Peering beyond the understory:
a Victorian *******
of square topiaries
white pavement
marbled fringe,
the visionary leaps
into the crisp chlorine
freezing in an iceblock
if she remains til she is grey.

But she crawls out
of this boxed madness,
emotional baggage
forcefully drilled into Her womb.
She emerges from a pond
in a wooded world remote
yet available to all who seek it.
An unsure path
to the cottage
where the witch works her wondrous magic
bringing birds and butterflies
to aid in potion incantations
She mows no lawns.
She knows the name of every leaf and berry.
She sows them in her sleep

i have an Uncle
he steals my money
he steals my ****
and burns it all
in front of me

i have an Uncle
who’s a misogynist and racist
a murderer and ******
a fascist and a terrorist
he stole my Fathers’ lands
he beats my Mother’s womb

he is addicted to white powder
black blood and green gold
he worships forces
to seize control
over every mind, body, and soul
my Uncle belongs in prison
but he owns those too

sometimes lately
i’ve been feeling
a little
             low
it’s not as though
i’m all            alone
i’ve just misplaced
some of my hope
but i can cope
with a little help from...
nope
i won’t although
the herb sounds superb
i would really prefer
some kind words
atightsqueeze
just for a moment
please
just let me hold it
i’m starting to notice
the ones who don’t know
$µ!f
instead i should focus
on where all my hope is
maybe a team
of spirits who dream
together we’ll seam
much stronger
so tl!b on your magnets
half of happy is sadness
i won’t feel this madness
much longer

i want to grow
i want to wake up tomorrow
and do something
find the dirt
clean the water
i want to have a job
like a cog in a machine
a single cell in a human being
this is life: an infinite screen
and God is Everything
in between

goodnight my baby
in the morning maybe
i’ll feel a little bit better

sweet dreams my lover
alone under the cover
i dream we’re still together

i’ve no self control
i block u then troll
u with my camera roll

you bolden my chat
“i miss u” n all that
“so do the dog and cat”

that may be the case
but it doesn’t replace
issues you need to face

time to swallow your pills
you act like it kills
you to pay off your bills

goodnight my honey
in the morning your money
will disappear with the wind

when you wake upset
hungry, tired, and wet
my love will never rescind

why does toothpaste come in tubes?
if you ask me, there are
too many tubes that don’t belong
shall i namE them?
you
feed
me
toothpaste
torpedos
now do You believe mE?