I dreamt of the circus Of hand painted wooden homes Better traveled than me A cat on a ledge Watching lazy after hours The bonfires will be gone by morning Leaving wheel ruts in the mud Laughter, music in the early hours As we care take the dreams Of those who sleep
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Thieves
I love that you give me all that power It’s a fair exchange For a millennial buried A lifetime denied Let me frighten you again It’s good for you A reminder you are not in Absolute control alone
Complex sex
How can I be sex
Straddling
Rose lips and cropped
Hawkfaced
Hair like otter fur
Moving invisible between
Strut and slink
Hidden places soft beneath
Hard words
My nakedness is freedom
Without defining wrappings
Unshelved and moving real
Intertwining complex
Conflicted
Outside demands that i
Am untethered to
Beyond tongue ties breathing
Unseen before you
// Eoten
Today
Might as well just laugh
The universe keeps spinning
No where stays for long
// Eoten
Point of Poetry
A useless art
Empty
Overshadowed by fizzing screens
Constant movement
Sole space of silence
Invites you to step inside
Your own head
// Eoten
Becoming Again
Lace of sparks curls
Crown-like
I am inside contained briefly
Or beyond
Another shape entirely
Between skull bones and tongue
A little broken
A little queer
The unreliable narrator of reality
Of soft impressions fluid
Finding all the cracks
But I am something else
star lit darkness deep
No depths no bones at all
The imperfect channels will erode
Sputter into dissolution
Leaving me bare and bright
// Eoten