JUSTICE

Born of blood and restless sound
small terrible thing,
you'll find this pulse
of electric living.

across the red blanket
of your eyes shut tight against light,
making wishes
and pulling on feathery petals
but only fools make promises.

LOTTE

now that i know you put your head down every night to sleep
and that i am not allowed to like you-

i will admit it to no one.

maybe it can just be a friendship. so delicate they rise and fall.
and when they crash they make no sound, just turn into ash.

i looked at you out of the corner of my eye all day yesterday.
thought about what it would feel like if this were a date. if.
ican'tican'tican't.
i put the cut glass crystal we found
in the pocket of a child's jacket
next to the window

i think it sends out psychadelic rays.
i think they've got the best of me.

so far i've i smashed my knee three times in the same place.
it's so funny- to see her everyday. make a little game out of hiding my face:
blank expression/pretending not to notice/feign surprise.

you know the girl.
sits behind formica tables in those chinese diners that sell breakfast for 3.95?
drinks their coffee because it's cheap. vindicates her artist soul.
i think it tastes like vinegar.

UNWILD DOG

With his leathery black nose low to the ground, Reggie searches for purpose in these woods.
dusk hits and the clouds part above the Arbutus and Pine, their lacy streaks caught in the tops.
above, the moon waxing half full, is bright enough to cast shadows.
Reggie looks, alert, beady eyes trawl to the skies, but all cells in his blood cast long ago their inherent desire to pay homage.
somewhere,
a paw,
a sliver of moon reflected, a
slight shift in the wind.
Reggie lets a low bark and turns from the sound, running toward a faint whistle. the wild no longer his brethren.

FEMINAZISLUT

I remember the year you learned the word "hegemony"

applied it to masculinity.

over swigs of whiskey, spitting into the fire, speaking in terms of mother nature and wearing men' s clothes

twirling your hair- white pretty privileged girl.

foul mouthed and steel-nerved

soft white breasts: a palm-full

wide necked shirts: hand trimmed

re-appropriating sexuality.

dusk cuts to black

take back the night!

marching into the arms

of validation

sought but never spoken of

he doesn't mind that you don't shave, you empowered woman.

womyn.

free agent.

you've read feminist literature

and let your mother's generation plant apple seeds of awareness-

although not her directly, oppressed sad mother figure.

silky white petals stick to your perspiring mind.

surfing the menstrual wave-

of some post post post

(enter generational context)

OH sweet impregnation of feminine thought

feminine body

robust and fluid, you fill me with sweetness

that only

naughty little women can offer.

CALLED PROCESS

it is through this struggle
that these elegant young things, soft milky little things,
are defiled and made to
think core-less thoughts
of self
hollowed and reactive.

you sit, so still.
these big dreams tread on
tracked and charted, linear movement has
stripped those big dreams of all substance
little plumes of condensation-
absorbed back into the starless night
before they ever really leave
they are finished.

TRANSCENDENTAL EXPERIENCES

i've been waiting here

not so much for you but more for us.

we're meant to burn blue,

grow long hair, braid it together,

pile matchsticks miles high!

don't you realize looking at that big orange moon that we should grow old together?

we should have a million stories and

never stop being able to find small bones

new bones

little bones

undiscovered land on each others bodies.

see that leaky morning sky reflect on your pillow

and

it's empty right now, but hurry up!

hopeful words.

we have so much time to get started.