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.