Sigyn 

i see stories in the stars while making mixtapes for my man

With perfect technicolor poise

Finger-to-temple (TAP, TAP)

My Neo-Loki turned to say,

I live in my own world; I drew a map on the back of a beer coaster but lost it in a dive in Talin, so it is easy to lose my way

At dawn, the only stirring sounds are of the air: planes depart, crows caw for breakfast, the last leaves rustle in the breeze 

i unintentionally blow a smoke ring and think of Generation Zero 

Tulips sleep in the snowy ground and continue to grow after they’ve been picked always arching towards the sun 

This is enough to end the rampage 

Death becomes Life

And i return to collect the serpent’s venom 

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METAPHORM 

i am lovingly fascinated with this storm as we try to tear Babylon down with battlefield remedies

The night belongs to poets, madmen, and my revolutionary pornstar Jesus who is crucifying himself on electronic versions of yesterday’s news

It’s been so long since i’ve been home that i’ve forgotten Mother’s laugh but

there lies a truck stop philosopher who once pointed to the psychedelic stars saying you can never go home again and

i can’t recall his laugh, either

The red dress i wore that day turned black becoming a Midwestern Classic loaded with

pomp & circumstance, stars & stripes, death & taxes

i’m on my eighty-seventh transformation cutting atonal chords and severing velvet ribbon ties

The gods return with different names; ancestral Valkyries reminding me of a warrior’s birth and a bargain struck for a drop of mead

Soldiers of Debauchery, we rebel on

As icons fall from grace in another nocha oscura

Lightning  Prayers

The Wise Men

from Lao Tzu to Kerouac

Seek Solitude on the Mountain

But those who laugh into the abyss

discover in the Dark Night

that the Collective is the key

to Enlightened Expression

Lightning Prayers can do no harm

as dragonflies and butterflies

prepare for METAPHORM

surpassing the SuperEgo

as three bleeding women

giggle at a nigger on a unicorn

Review:

We eclipsed in the name of Art

In my naïveté i lost Faith 

While proving Love

i bow to the Father i tried to release 

The Universe doesn’t agree to the Trinity

And i weep

 

Fractal

feeling conflicted, this goes beyond the

you or i

cutting up the past, standing up to father figures (this means what?), starting our tribe

the animal in you i HATE but LOVE

bursts of physical not always kind

it’s the human in you that muddles my intellect

the revolution looks different than i imagined and without nectar/ambrosia the humor

gets lost

maybe sticking it to the man is better suited to the young

it is what we DO that defines us

and i don’t want to be trailer trash manifestations of nail polish names

“I could have been Somebody!”

as glass shatters and the air becomes putrid with hops

i want to cut through the cosmic bullshit and understand the connections but dharma is

often sidetracked by human drama

if i am not creating, what am i as

WOMAN

what must be unblocked to give a shit about something other than boys, booze, cigarettes

YOU have been MY mirror

at times i have not liked what i see

sit with it detach observe

sounding like a dirty hippie

why should one be ashamed of one’s roots?

the birds are silent after my breathing; the wind stills

sounds from my childhood gone save the freeway

she returns with a whisper but the answers have not come

the old poems were about running away

searching for home

20 years it still doesn’t exist

but i love you and that is as close as we are going to get

Meditation

for Allen Ginsberg

breathe in joy and inspiration, breathe out wisdom and peace

breathe in joy and inspiration, breathe out wisdom and peace

repeat

breathe in joy and inspiration, breathe out wisdom and peace

sit with it

observe pain posture breath

pain posture breath

teeth on edge as air replaces words

breathe in joy, breathe out peace

breathe in joy, breathe out peace

repeat

breathe in joy, breathe out peace

thoughts amble by linger pass

father mother lover

dark places observed cataloged paused

for further reflection introspection

breathe breathe breathe breathe breathe

eyes open

tree rocks in the wind

she is always there sister wind

breathe breathe breathe

joy, peace

joy, peace

physical fading

joy, peace

drifting drifting

joy, peace

questions questions

joy, peace

answers coming

joy, peace

third eye opening

a path

a man in red and gold appears

kind eye gentle hand stop

you are going your own way

turns walks away

breathe breathe breathe

ego wants to continue

sharp pain in head

eyes open

heart racing

33 minutes and cockblocked from enlightenment

by the Dalai Lama