She says to watch the waves. The tides are mixed, we wait for alignment.
It could take years….and in the meantime my bones slap against the equator.
The water is low.
Fish flop belly up with baby jelly beans dangling in reverse….the tide is turning.
Zenith encourages direction. I am vertical; midheaven.
God is intersecting.
What house do I belong in?
Am I breast and bone?
Am I flesh and blood?
Am I fire and system?
She says to watch the waves. We can go from there. The sun must first come
over the horizon. I strain East. I feed on the ecliptic axis and wait 90 degrees
like suggested. I wait
until I fall beneath the Earth. X lives here. X is virulent and understood.
X is ability and invasion.
She says I have to learn how to be with the disease. Who I am is bound
and fruitless. I will never find alignment when I greet
X in such short periods. X will never release the bacteria and set me
back on land,
where I can wait with the tides for alignment,
and drown out the suffering.
Ten thousand light years from Orion’s Arm,
my eye is naked and
distinguished. Your small satellite orbits
my dark regions with aim.
I am uninhabitable with my gas,
and dust, and hot stars
spiraling in mass distribution.
Call me Sagittarius A….
and I will call you instable,
with your fictional planets
swaying with indefinite motion,
your thick Dwarf Elliptical
cancels out my Galaxy
Lift my head from soft evil;
a black chest I know
arms that swing sharp blades around my throat.
We meet where day begins,
after black out thick ends…
smoke smothers from my pores -
I remember the Cosmos,
shooting up the stars,
crawling out of his damp position
By doorways and walls, I pass through
with two faces. I am honoured
and assassinated by fruits and
seeds of the people.
They move their lips, I hear deep shrills.
They whisper like big cannons
at battle. I keep each as a sacred
stone; I throw each as a poisonous tale.
Today, God loves my motion. I merge with
Galileo under seven planets
I am his Dialogue on the Ebb and Flow of the Sea.
But tomorrow will take me suspiciously.
Medusa will come to show
the bogus end of Venus and her beautiful phase.
White weasels come in pack, they smell her
insidiousness; she sits coy on my tongue
while I am categorized.
Back to square rooms, black chairs,
I pass through with two faces.
I am honoured by amber vials,
assassinated by the pills.
They move their lips,
I hear fuzziness and laughter…
quit laughing at me
quit laughing at me
I am a statue,
I am trapped here.
I’ve got the winners of the chapbook drawing and the t-shirt also and I’ll be in touch with those people soon. Thank you all for participating and giving me something fun to do.
You guys are the best…I’m excited for the future and I hope you all stay with me <3
XOXOXO ~ MM
Lindsey, in perfect fifths,
let’s shatter the veil
The universe is sold out,
but your bridge is precise
and the dead watch your maple
while I anesthetize myself
Your snakewood grows on dried gut,
I am glued to paper –
We are limited in time;
in stranded worlds.
Let’s shatter the veil
and bring them together.
The sickness is under my skin again, crawling in confusion.
It starts with the alarm clock. Night terrors, tick-talking me to sleep.
I slit your arms around me,
But why did you leave?
Your mountains are stained by
wild midnight. You’re in love with her air.
Her skin is made of cyanide, her bones, frozen and bare.
Silence stands against my bed, my tongue on splintered wood,
I bet you’d eat my carcass, if only you could. You could!!