Cotton

Cotton

Small little beating
Swab of a heart
Fluffed hand picked cloud
Soaking up pink polka dots

Afraid to clot deep wine red

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The Soul That Hungers Hate

There was something I couldn’t appreciate
It was the apparent need for

The drive for
The need for
The care for
The dare for

The separation
The inclusion
The revulsion
The confusion

More than that

The compulsion

The fuel to be cruel…..

The Advancement of Metal

From Bronze
You were just pennies to me
Lincolns to flip head or tails
Civil wars to ponder
Slaves to molasses to rum
Despots all

in their self interests

With Steel at least there was Ginzu
Ninjas that could cut the moon in half
Bamboo forest crashing
Collapsing on top of foes
Feudal lords upholding honor and mercy
Or Renegades and thieves backstabbing
with tiny daggers

Wrought with Iron
Rot with irony
as pellets burst
from hand held devices
Triggering
and Triggering
and Triggering
The common man
A call to arms
All men created equal
with Liberty
and Trivial pursuits

Digitize me
Silicon
with your carbon next
Let me be who I want to be
Let me fight no more
Grant me the autonomy
To be me
in plasticity

Pheasant

Owned dazzle
Your own feathers gleam
Washing off skitters of water

To plume
Ornate down
of patterned embroidery

Lit ablaze with the light of day
Written with the rings of trees
A flutter mates a pray
to dance on top of half fallen
branches that
Hide

Such a brilliant display.

Spirit of the Mountain Prt. 6

Moon Dog

Out of nowhere
Does the scent heel
the turmoil
of escape
Does one grab
Does one brush
Does one smell

Carnage

All possible brutalities
Nature’s might
Its right
to survive

Fear held
Enhancing blood

A rage of hormones
where one is really felt alive

On the brink

Howl

Hunger

Flesh speaks out for growth

SLUG!

Heliotrope fixed!

Gravity’s pit
Forever carried
Self gutted on each climb
What do you aspire?

The repeated effort of
a unilateral segmented thrust

Single handedly shrugging obliquity.

The moist grasp on drying grass
Clings
A cilium momentum
Parapodia

of

Creature comforts

contingent

on the approaching darkness of the next shade.

Spirit of the Mountain Prt 5