djinn & juice
my dance is a whirling dervish
and can not be domesticated or
kept tight in tired bottles…
i refuse, this day, to exhale
stale expiration dates; dont collar
my breath or bother my shadow
with shackles or the depth of
darkness… the sun sits on
my tongue and when i need you
to see the light then i’ll say
something… and if you catch
a writer by the toe, then
“i think you better let it go…”
there’s no tellin where it’s been.
longevity is such a wasted wish
but if you understand brevity
then wish for a love that runs
on ancient rhythms and gets
extremely high smile mileage.
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Love this
i’m loving this near-daily dose of brilliance from your brain, i drink it in as if “the sun sits on my tongue.” thank you immensely.
A whirling dervish understands brevity and the genie out for high smile mileage. I knew something’s pullin’ on me toe
Thank god your “whirling dervish” of poems “can not be domesticated or / kept tight in tired bottles.”
So happy to read your poems.
but if you understand brevity
then wish for a love that runs
on ancient rhythms and gets
extremely high smile mileage.
Love these lines especially.
I love that now I will always have these words in my memory now:
“dont collar
my breath or bother my shadow
with shackles or the depth of
darkness… the sun sits on
my tongue”