In love with life and all of its foibles.
I found a maggot today Sweeping the corners Of the back door Flies invited themselves in Alongside strong men Shouldering heavy loads
By Aspen Marie 8 months ago in Poets
We know well The old ghosts Wandering Victorian manors Haunting librarians Teasing the living With their light switch antics
Am I always to be Weighed, measured Found wanting Admonished for The amount of time I need to move From one state
Do we not Love those At least a little Who expand Our consciousness I bestow upon them The title of little god They are not
Suffering and I Go way back To the start, really Why is the compulsion To give away Unexpected abundance So great
Two people in a room Are praising my character Output is a funny thing Accolades for proficient production Never pierce interior walls
By Aspen Marie 9 months ago in Poets
I’ve known men like you Heroically tolerating My coruscating demeanour Unamused, obligated Resigned to the minutes You must toil
This hanging pause between ideas Feels like a honour My mind is empty Of all higher thoughts And deep feelings Mundanity of life has deterred
Red coral beads on a long strand Wind around my neck Amaranth spotlights wash away All trace of imperfection Brass gleams as tuba bellows out
I bit my lip today Rolling soft, pink flesh Into my mouth A solitary drop of blood Pealed across my tongue Tastebuds shocked
Imagine A captivating performance Of courtly flourish And effluent speech My internal cadence resonates In mind’s echoing chamber
I used to shape clay and plaster pieces Humble offerings to please the senses An obvious output; physical forms Showcasing creativity, skill
