summer drips off walls and
coats black roads
we are melting into tomorrow
today was nailed and hammered by a carpenter with
a golden voice
It’s blurry, but I see it
people have lost livers and kidneys
and legs
and pets
and children
and I am sad for them, I am
from under a rock
from the depths of the Pacific
from unknown planets
where I am carried by a carpenter and His golden voice
My eyes settle blue on boulders,
on the desert.
She doesn’t know I am here.
She doesn’t know how I watch her,
or how I crawl with
tortoise in patient crawl or
how I soar with her carnivorous
vulture.
She is like woman,
like God
and sperm
and sea
all at once.
Her magic is dry and alive.
What is
to hate is to love.
She acts like death
but her surface is in force.
Her dry stomach spreads thin.
Her hot mounds curve Earth.
Her treasured liquid leaks from
her spike covered fruit.
She is dangerous.
She does not fear exhausted corpse’.
She swallows inside out,
spits it out and keeps it
for company
and when buzzards come
and when flies come
and when suns change course
she will suck dry
hard bones
deep within her sand
burying them
in her desert forever.
That fool of a Hurricane came along
wearing her precious
golden wig
her bitch stamp
tempestuous temptress
twirling
spinning
violence through
internal bricks and boards
I am a carpenter
a blood sculptor
The Queen
my masterpiece
in matching
patterns
nailed to the walls
my precious dynasty
garnished with
parallel features
inside and
out
muscles and brawn
My King
mixed with this
destructive
maniacal
windstorm
she rushed him
in her
giant waves
into her vast Ocean
her wet white body
then ripped and yanked
at my prized
creation
jerking
wrenching
until defeat ambushed
her
from behind
she resigned
and I was left
with my masterpiece
to clear the clutter
the debris
watching the Ocean for the
return of
my King.
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