A string of strong
leather
torn off a dead animal’s bones,
holes punched into tender
skin at regular
intervals.
Holding my pants
in position
squeezing and quenching
my guts filled with
sedatives and hardship.
Holding on to hopes,
holding strong, holding on.
Will it hold my entire weight
when …

Robots

boot up each morning,
******* their combat boots
and ride into the battle
of prattle.

Floods of wireless information burn
their wires, blow their fuses.
With fusions and acquisitions
they acquire higher
positions.

Detrimental turnover data talk turns
them over, upside down,
up and down the escalators
till they escalate,
deviate.

Spiked punch in one hand they punch
their boss in the face,
face trial, try
rehab: habitually helps reboot.
En route …
 
They learn that living without wires rocks,
they figure figures rock their world no more,
they shed their armor, breastplates, hard as rocks,
when inspiration comes knocking at their door.

They learn to cherish nature, the divine,
their limbs grow flesh where only metal dwelt,
so do their cheeks flash in a healthy shine
and from their lips a firy spell is spelt.

They sculpt and paint do yoga and restore,
their empty batteries, their fuses blown
they blow their money at the wellness store,
And finally, anew they find their own.

Afresh they get back home, where bills grew roots
they turn their router on, *******
their combat boots.

When you were pushed into this world,
                                                                                                  .tuo dellup I
When y’all tried to pull me out of the hood,
                                                                                           .sgurd dehsup I
When you asked me to push you on this swing,
                                                      Big Push’s car pulled up in our curb.
When Big Push pointed his gun at you,
                                                                                  .reggirt taht dellup I.
When Big Push dropped dead on our porch,
                                             they pushed me into that dark, damp cell.
When I pushed myself back up,
                                                                                       .yawa dellup lla‘y.
y’all pushed me away.

                                                             Did I
                                                  hguorht llup ylno
                                                           to push
                                                          llup dna
                                                  an empty swing?

The cake is ruined!

The one I used to devour,
till my mouth and heart were filled
with ambrosial divinity.

I hardly remember what it was like
when it was fresh.

All I recall is

a faint smell
of red
and white.

a faint taste
of love
I put into some earlier version.

a faint touch
of the soft, sugary scent of cream
caressing my skin.

a faint sound
of sweet, savory syrup temptingly
calling my name.

But the bottle called louder.

And I drowned it,
in too much
liquor.

Now, all I can taste
is the stale cream,
abandoned for ages.

Now, all I can feel
is the hatred,
hatched from neglect.

Now, all I can see
is this green-and-white-eyed monster,
Staring back at me.

A reeking, rotten, moldy, mushy smush
Of mash,

its divine days long gone,

Ripe for the trash.

She’s moody, like the swell from which she rose,
All her sharp edges might just slit your throat
You’ll drown and you might perish like all those,
Who find their verses scattered, and afloat
The waves, which swash them to and fro the shore;
She drank them into her own hollow shells.
Her shallow whispers echo, you abhor
The fathomless, in which your poem dwells.

And yet when lady sea is at her peak,
Then from her curvy caves, your poetry will speak.

I burst out of her resting head
Like Athene did from Zeus.
Leaves of letters I was fed
By her and by the Muse.

Like Odin then I hang and lull
From Yggdrasil, Gods tree
I pupate, still but bones and skull
Not ready to burst free.

Then Brigid merges with her soul
Ignites inspiring sparks
And I become a magic scroll
Still hidden in the darks.

In Cerridwen’s cauldron she stirs
I bubble and I seethe
No longer am I only hers
And I am free to leave.

Sweet patterns flutter from her mouth
She builds Pele a shrine
Erupting passion North and South
I know the world is mine.

Now strangers’ eyes upon us rest
We both know, her and I
By all the Gods we have been blessed
And like them, never die.

Deep down into this hole of darkness
so many of you got dragged.
Who pulled you there,
so that your personalities would perish?

Deep down in this hole of darkness
you dance with your demons
to the sullen sound of delusion
which drowns your cries for help.

Deep down in this hole of darkness
it is dull and gloomy.
No laughter, no love, no light,
Just death.

Deep down in this hole of darkness,
Buried alive
Are all of you
And I          live          up here          all
                            alone.