goddess-of-ravens

moments no longer        hang delicately suspended waiting instead deliriously happy    racing the storm running down a street    thunder and sheets of rain all around wind curves around pushes forcefully forward        leap storm raging pulls                up

they throw hate thick like tar black is sin feathers quick to catch a spark to burn down homes of hope they wash my skin as bleach clean is white soapbox cleanses away transgression with compounded lyes seeping poison l speak and yet do nothing l scream and it does nothing listen to the quieted, angry voices and then change everything

I put my toes in the ocean and felt the tides tugging, pushing me to you. The countdown was not finished, and my feet had to stay. That pulse followed my bones catching me            off balance. I felt waves in concrete, urging time to burn through rubber. The sun chases paper planes across the sky, puppies with bubbles.

Wings alight, take off fears. Faith in unseen faces, voices. One by one lights flicker out. Journeys settle in bones, ache. Breath fogs double paned glass in plastic cradles. Piles on piles of christmas lights strangle pines. Red and green flash bright, left and right. White guides solitary from behind, creating sleepy halos. Fog pulls at weary travelers headed home, jobs complete.

Oh, odes to grooves on vinyl. Fingers pinched winding teeth, smoothing tape. Sheltering shine; smudging out prints.

circles sewn neatly; you, underneath. hell lips sacredly; you, us, sadists. skin noir roughly; you, unreal lux. xenophobia; against this, shame.  effigies scream mar; riot, trials. seven nights struggle; even, never. recourse empty yoke; evolve, erect. tight tercet ties scar;  retch, hands stomach. heaven nods sleepy; you, unchanged dreams. silent tears slyly; you, umbrella. alone effect try; you, unceasing. 

Mad plots on bad plots, dig graves with paper spades. Hurl howls heavy, weighted wet and weary. Garbled grammar game for a solemn shtick. Words lead to words, pulling out my mouth teeth tied to string; door.

Odd isn't it, pyres amass, unburnt. Soak wood in camphor oil separate out the grains, clean lines mark scars. Built monuments to glory inside grey flesh and watch circles chase circles on a screen. Oh the fires in the sky; toast to destruction. Figures, letters, flows, incomprehensible to strangers and to self. Anger, Apathy.

Sticky sweet remnants linger on fingers and lips. These tremors circle, wary vultures. Endless abandon, release this. There is a muscle in this chest, filling canals with weights on eyelids. Find the center that pulls heavy stones through stomach. Sinking hips, circling tremors, wary like hawks. Hold tension taffy till these ends fray; snap back releasing sepia abandon. Nails screech hawks anticipating this kill. Drag spikes through shoulders, folding arms into lungs wire thick vibrations.

Lyrics crowd synapses Leaving little for syntax games Needle through to neuroses littering lax lines on neurons gambling triplicate those with a phrase lounging, leering inside a phase golf