Saturday, November 30, 2013

Day 7—Companion

She takes artful steps
And seeks out the Night Town travelers at needed junctures
always following behind alone
in the vardo of exile.
But she is for their use
Only a turning point actor in Night Town
She exists when they need her to
Sometimes she scrubs the floors
Sometimes she has quiet eyes that only observe, but know how to drive the evil spirits out
One day in the past she had a life and thoughts of her own, but now she’s shadow
They just want her sexuality because
She is the hidden turmoil of creation.
11/30/13

Day 6—Shateri

Big, burly baker of Night Town
Tips his hat to gates of city
Formed with hands to trees of fate
Nobody will bother our women
He sings, he dances
But always
Without fail
Tips his hat
Even if he’s had a bit to drink
This man and his gentlemen
Always are.
11/29/13

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Day 5—Looking Back

There comes a day when your castles in the air will crumble
(Wo)man says to mind, “I will take over from here”
“It is not your fault that you walked the noble walk
But delusion and noise
Only have their place with fear.”
It takes a lot to walk forward, on whatever legs you have
So keep climbing higher
And don’t look back.
11/28/13

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Day 4—Pirate-Eyed Mary

Pirate-eyed Mary lives in skewed, one-legged trailer
Traveller faire folk she’s called
She cooks with junk
And eats mens’ spunk
And she bury her dead too late.

Pirate-eyed Mary lives near a church
But never inside she goes
She says “I pray here”
“The Christ is my dear”
But cast her spells on Sundays, they know.

Pirate-eyed Mary cooks all the chicken
Basting her bread with its brains
She asks “Ain’t it great?”
Hits a man on his plate
As he chokes says “It’d taste better with grains.”


11/27/13

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Day 3—Evil

There’s something evil in the air tonight:
The neighborhood struggles
I twitch with the anxieties of thousands off to holiday
With a time of consuming comes purging, too
Old deeds, new guilts, past secrets
The snaggle-toothed monsters we wished to keep silent come straggling
to the surface
Living in lack, fired in mire
They tell us to reach out to our kin during this time, because normally
it is the time of death
And of control.
Maybe even of slavery.
Your transgressions will not be forgiven.
11/26/13

Monday, November 25, 2013

Day 2--Untitled

Old man with staff finds snakes in woods
Says “I cannot separate these two”
So for the greater good, he left them one, male-female
Coiled up, around
He utters “Preserve them, for they are true spirit.”

11/25/13

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Day 1- Vampire

She’s wrapped around you
You think you’ve got her wrapped around you now, that you call the shots
No such luck, mister
We know where the vampire sucks.

11/24/13