Writing, Ideas, & Stories
inhale, exhale at first crack
swishing in the clouds, harmony of mouthwash.
brothers on my bolt.
hovering storm plays their encore.
father grasped thy by my throat &
heaved into the black of night.
sister rain wailed.
crashing deep into our uncles wide belly.
demons snicker in the light
& curse in the dark;
they’ve never cared
for those they share beds with
always so loud
not one to let
their partner rest
on the water
i’m the tallest
eight feet above land
twelve feet under
i can hear you
yet
i can’t see you
cheer you
on
from a
distance
but i can’t see you
the boxed prison:
passed down and down
the one you’ve seen in books
long ago
didn’t believe it existed
yet here it is;
still around
i know you are there
and i see you
the world is burning
the world is burning
they still couldn’t snuff it the second time
or the fifth
they never learn
that we
want to walk the same street
as everyone else
message read
where have you gone
not the same as you were
where did the old you go.
i am right here.
detox is a process
rid of poison
that snuck up on me
veins purple
singing turtle
got stuck
in oblivion;
so i’ve been climbing,
found a motive worth this trail
the top
has never been
more in sight
i do not remember
the last thing she said
as she walked out
with crumbled panties
and a ripped ticket stub
a crewmate on our last days – “be
less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,
our lives on Leon; this boat will change you
so you can survie, we live on our captains words:
where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!
we sailed on Leon for days without rest
collecting fools gold for our nest,
until the sea gave out
reclaimed Leon
like a mother and child
where did you go;
the days creek by
following whispers of ghost
sheer cold keeps me still-
yield.
they’ll follow me-
they’ll follow me ’till
i become them
until that day,
i’d like to spend them with you,
the last swish of quill
before the creeks settle in
tomorrow night i’ll be back
with the brief moments of silence
waiting
hear the voices climbing in
through the door under the pile of books
only you know where that door is;
you love to take control
drive around the block a few times
be spiteful as you give the keys back
& back out the trap door,
i worry the day you never
turn the controls back
Saint's Muse 