water nymphs

[Sassafras]

a midnight shadow dance liturgy is this
what has wiped out
the memory, the mystery liquid longing to replace
tasteless trances crave sacred soliloquy
subsequently searching dream weave for who I am
where I come from, where I will go
all I know
that is that
we must be more than said simple dismemberment plan
between one thought church state
because you do so influence,
sense my soul
there is so much here for me to relearn
before I speak
of my ecstasies

[GoPlastic]

http://eaobjets.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/celebrate.jpg?w=391&h=278

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How big is our circle
Rain run with me and roll bubbles
scroll to the raqiya
feather finger through it until micro mist
measures turn into swimming waters
in them may our fins feel opulent Orpiment
instead of embankment
may we see cinnabar soft cycles
heavy handing the sun glittering
sets of our skinny love sipping nakedness
now O'yonde ne Nanewenee' I need to be released
through what I must sweat out
the last drops of his neetsigwaade

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I must have word
pierce myself upon a spire softy
and speak of this one
two
whom have inspired me
but I can be shy
when it comes to public speaking
without their poetry
I may have been bound
to billions breathing in my mind
now how I can feel their hearts beating one drum
ear to rug, thud I can hear
cutting no more, plants of desire
room of fire become astronomical anomaly
you see
our shape
appears to me like a constellation
three star hugging
black and green atmosphere

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http://www.dianneshelton.ca/images/abs%20Water%20Nymphs.JPG

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realign
something about your eyes
with mine
so I heard some song
sung above me, gnarly branches bending toward me
you see we can make it right on the inside
something about some soulful xbox
extreme sweetness taking it to another level
gotta get up to get down brother knows
so don't frown upon me now
even though
my fairy sister
unbridled woman
came
in my mouth in the chaotic electric storm
and said breathe babe....
it's just December

[Sassafras]

holy crow call me back and bitch slap
or pat me on my baby butt
transmit some sense of reality
through human one-ness, instead of uniformity
you do, and I
I so badly want the opposite
a circle drawn a
union formed
if even just in a free hug
I should mention
not eerily yet unequivocally
I was named after my grandmother
who I never met
who died the day before
someone pulled me out of mother
in her twilight sleep
sleepily
and after Mary Edith
I was called Meredith
too
but nobody
really calls me by nickname anymore
and I miss the Merry laughter
around this season.

[Sassafras]

my darling clementine,
I want to throw this phone into the sound
pretend to reach for it and save it and then
just keep swimming out to you
and I come up for air
reach the bubble of
only time
ice cream flavored jelly beans
I must reward Bay boy with one for turning out the kitchen light
for my sensitive eyes , so early this morning
left on while I was trying not to wake up on the futon
in the living room
which I've begun to occupy
because I know of no other place to go right now
so I sleep there with the dollar store baby doll
(Rainbow, her head is held on with duck tape)
which shouldacouldawoulda been our Winter Child
so I have to take a walk in the melted snow and search
for hearts and words
of Rilke
and get some message
because right now
my heart feels like cake batter
and my head doesn't know who's call to take
from either goddess or jesus

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sometimes the Bay num num's my arm~
that space between the forearm and bicep
he latches onto it and starts suckling
an innate skill to bring calm and fluidity
to my demeanor
even if the poet is not in that day
and only scrapes of creativity
like the scraps of cake in my mind
from Good Eats make it to the table that night,
even stillness connects us with a story being told
to us through nature~
that she gives and we get to retell
in our own words
with an old school track
in the background
imagine
that
and I can promise you
I'll gather up
all the napkins with scribbles
of my ten different journals
with ramblings written in red
I'll make a delicious khanda
chocolate prāsa dessert
on a bed of raspberries
even while a million babies are screaming to me
and twenty thousand toddlers are bashing toy trains
on the wooden floor
those sounds make this
track
however jumbled it may be
I scratch it like that.