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

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

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

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

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

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