SMM
The Living Force
I wrote these in a LJ blog back in 2010.
I don't remember what spurred them on but they are about cosmic catastrophe. Reading Horn of Moses, alongside some other articles, reminded me of their existence.
Blood-Fueled Hurricane
I am a blood-fueled hurricane;
spurting tempests & anguish-bitten
coven kith as they summon
my pale moist feet.
Tsunamis amidst the expanse.
In courtship with the capricious
winds, we tear down limb by limb the
precious territory & cardinals
like mere child's play.
The spine of treacherous denouement.
I am a blood-fueled hurricane;
making watermass dance nightly girth
lands fearing as they abate
the well-dewed crops.
Oh, concede-induced revere.
I apprised the land to dance free
& at my call they commence - a mere
quiver shifts mountains,
emptying bridges into my moat
[which the remnants once imbibed]
with every gaping temblor,
enumerating the civilisations deterred
till none is found.
I am a blood-fueled hurricane;
with my swollen underbelly unearthed
having to wear my fervent zeal
for there was no more room inside.
These cacogenic faunas
watched me undress my spent banks
some fawned, others ambivalent
& the rest turned a blind-eye in ignorance.
There's Water Everywhere
There's water everywhere,
leaking from the creaky floorboards
landing on the ceiling. Droplets from the
wood-gashes
fill my cup-like palms with ashes
open to the damp
steel-refined works of
the spitting seas. The moon
vacates the now-swollen building,
with teary-eyes unwiped from the
cloth-clouds --
no pity for the forgotten swarming electrolytes
as they chant relief & manifest their brief
consolations to the chief.
I encircle pools amidst the puddle-lake
of furniture-ketones & languish-laden walls.
We lament the fire
hosed by the moist prospect:
There's water everywhere.
& we'll tell them of how
the moon was here, the sun & the stars too
but all this water: it choked the stars,
put out the sun & drove the moon to its misery.
Once we had a heatwave; the waves ate the heat.
Now we're left with the waves
that are nightly fervour.
Once we had celestial bodies; then all these bodies piled up
In the terminal waves.
& very long ago, we had a moon.
He left, forlorn, to find somewhere new.
Thanks for reading.
I don't remember what spurred them on but they are about cosmic catastrophe. Reading Horn of Moses, alongside some other articles, reminded me of their existence.
Blood-Fueled Hurricane
I am a blood-fueled hurricane;
spurting tempests & anguish-bitten
coven kith as they summon
my pale moist feet.
Tsunamis amidst the expanse.
In courtship with the capricious
winds, we tear down limb by limb the
precious territory & cardinals
like mere child's play.
The spine of treacherous denouement.
I am a blood-fueled hurricane;
making watermass dance nightly girth
lands fearing as they abate
the well-dewed crops.
Oh, concede-induced revere.
I apprised the land to dance free
& at my call they commence - a mere
quiver shifts mountains,
emptying bridges into my moat
[which the remnants once imbibed]
with every gaping temblor,
enumerating the civilisations deterred
till none is found.
I am a blood-fueled hurricane;
with my swollen underbelly unearthed
having to wear my fervent zeal
for there was no more room inside.
These cacogenic faunas
watched me undress my spent banks
some fawned, others ambivalent
& the rest turned a blind-eye in ignorance.
There's Water Everywhere
There's water everywhere,
leaking from the creaky floorboards
landing on the ceiling. Droplets from the
wood-gashes
fill my cup-like palms with ashes
open to the damp
steel-refined works of
the spitting seas. The moon
vacates the now-swollen building,
with teary-eyes unwiped from the
cloth-clouds --
no pity for the forgotten swarming electrolytes
as they chant relief & manifest their brief
consolations to the chief.
I encircle pools amidst the puddle-lake
of furniture-ketones & languish-laden walls.
We lament the fire
hosed by the moist prospect:
There's water everywhere.
& we'll tell them of how
the moon was here, the sun & the stars too
but all this water: it choked the stars,
put out the sun & drove the moon to its misery.
Once we had a heatwave; the waves ate the heat.
Now we're left with the waves
that are nightly fervour.
Once we had celestial bodies; then all these bodies piled up
In the terminal waves.
& very long ago, we had a moon.
He left, forlorn, to find somewhere new.
Thanks for reading.