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you left me rooting,
moss branching over bare bark,
to chase screech owls
hunting the north star home
under a wild fire moon.
and i, i left you
teething: leaves
barely growing, studded upon twigs
goose chasing--
stars and crossroads were
all i gave you
and a navigator's lullaby
that you heard through clogged ears
changing chords like dawn's song birds.
you begged the horizon
to stand still and breathe slowly,
your compass spinning dizzy
in wind chipped palms,
but all that stopped
were the owls and you.
i called to that silence, that
stillness and song
the hum of your compass and
your breath on faulty breeze
the owls hungry and quick against
that old, dying moon; that
weight like an evanescence, like
every creature that only sings at night.
in that cold night
i twisted myself searching for you,
bark knotting, branches bending,
until with dawn approaching
something in me broke.
you found me too hard to hold,
gnarled and white with despair--
a birch heavy with weeping
too late to change.
moss branching over bare bark,
to chase screech owls
hunting the north star home
under a wild fire moon.
and i, i left you
teething: leaves
barely growing, studded upon twigs
goose chasing--
stars and crossroads were
all i gave you
and a navigator's lullaby
that you heard through clogged ears
changing chords like dawn's song birds.
you begged the horizon
to stand still and breathe slowly,
your compass spinning dizzy
in wind chipped palms,
but all that stopped
were the owls and you.
i called to that silence, that
stillness and song
the hum of your compass and
your breath on faulty breeze
the owls hungry and quick against
that old, dying moon; that
weight like an evanescence, like
every creature that only sings at night.
in that cold night
i twisted myself searching for you,
bark knotting, branches bending,
until with dawn approaching
something in me broke.
you found me too hard to hold,
gnarled and white with despair--
a birch heavy with weeping
too late to change.
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A collaboration with the ALWAYS wonderful (and so inspiring!) wildfirepen.
GOGOGO show her beautiful gallery some love!
seagulls and subwayswhat:
slant of sunlight
inadequate
makes you flocks of ghost grey birds
on ghost grey streets
pretending seaside towns
pretending armour
how:
bones are
fickle and rather
prone to unreliability--
pour the kettle, unpour
the kettle
sings
[sometimes
you wake
with salt water
spangle ocean drops
in your mouth]
when:
consider the inventory
taken.
consider
furniture
rendered useless.
consider the roar
heaven on earthGod moves in next door, which is unexpected. After the removals van is gone, she pops round to knock on the door with a plastic box of homemade cookies and asks if He needs a hand with anything.
Sure, He says, looking at her and crinkling up His big green eyes in a wide smile. That'd be great.
They don't spare a glance for the cardboard boxes lying around, don't even consider unpacking – just sit on the sofa that barely fits into the hall where it's been dumped, laughing.
Three or four cookies later, she asks Him what He's doing in these parts.
Nothing much, He says. Just thought I'd come see how you were getting on.
Any plans? she wonders aloud.
God strums His lip a little. The gesture is such a ridiculous one that she laughs. Well, He admits, the Internet is pretty slow in Heaven.
She fetches her laptop from next door. God checks His Facebook and pauses briefly as his phone buzzes to answer a text.
So, she says. I was
when dreams fail, turn to nightmaresdreamverse says: erotic erratic ec-
static
file your paperwork, make
the bed that no one
sleeps in
kiss the ocean that
cancerous
creeps in
god, you're a
character, aren't you
a fucking handful, mouthful of spit
heartful of breath
nuclear
corrosion corruption cohesion
devotion
make a playlist of son
November 17th, 2014
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there is such a beautiful meld between you two, brava! 
