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I am ill, the fact of my illness shapes the world
gently in its hands. Another night slips beneath me,
and I breathe in… hold… and release. The world
is illness-shaped and I close my eyes and build
a picture of the real world. The sane world and
the slippery slope.
If there is a slippery slope against the sane world,
I can climb. I can climb out past the rising sun,
into the day. A passionate sun on the glaze of
the earth. I breathe in… hold… release. I
will worship the day, the sun giving me
absolution.
I let the sins slip away to a quiet
place. The sun does not ask for contrition,
the illness does not ask forgiveness. I look
into the quiet place for simple honesty. The sun
does not care about grace or
safety. I will be honest with myself,
then forgive.
I worship the sun who loves
the earth and every living thing, the trees
budding in March, the deep pull of gravity
governing the restless seas, the woman, surprised
and laughing.
gently in its hands. Another night slips beneath me,
and I breathe in… hold… and release. The world
is illness-shaped and I close my eyes and build
a picture of the real world. The sane world and
the slippery slope.
If there is a slippery slope against the sane world,
I can climb. I can climb out past the rising sun,
into the day. A passionate sun on the glaze of
the earth. I breathe in… hold… release. I
will worship the day, the sun giving me
absolution.
I let the sins slip away to a quiet
place. The sun does not ask for contrition,
the illness does not ask forgiveness. I look
into the quiet place for simple honesty. The sun
does not care about grace or
safety. I will be honest with myself,
then forgive.
I worship the sun who loves
the earth and every living thing, the trees
budding in March, the deep pull of gravity
governing the restless seas, the woman, surprised
and laughing.
Literature
crumbling,
i have been awake for fifteen minutes.
your mouth in the crook of my neck feels
very much like sunlight, very much like i am
seeing things, schizophrenic and blue, hands shaking
like when i drive your car without looking at your body,
multicoloured and alive, listless in the front seat,
our music playing, breathing in the smell of leaves, of warmth.
your voice in my ear, you finding me in a crowd of people,
this is me remembering how lucky i am, how i am
more fortunate than i'd like to admit, knowing that
bleeding does not really hurt, exactly, because you cannot
comprehend the strength of the mind, a queen in feathers
and dark go
Literature
Reddist
Before you, there were women
with full breasts,
breasts with perk tips and beneath them:
hips wide as my hand spread,
but never love.
Athenas before you,
my eyes only followed the apples;
and then, suddenly:
A wild brook unleashed
and I never knew I was a basin
meant to be filled.
A woman sewn
from the smile of Coyote,
from the same hands that bent time
and created life for a laugh-
Apples became
the sweetest fruit; be my reddist-
I will love you madder
than a hatter and brasher than a miner.
Wilder for a gypsy.
Literature
Melancholia
Soothe and subdue me,
overthrow the ferocity
that harrows me nightly,
and all through the day,
when I should be
happy with you.
Say you will slay
all of my fears
and the forces that drive me
always to tears,
or this intensity
will surely devour me.
You won't escape its teeth, dear,
because you love me so.
You stand by your woman,
even when the wind is blowin',
threatening to tear our house down.
And the colder the winter,
you just hold me tighter,
vowing nothing
will tear us asunder.
Golden-hearted you,
bravest of lovers,
have withstood all the tempests I bring,
but together we will drown,
stuck in its
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Not my usual stuff. But hey. I've got the time and the words, so I get to play to the tune of a different drummer.
Not my usual stuff. But hey. I've got the time and the words, so I get to play to the tune of a different drummer.
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And I like that different drummer. I am always blown away by your mastery of words.