A bucketful of Thursdays

A bucketful of Thursdays
The crow
Pedantic ever
Quote a bit of Poe
-touché eh?-
I nodded as expected
Smell the salt in air
The future is our oyster
-staw hat-
Sinister shadow
The barker’s call harsh
Sharp seagull symphony
Underscores drama
Summer love must end
Dusty toes
Must gently cleanse
To curse the foot with shoe

Pehiw W2022

Gentrified savage

Gentrified savage*
Hunt ma cedar
In rental hedges
Avoid nuns
Sidestep
Suspect
(got a fascist overrun)
Dodge
Colonial structures
Adrift…
Why you gotta be ‘like that’

Ded queen birthday

You really don’t know me
Not cause I secret me
Maybe cause
You don’t like that shadow
Or that you cannot see
Your own eyes
Blinded
When you never tried to see

Unknowable
Gotta leave that closet
The door only fabric
To whisper past
Monster of illusion
To enter the garden of wonders

NanaBjörn
P2022
*A “Yard Acts” lyric

Doorways full of Frieda Kahlo’s

Extravagant waterfalls
Doorways full of Frieda Kahlo’s
Swiss clock logic
“they put what?where?”
Arrange your story
Make sense
Tongue reads room
Ears insist
Banquet is down
The brawls begin.

Maybe sexy unicorn lady change mood?

“If I drink from your skull
We’ll know what way
This has all gone.”

I swing close
Then far
Repeat
Repeat
The poor girl – she’s lost all her ribbons
Gone bare
Even in winter
No fair going fellow
Gifts silk to hide shame
-his-
She don’t give a fuck
She’s got doorways full.

Nanabush P2022

Shed skin and shame

I saw a fox
4am
I saw that profile
The speed
Cross concrete
Predators to flee?
A meal for hungry young?
“I must at desk by 7
But till then I’m game.”

Fox slows and I hasten
Shed skin and shame
We will run
Until moon begins her symphony

Night plants
Enraptured
Unroot to dance
Petals perform
Interlocking stories
Mathematical ecstasy
This must be how
They told stories
Eyes/ears/heart
Can’t meet
Eye to eye {respect}

I married Hydrangea
Honeymooned
In broken dawn

I alice in wonderland work
Twists
Turns
New made words
Cause tongue
Aint meant to say
Every story
Not all love
Needs a lot of words

Pehiw W2022

Soul soil stories

Narrative
Zero
To
Hero
We favorite some
Short hand
To success
Who judges your day?
I gotta be…
But then
That story motivates
Even if that language
Pictures
So pale
So refined
A sugar
That chases high
Only one way
Only one minute
But your soul soil stories*
Written by 8,000 fingers
Ever in motion
Invented new dimensions
These are your birthright
These are the line of teachers
Unbroken
These stories
Family
Connection to all

Pehiw W 2022

*Those deep stories like "A Korean Odyssey"

Métis Fear 249

Métis Fear 249: The economic crisis has led sîsîp
(ᓰᓰᑊ duck) trying out some new accessories.

Making Degenerate Art

MacBerger 2018