Bag of Dicks

Face
Mine
No bags thrown

Did you throw a bag at me?

Did you just throw a bag
at me?

I felt the flop
Putrid, loose

dicks

I smelled the stain
days later
and wiped it clean
It was healthy

But the dicks lingered
They danced
I wiped again
and still their mutiny mocked me

Whipping, gelling, writhing
dicks

I refuse your leak
I reclaim my (face)
Pick up your bag of dicks

This is the triumph
This is the rebirth
As the scarab, so the phoenix
I soar above your bag
And leave you with this truth:

It’s not the harvest
It’s the sow

An Earth Open

Electric bags of flesh fall into Earth, afraid
They are worlds unto themselves
Each one
creating Death and Life
Blood and Bone

The Earth opens, not angry
She quakes her spine and gives great cyclone yawns
She thrashes her tsunami arms out to wake up
Blood and water are the same
She awakens and they fall in

Love and Music and Laughter and Shame
fall off the mountain into her
They are confused by it, and grieve
She has woken up, and buries the dead
Blankets of blood, pillows of bone

Tiny worlds continue walking the earth
Her indifference carries their morbid weight
They carry blood and water from zenith to desert
An Earth Open must readjust her posture, aloof,
to keep little worlds up as long as she can

Xiuhtecuhtli- Day 27

Bring us together
We rest in flames
hurtling through space

We rest beside you
though we will never embrace
You are the hearth of the world

You hear all our fables
and songs from our pasts
You melt secrets into the wood

We are brought together
hypnotized and violent
without any breaths left

And in the ashes you give us
we anoint ourselves
and mud is born, and life.

Your anger is resolute
Clean and mute
and you always keep all our secrets

Jorts- Day 26

Hips
like hula-hoops
Fire-headed female
dancing all alone

Grrrrrrl dos hips!
Luau punk rock hips
Let’s go to the hop
to dance

Wear those sweet shorts
and that sweet smile, Shewolf
Firelit and hungry
to howl and shimmy

Mexico- Day 21

Effortless lover
with balloons and rifles
I am seduced
Wet with blood
Sweating a smile
in the desert
I am your mirage

You, lover,
you revolt
without confidence
and you sing to me
sweetly
Accordions ache
outside sinking cathedrals

Will you love
like your Sun does?
Like the songs buried
under skulls that mute
all forgotten truths
Lover, in your Sun
we are all seduced

You are heavy and
so old
and I love you
We are all
covered in blood
spilt eons ago
that never dries

The Week before Finals- Day 19

Twas the week before Finals
and all through the week
The dishes and laundry
sat dirty and meek

The nights were all endless
the mornings a blur
The chain-smoking smells
masked by incense and Myrrh

No lives were at stake
nothing quite so severe
But possibly failing
was a palpable fear

The to-do list was mighty
friends and lovers ignored
The nightmare would end
All A’s the reward

She had to take breaks
every hour on the hour
Without them her head
would begin to get sour

And just when she thought
she would never survive
The essays were written
And her soul did revive