In love with life and all of its foibles.
Fifteen hands Stacked side by side Steadily climb Toward the sky They stop At the apex Of his withers For shoulders stay
By Aspen Marie 8 months ago in Poets
I found a maggot today Sweeping the corners Of the back door Flies invited themselves in Alongside strong men Shouldering heavy loads
We know well The old ghosts Wandering Victorian manors Haunting librarians Teasing the living With their light switch antics
Am I always to be Weighed, measured Found wanting Admonished for The amount of time I need to move From one state
Do we not Love those At least a little Who expand Our consciousness I bestow upon them The title of little god They are not
By Aspen Marie 9 months ago in Poets
Suffering and I Go way back To the start, really Why is the compulsion To give away Unexpected abundance So great
Two people in a room Are praising my character Output is a funny thing Accolades for proficient production Never pierce interior walls
I’ve known men like you Heroically tolerating My coruscating demeanour Unamused, obligated Resigned to the minutes You must toil
This hanging pause between ideas Feels like a honour My mind is empty Of all higher thoughts And deep feelings Mundanity of life has deterred
Red coral beads on a long strand Wind around my neck Amaranth spotlights wash away All trace of imperfection Brass gleams as tuba bellows out
I bit my lip today Rolling soft, pink flesh Into my mouth A solitary drop of blood Pealed across my tongue Tastebuds shocked
Imagine A captivating performance Of courtly flourish And effluent speech My internal cadence resonates In mind’s echoing chamber
