A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Tree Song I’m dying to arrive In the place I’ve been promised An abstraction of the necessary needs of the flower Minus the sunlight, but rich with fresh water I can generate my own sugar like a Real survivor Just the way you left me RootsContinue reading “WD 191 “Tree Song””
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WD 190 “He Prunes Every Branch That Bears Fruit”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. He Prunes Every Branch That Bears Fruit We never stop growing Or dying As the train comes in to the station of cyclical undoing Redoing I want to lay down roots Wrap and entangle you in a kingdom of green fiber Phylum, genus, species Forever aContinue reading “WD 190 “He Prunes Every Branch That Bears Fruit””
WD 189 “Overcoming”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Overcoming I wrote my signature on Your ego With the commandment in the bylaws “Thou shalt not change” Because the passage of time is more of a cliff face to me and I don’t See the other side And we kept building new things in thisContinue reading “WD 189 “Overcoming””
WD 188 “Unknowable”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Unknowable I’m expected to step to the order you’ve established Cross no line, keep the pace Of a pacemaker, lovingly crafted with no foreknowledge Of the coming disaster It could come at any time, like a phone call in the dead of night, ringing my eyesContinue reading “WD 188 “Unknowable””
WD 187 “Self Made”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Self Made Can I contribute, a single line To the law you have already carved into your heart With blood and tears, as sharpened stone scraped dark red lines in The delicate tissue, the rhythm beating like a war drum And there was something new inContinue reading “WD 187 “Self Made””
WD 186 “The Art”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. The Art Transubstantiation in the blood transfusion You are an artist, and all you’re paints turn to blood Turn to wine The holiest of holies A quaking cavern rumbling with lion’s roars But His voice is small and quiet Creation comes through the benefit of theContinue reading “WD 186 “The Art””
WD 185 “Plastic Cup”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Plastic Cup I’m on the verge of a New cosmos By the principle of trickle-down economics I’ve gathered memories, objects ridden with Nostalgia and dark matter In a plastic cup All the things you chose to forget Fermented and left to Revive
WD 184 “My Desert”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. My Desert A studied hand, breaks the corner of the stormfront Measured- and- my heart beats with the breath of the wind – Can you hold destiny in your pocket? Devise a central theme for the whole of the nation? Fuse your fingers to the trigger?Continue reading “WD 184 “My Desert””
WD 183 “Daydream”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Daydream There is a place behind the eyes Which fills all empty spaces With transgressions, animal input Plagued social ills A tablet of translation for things that might be and might be again There’s a heart that seeks to believe that the tall grass is fullContinue reading “WD 183 “Daydream””
WD 182 “Things Come to Pass”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Things Come to Pass I suppose I deserve some contraction Meddling with old metals, locks and lockets Smearing my liquid thoughts like paint across your dashboard Sunlight to sun-dip (But it rises again so quickly, and the dark barely has time) To win you over toContinue reading “WD 182 “Things Come to Pass””
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