The Poetic Blog
of Bone and Breath
My poems are whisper of forbidden longing, caged yearnings, and bodies tamed by dying doctrines.
MISPIRITS
(May, 2006)
Forsaken us the twilights
Of shaped-breast and trapped hearts
For my years had kept me in cruelty
Leaned in caged minds and morbid tongues
Forsaken us had the twilights
Pleasured us what Nature's wild plays?
A simple laid, here in tender age and agony
Was merely a civilized matter, dear
Mould of irony and of young bones
Dispelled from myths and crackpot stones
ah! I would endured and longed for thee!
The all intense outcome of a fable; Lust
Who wed the skin with leisured plot
And like a tiny roar, was the lion's bite...
"Mercy.."
"Mercy.."
"A mispirits ends badly..."
Nest on My Chestnut Hair
(May, 2025)
Tippy-tee, tippy-tee, tippy-tee toe,
Birdies rounding up my brow
Heartily, wiggly, dangling lots—
Berries moshing, all I saw!
Whoopidee, whoopidee, whoopidee-doh,
“Do” is the only chord I’ll go
Pluckily, hastily—hungry sorts,
Purplish peckers munched it short!
Tappity, tappity, tappity-tom,
Foolery’s never been such fun!
Nitpicky, hitch-hikey, mousy-fowls,
They sing me along in Solfeggio!
Bubbly, Bubbly, Bubbly hum,
Two trolls gawking at my cloak
Wibbly and Wobbly, eyeing with wonder—
Where is all the glue I stock?
Bleaky-dee, bleaky-daa, bleaky-doo, Bo!
“Bonita—! Where’s the kitchen duster?!”
Mummy shouted loud—
Oopsie, now I might be in trouble!
A Noodle-vore Savor
(May, 2025)
A bowl,
Fresh for the soul
Coos a gentle call—
Chili,
A feisty mili
Holy guacamole—
Stirred,
Stewed,
Smoked,
Gobbled—
Bless
That yolk—
Amen
M C D X I V
(May, 2025)
Staccato in the vessels, a jungle of mass concrete
Wraith-born of desolated cracks and bigotry conceited
Bodies of glass once yours; the disarmed and the defeated
They plead for independence not capitol elitists
You seek prowess in the name of individual breach
Unforgiving repercussions fall on the inhumane leech
Though—
I seek forage in the flames of Animalian speech
For sacred hearts, of blood-shackled bones;
Primordial Code
My Witnesses,
Behold!
This is freedom, akin to ancients before us!
A golden age, the new days of old.