Poems from diewalkyrja
To my long and greying friend,
gracing the corner where
my end-table could not fit
and my lamp left glares in my
late-night television;
to...
I won’t pretend to know the definition
of a capitalist-consumer culture
or flaunt my Pixies albums
but I will tell you
screaming roses and...
do not step to
its rhythms
they are stampeding
to warn
do not
act upon these drums
they have
catching up to do
let them give chase...
I am the galaxy
birthed from mother Isis;
the lover of underworldly pleasure--
the keeper of healing
cracked
and I
came spilling out,
a...
I am thunder,
grinding sky diamonds in the earth of my thighs.
I have lived forever,
suppressed and swelling, willing but caged by these...