Wednesday, November 20, 2024

Hunters

 They loaded up the trucks and

had their weapons ready

(they thought)

but misinterpreted the prey.

They were wrong about their weapons, too;

the ammunition,

faultily provisioned.

Squibs, blanks--and the 

spoor

was that of a constipated

predator. 

When brought to bay

(as they say)

the hunted were ready

to rip.

To claw.

To bite. 

The hunters expected a hunt,

not a fight. 

Could this be some analogy?

Yeah,

I guess it might. 

Tuesday, November 19, 2024

Maudlin

 I have seen her in the square,

gaunt, a mendicant, spare,

begging those with eyes to see

her devotion to her mendacity.

She will call herself a victim

while being a bully in your face--

plying the oldest trade in town

with her soul an empty space.

She's a creature marking off its turf,

pissing in public on the dirty earth.


Monday, November 18, 2024

Transformations

 If your skin sits ill on your shoulders

from prying eyes and 

burning words

cast it off. 

What is underneath is

more than they

can bear--

don't add another layer.

Not a pink hat

a t-shirt

a bracelet. 

What you use to signify 

is too abstract,

a mask--

reify. Render yourself

material and place your staff

deep in the roots of the world. 

You too are bloody red in tooth

and claw--

start remembering

what these things were for. 


Sunday, November 17, 2024

Nine Tails

 I am nine tails old now,

and I change like the white water.

I ate my birth year for good luck 

and am my own daughter. 

Sometimes when I drink you

can see my teeth come out--

just a little sharper, 

causing just a little doubt. 

Contrary to myth no femme fatale--

not at all, not at all. 

But things I touch may fall

as if bewitched. 

(Or as if pitched.)

Nine tails old is a thousand tales

in the making. 

Things I might say would leave you shaking

Mostly because they are true. 

Also because I am telling them to you. 

And there's no telling what

I might do. 

Saturday, November 16, 2024

The Ask

 They came to march to assault your eyes

with that same old symbol--

both a cross, and not. 

They walk the streets bare headed now--

openly now to defy

the safety and morality you've still got. 

Their flag you know, and their minds

would not surprise you

with new and inviting temptations.

We've heard these words and know

their kind--they represent

societal desecration. 

So here's the deal, stand fast

fill the street. The ask is that they do not meet

with frightened eyes but defiance,

Their reliance is on fear and they 

will take it and feed--

the task is to say no to fear.

The next course is blood. 

Will you refuse to bleed? 


Friday, November 15, 2024

Roiled

 The war in you demands more of you;

the resources you have, and don't.

What more do you want from yourself--

but something inside just...won't? 

You see two paths in a wood

and both are a "wouldn't".

You know right from wrong,

and everything is a "shouldn't". 

There has to be a reality 

beyond just "to be or not to be." 

Are we doing this right?

Living deliciously?

Or doing it with spite--

maliciously? 

Too many people have too long been spoiled.

They can't find themselves until they are roiled. 

O cursed fate--

by then, isn't it too late?

Thursday, November 14, 2024

Crying Wolf

 There are those who live a life

that never begs them for the proof,

they cry and cry for their problems

but they have to blame the wolf. 

What if the wolf got civilized

and came to your door

a service processing animal--

the kind you couldn't ignore?

What if he took on a whole

new set of clothes?

Learned to smile without showing 

teeth in rows? 

Unless he wanted to? 

What would you do?

If he settled with his pack 

and everyone had his back and you

were still just a little rabbit who

ran and ran when he frightened you?

Maybe make yourself a loup-garou.

Go and be the wolf yourself

instead of your crying. 

Yeah. You.