Desiccation Deluge
Child, you are cracking,
Bones jangling.
You are dice in a tumbler.
I wish I was never your
Doting but stupid mother.
I see you snapping sixes
Onto a table
Weighed down by
What you are unable
To release:
You are the wolf
Wearing the pelt
Of a sheep
Hunting yourself
For what is left of
Your precious
Blood and meat.
Are you cleaner or
Are you dirty?
Will your starvation
Hurt me?
Are you dry like the drum?
Do you hide beneath a
Skin that has been split,
Starved of moisture
After being tapped
And drained of all of it?
Does your body even hold
Its rightful moisture?
Is there dust in your veins,
Or are you some other
Kind of monster?
Are you worn smooth
Like the rock in my pocket?
Did a steady stream shape
That surface curve,
Leaving you jagged
Under all of it, protected and
Buried beneath the earth?
I loved you since your birth
But now there is nothing
Left but poison water.
It falls from my eyes
As I scream into the storm.
I am the prideful foot:
You are the eternal thorn.
Are you refined by the flood
Or overwhelmed by the waters?
Is there a desiccation deluge or
Are you floating as you ought to?
Are you dried out in the sun
Thin and papery as the onion
Skin that hides all the
Irritating juice within?
Or will all the conjured oceans
Float you to the surface
Where you remain my daughter?
I tried to go with the flow
Crack the ice that kept me under.
I tried to rend your long-time
Drought asunder.
But I was too juicy
I held on to the life-raft and
When the doing was done
I was left to fly my flag
At half-mast while you
Simply moved on.
There was no air only liquid.
How I wish I had drowned
In the sadness of all of it.
There is no mercy for mothers.
I started to breathe the flood
Into my lungs and function
As a golem, a shadow of
A stone fish playing in the
Bubbles and the foam:
I adapted and you won.
Does the wet season of my
Misery amuse you?
Are you looking down at me
From your lofty position
Just like you used to?
Does my desperation
Please you?
Do you remember how
I used to kiss you goodnight?
Your wet tears on my lips
You tasted like sea salt
And you gathered up all
Of me to flush away into
Your endless sinking sea.
I was you. And you were me.
You were on the shoreline
Immersed in your
Desiccation deluge.
I could not catch your drift,
Then came the earth-shattering
Shift, the tsunami of your
Discontent.
I know what you did,
But I never knew what
You meant.
Here comes the rain again
And this time it will not stop
Falling.
It will flood whether
You keep your mouth shut
Or not.
Here comes the flood again:
The soaking sheet of water
That nurtures your soul
And destroyed your body
Will fall and overwhelm you
Leaving me saturated.
Was it me or life that
You hated?
No matter what your
Lean and vicious goals.
It is all too late for you
And the tide is coming in
For me.
I hate this damned aquatic
Filial
Deathly chorography.
Will you not open your mouth?
Will your lips remain sealed?
Your tidal wave washes over me
But I will refuse to yield.
Ruled By The Wind
I am ruled
By the wind.
His secrets
Became my
Business.
I followed
With nothing
But my back
To bluster
And shoulder
To the rain;
My suitcase,
Trusty Conair
Hairdryer and
Trans Am
Radio haze.
I chased him
Hurtling down
Tornado alleys,
Tracked him to
Higher ground
When he rallied.
I wanted
To see what a
Storm-chasing
Life could do.
I became
Enveloped
By this mad
Obsession.
Swallowed up
In the flood
Of air the
Deluge of
The ancient
Skies: I cried.
The wind when
I found him
Whispered by
A mountain:
“No heroine,
Modern or
Ancient,
Flighty or
Patient is
Going to
Hunt down my
Tempests or
Silent storms!
My breeze is
For cooling,
I’ll give you
A final
Warning: I’m
Going to
Blow all your
Dreams right down.
I blew hot
Air in his
direction.
I tried to
Redirect
Him to see
If I could
Mend him or
If there was
A message
I could net.
But all my
Hot air and
Untuned flair
Was no match
For the pure
Psychotic
Tear of the
Natural
Born storm I
Finally
Met.
The whirlwind
Stalks the corn
Fields and finds
Souvenirs
To throw through
My windows,
It summoned
A dart to
The heart of
The matter.
My dreams
Were shatter’d,
But I chased
Him down still.
I can blow
Hot and Cold.
My machine
Has one speed
And no goals.
My air is
Electric
Lightning rocks,
Rolls over
The sky line
Whipping up
A deluge
Of earth- dust
Obscuring
My vision.
The wind is
Mocking it
Laughs at the
Huff and puff
That I can
Magic up.
The wind leans
In, ruffles
up my hair
Adjusts my
Radio
Dial Until
He finds a
Song blowing
In to make
His lofty
Heart smile:
Still the wind
Follows me
Mile after
Gusty mile.
I should have
Learnt not to
Chase the wind -
The holy
Tools of the
Writing on
My brick wall,
The wind and
The rain and
The nameless
Storm will be
Forever
My most harsh
Wild master:
My darling
Deluged in
Disaster.
Go With The Flow
Go with the flow
How high how low
Can you go with the
Flow?
Water goes downhill
Whiskey goes there too
How low can you go with the flow
Empty bottle blues
You say "I need fuel not food"
Just how low can you go with the flow...
And I really don't know how I'm meant to go with the flow
When I'm trapped under the ice.
Blood flows into wine
Whatever yours is mine
When you go with the flow
And I really don't know
How I'm meant to go with the flow
When I'm trapped under the ice.
Your body can't take much more
I look through your door
You've gone with the flow
Where ever you go, I go.
Six foot to the undertow
But I really don't know how I'm
Meant to go with the flow
When I'm trapped under the ice.
It's empty without you
You're the only one
It's true.
I've gone low with the flow
And I really don't know
How I'm meant to go
With the flow
When I'm trapped
Under
the
ice
The Shower
I saw the water dropping
From somewhere up above
I watched the sheets a-coming
In merciless cold blood
The storm was yours only,
I was watching from within
The walls of a drier place,
A cozy smoky inn.
You leaned against the window
And pulled up one fallen stocking
I saw your dead eyes crying
And it wasn’t even shocking.
I saw the water dropping
On your fairytale world
I watched your silent stream a-
gathering
When I was young and you
Were my contrary little girl.
They put you under the shower
They pinned you out to dry
But the deluge came and
There was only pain and
You were no longer
In my world.
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