Sexy-witch-flowers.

Of course I cried at your wedding.

You'de of been so proud. Until

they drug me out for making

that sound. You know the one

where your yellow lip overlaps

your teeth in that single misoneism of

dream-scape and bitterness. But

brief, happiness is, in that

contempt of personhood/ so now

you're kissing someone else?

Ain't that a b***h! So like coloring

the sweetmeat of trees = green leaves

and Lilacs equaling purple/ I

carry the purple ones warlike,

marsupium/ in that pouch above

reason but below wish.

And all the witches were there in attendance.

the witch that carries islands off to Mars

and sandy beaches; hence figuratively

just being brave. Then

the satirist witch/ the dramatist

(too ugly to be loved long) that pours

stamen and ovule down my silly throat

That makes poems up from her supply

of ropes, crack and dark whisky. Then

that witch that will marry the rest of us off.

Black winged and martial,

to the sky.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is powerful and amazing poetry. I loved every line.
"That makes poems up from her supply
of ropes, crack and dark whisky. Then
that witch that will marry the rest of us off.
Black winged and martial,
to the sky."
The above lines were my favorite. You allowed the reader to have visions of everything. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[h d e rushin]

thank you Coyote. I am struggling with my context (again) but still working and learning. dana