the wild hunt
fohn wind hard licks the wild hunt erupting
vultures drop, motionless, shadows disrupting
moonlit groves, armies of faries
thrashing acorns as tornadoes carry us
down stark roads over homes wrongful built,
for hearth-fires wodan keeps, unwise wood split
undoing the road and what's come before
and that which was known, once before sworn
dandy dogs hunting, stay on your steed
to touch ground when godan hunts; ashes guaranteed,
our tender feet march not that fohn wind,
rises hot focus up mountains sharp grin
cutting god's ice beard, the spray off blood hooves;
red roaming ghost kings, all sensible move
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selene
Selene drives her moon chariot wanton wise
pulling men-hearts out to later feed mice
above green earth her palace so pale
from craters her whims all mortals regale
moonstruck by proxy, the wine in our glasses
moondrunk the chipmunk, evading owl passes,
Selene never parks her orb spinning high
without clouds for hitch-posts cloistered nigh
formed of Phoebe, or maybe old Theia
fished in by gravity, mystery, the moon sees us;
silhouette of substances similar, serene
man is kind love until shown his own spleen
shining her trademark, all night she delivers
rolling foul heavens, arming cupid's deft quivers
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norn
Swans from swain broods emerge to the Norns
who thread twine, riverine, alluvial born;
fates tend to puddle, well-tree over-ridden;
the Norns sort us out, trophy in the midden
a root runs true or turns false no less,
carries our water, the ash of success
the limbs roost above our imperiled crowns
widow-maker swooping, silently browned
no fish to swan stalking, mirror calm lake,
no leaf left untasted, the hart there to take
no dirt clod molested, the serpent true hiss
there in Norn's weaving wand's illustriousness
noblest of trees, tried on all sides
ribs back, arm mind, heart soul& mind
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nemesis spake
Finally Nemesis spake, her truth a rake,
clawing man's crime piles he takes/takes
for granted, till spark make bonfire;
good, party ----get a marshmallow, dear
said Nemesis, whittling weeping willow
switches, laying castor&pollux egg on a pillow;
mother of helen, cause of collection,
armies assembled to die, perfection;
ceo, senator, jocular newsguy, trump:
Watch for a chariot of griffins Clumped
Yer frivolous Insolence and heads i remove
Shrieked Nemesis (her army approved)
daughter of Ocean, her dagger primeval,
dim man-blood meet Nemesis, measured arch rival
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semele
bathing in the river, Semele took note yon eagle
bloody from blots to zeus, his attentions "regal"
Semele demanded the god in full glory,
thus reduced by thunderbolt, an immortal story;
from fires sprung son dio, wine god of frenzy
born to soothe time and man, needing ectasy
a phoenix not ready, zeus sewed in his thigh:
dionysus, with river nymphs, and mystis, resides
raised in sheer mountains, with panthers, his wine,
wand tipped with spine-bone, honey of pine
mead's golden warm fuel fires the dance
epiphany blooms in orgy perchance
twice born, the grape low:
wine risen, man knows:
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ixion
The centaur bow aflame in absolute fire,
breath cloud via spectograph no liar,
primordial booze of all make and kind
ethanol, vinyl,...no wonder centaur's blind
a black hole of methane, tongueless profane,
formaldehyde crib has all life to gain
loaning out a cosmos to spare
a rib boomerrang returns for its share
half man-horse, his core brighter by far,
hera dumbly his target, zeus fixed Ix with tar,
spinning eternal from fucking that cloud
(in hearts distillation, purely not allowed)
big bang banished, moby dick subsumed,
punished with powers all self-consumed
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cebele
Say you know them sibyls of the sistine chapel;
you know the core, seed, and bite of apple
do you know that great Magna Mater,
great mother, mountain planter,
Cybele seven thousand year worshipped,
iron from stars, her magnet, perfect
cured incorrigible dionysus, raving
grounded the grove and hearthstone, paving
altars blood worshiped, don't sneer now you mortal;
your fridge full of prophecy, awaiting, a portal;
styrofoam chapel, all lined with the saints,
st. bacon, st. whipped cream, st. plastic and paint
moshing foot grinding the feet grapes undressing
came first mothers music, mystery, sense blessings
Mt Tabor, Portland, Oregon
Jan 2, 2018
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