiny secret dream

In slow orbit
Ghosts fly
Like comets
Nightmare wings
Swallowing the stars