give me back my blood and
i will give you yours.
i am crying into tomatoes
i am scrying with wheat flour
and there isn't enough black
pepper in the deccan plateau
to satiate my flaming roots.

i have just received a message from
the yavana tribe of iron india, and
they sent it through a slow red
river warm and creamy. do you care
to know what they said? of
course don't, you never have, and of

course i will insist to tell you. "he sinks you,
he covers you, he stifles the breath
of your core." they are ionians and
thus they understand the pain and peril
of drowning.

goodmorning
the **** convinced me
not to move the black bracers-
killer whales wanting to dance
but i stuff them with threads,
knots of ebony and fishnets,
so they hang over my body
at night during my journeys.
are they looking after me or
are they after that red bead
in my center?

burning woodsmoke now, patchouli
melt creamy- as venus sways one
hip from the fire pits of aries
she ends up on the other side:
the dirt finger grove of the steady
bull chanting "hold and touch and stay."

goodmorning
when has the sun glided his way,
as if upon the hips of a sea nymph,
across miles and angles of what
was a dark night?

keep your water, i am weaving.
i am breathing every taste of it
i am touching infinitely that center,
so sought after, like the walls of palaces
when tongue touches lip
i am rubbing every color through me
i am watching your scent drizzle gently
all over my pools of skin.

tend me like the earth, goodmorning
string me like the grape vines bursting forth from soil.

today i caught myself not
thinking about you for longer than
one heart beat. i was fooled.
had been completely engrossed
in a conversation with a judge
inside my mind, you're standing
across from me and our apocalypse
is here! she asks
me what i mean, she
hates my people but loves
my pedigree. if she asked you
what you thought of me would
you do right by jesus christ?
what rogue elixir could ever tie
the tubes before your embryonic
lies come spewing out onto this
relentless carboniferous slice of
spinning lava?

parasites
just like your guns,
you reckless bandit.
just like your sons,
a leech on the planet.

I am no different than those who've abandoned me,
I am no different than those who've hurt me.
Yes, I know, it has become repetitive.
I understand why I spent so much in avoiding this silence.

I am no victim, no exception,
For that reason, I want to keep my life.
I'll probably carry this grief wherever I go.
So old now, it's covered in mold.
I wash it off but it regrows.

It's the same thing, again and again.
I never mean the same to you,
And vice versa,
In a perpetual state of loss,
A cycle of death reminding me of itself.
This familiar silence, a memento,
It may never let me go.

You spent your life fighting for freedom,
That you became liberated from life
Oh martyr.
People, enslaved by their delusions
Wanted to enslave you,
And none were wiser.

Oh martyr,
You may have been but a child,
A woman, a fighting man,
An elder,
Maybe you had died offering a helping hand,
A mother, a father.
We grieve over the loss
Of our sister, our brother.
With each light that is cut off
The world grows darker and darker.
Robbed from your care and your love
It gets so much colder.
And the rest of us are left
Under the glaring shadow of imminent death
Because the war doesn't seem to end
'til every soul draws its last breath.

Tell me,
If the hearts that beat are the same,
If the lungs that breathe are
Capable of uttering the Name,
Could such evil come from me?

The devil doesn't answer once he is called to question.
The devil instead burrows your face,
And wears a copy of your skin,
And utters your words back to you.

And soon those deluded
Spread their corruption
Like the potent sparks of hell.
They light the flame in worship
Of this world in which
Their darkest desires dwell.

Forgetting
That our true home is in heaven,
And the children of Adam are displaced.
Heaven's diaspora!
Should we again be swooned
By Satan's Whisper
It would be a shame!