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Ritual Sacrifice

“How to get your wife back with ritual sacrifice.”


They say you shouldn’t sacrifice people
but she doesn’t want diamonds
she doesn’t want kittens or kids

 

and waffles didn’t bring her eyes
back to mine with sweetness
but I am willing to appease this goddess

 

Through ropes and blades I carve my love
one hole in a fair maidens chest
one little heart for two

 

so, I gashed a grin with sin
-one swift grope to the chest
and felt her smile rise

 

Now, a dozen kisses met again
from a time buried long ago
and our blood felt hot and bold

 

like summer in our skin, all bounds unbound
praise to my goddess, boundless be.


BONUS CREEPIER VERSION:

 

With a series of storms,
her eyes push me farther out to sea
but my heart drums on

 

Swarming in a dozen thorns
she thickens a cloud around
but I still feel the smile she tried to bury
a long time ago

 

To save her heart from sinking slow,
I paint the ground a pity red
dredging my marriage with a fleshy angel
giving a piece of heaven to my goddess

 

we’re taking back the art once lost
true

 

some sacrifice for seasoning rain
some, sacrifice for bringing pain
but, I give the life for the wife I held

 

We are the ship wreck that set sail
and we feel the frothy sea pushing,
heating the hell-heaven in our wind.

 

Inside and Outside

“Write about an unrequited love that keeps me awake.”


She walks without slack
loose with wine and sand
roaming by the waves
scratching with the seaweed
 
she is a hymn from the tumbling tides
The warm and friendly sun hums along.
 
Once the sands push for the moon 
and the sea curls for more sea
and the clapping wet world comes closer
the sun belly flops – bright to dim
 
she unhooks her hands 
I search with my steps unkempt 
losing the sandy path 
I struggle to see her now
through my moonlight, 
my hands cold
and I find only a foggy whisper filling my head.
 
Under my crooked helm I pull
like rain, I draw the echo down
scattering in white splash noise
needling my best heartbeats
like a masterpiece wrapping myself
away from control, sinking in the delta.
 
Growing and shedding all growls I peel
freshly as a raspberry picked messy
flowing and drumming
blindly red as a baby born
thrown together in the lush.
 
Back to the start, I crave better
sunshine for our mistakes
fondly, I lie with our eyes
closed with smiles wide
weighing memory by the glimmering distraction
boxing all Pandora black.

Spanish Armada Dolphin Cheese

“Hello

I would like a poem about a dolphin that falls in love with the spanish armada. But it’s actually a metaphor for cheese making. Or, one about love.

Thanks”


My love has slowly brewed
warmed for only five minutes
spreading from fin to tail,
like quiet waves approaching
the clean white beach.
 
The wooden ships on Spanish shore,
bobbing – blowing gently with natural tendency.
Sweet tender Spanish armada, sleep.
I will wait for dawn before stirring,
because our love can only thicken.
 
Your covered decks seize the dawn,
stretch your rafters, nest, and sails.
Today our love lifts away from here,
with your elegance – my heart elopes.
 
I follow you in these changing seas,
but my heart seems to only dissolve in you
as you trudge bravely on to war-
brushing my painted heat into the ocean.
 
You remain unstirred from my touch,
but I follow your white sails silent.
Whispering heartsrings tug me to you,
forever across this callous sea.
 
Now hark! What rope is so cruel
as one which turns your cannons.
Lighting the air to new flame,
striking the stranger.
 
My Spanish sunshine smashed,
a rage of smoke sweeping all.
English and Spanish sweat strain
breaking the peace with gunpowder.
 
The admiral’s sword cuts swiftly,
turning and cutting through English muck.
I smash against the wooden hordes,
and pieces break from all sides.
 
My heart flicks unbridled and furious,
but mi Armour is no more.
Shriveled and shrinking, he is cut.
 
I took the pieces away.
Scraps and splinters.
My wooden treasures I keep,
like clouds saving the sun at night.
 
Slowly my love comes again,
and I take one piece of the bow under
into the salty depths of the sea
so we can fly from the smoke.
 
Bloody waters gone,
now we must hold together,
tightly- for the sea is harsh.
We wait for the moon to wane
and wait for the sun to shrug the pain
and my fins can bandage our love again.

Freeze Frame

“That sinking feeling you get when you realize you just screwed up and time freezes for a moment. Like the moment the car door closes and you realize the keys are inside.”


Sinking into that moment,
when the moment takes all.
Time itself blooms bleakly inside.
Planting cold stones in my belly.

 

In my unprepared moments,
no matter how hard I squeeze,
the sky isn’t moving,
so I lack the feeling to feel-
more than the pit that pulls.

 

Swelling like an invisible storm;
it laughs frozen,
as my chest falls-
behind my breath,
taking us out to sea.

 

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