those who will deny you
those who leave you to your life and death
when you are one of those together
very forest green our briefly thoughts
especially at night between lightning
Author: hinzadw
mantis bat cricket, and roach in a childrens story
in a small mostly sleeping third story room of evening forward and backward time
a mantis flew in from the hall landing high on a window curtain
from the front rowhouse sidewalk garden the winterberry on wings toward chimneys sky trees behind
chimneys once a bat crawled down through a barely open damper and flew the stairs and halls back up
finally untrapped in doors out fresh air up and not randomly all about evening sky and sounds around
ultrasonic skies mantis cautiously travels and cricket stridulates into lovers landing
lovers and others hear chirping through a third story window
chirping that stops
for the mantis let out of the cup on the backdoor stoop
for the bat ever about the sky and house
for until it starts again forward and backward time.
and for roach, sometimes set free sometimes not, a way you must aggregated come see me
(the mantis crawled in between a screen and a third story window sill and was caught and set free outside the back door; the bat came in through a chimney damper vent and had to be trapped in a room then left to fly out a window; crickets often stop chirping for various reasons; cooperation and competition are balanced in cockroach group decision-making behavior; i miss you most when i do)
auburn yellow gray forgiveness fantasy
in a mirror of some others
gathering our shadows
in one net under hanging rock smell of sea
sustain us
workmanly blood and tears
always in some near relativity
lovely lover
elixer and
earth music
soft sleep winged wheels rested feet
streams of succor
held in lorded picture shows of
buffoonering deception
silver teeth spoon
time carved
alone
a beautiful backdrop of emptiness
smashed ego new truth
swooning into the shade of death
to lose
suddenly
is the way of a steep climb
to a view
of view upon views
just found
shared
a number of some
us in time
(the ravens cry bright shining)
assuming our triple double unity
darkworking soulkilling disguised prating fever
in public from here and nowhere
suspended enchanted
speaking of one day
spanning travail burden
just brothers and sisters in glass
suspended
elvish or elvis
(injustice patriarchy washing per happenstance)
despite howsoever your tamora
checkered shadows in a glen
or human tailored light on baked and fired sand and mud
floating in air on hands to lips
seeming happenstance
your spoken mind to others assured
now found
in your mothers fucking love
the geography illusion
through barren vale
ocean and sky fusing into ruthless vast and gloomy
beasts of manner and prey
her nest scratched in black time
(of course shakespeare was a racist, he was a christian)
marriage henry and margaret
first cry me a river
was a marsh
iris ensata
circles in the water rippling out
y is war juxtaposed with paradise
hoo invokes some ghost
wow the dancing in the streets the bonfire the feast the banquet
same chill morning breath in waving greenstrapsea
pigmentation due to anthocyanidins is reinforced by the presence of other colorless flavonoids
places are destinationless
unselfish unoppressions unframing
men at play for a queen
grounded in dark
surrounded by black
black is the source of light
speaking
a story perhaps
or a story in the making
somehow sunlight warm in the telling
not yet lost or vaporizing
with so many birds as something
whistle inside a flute vibrating box
right in the middle of black and white