I technically wrote this poem about six months ago, but I just came across it again. I kinda dig it, so thought I'd share. ~Tet
of days and lands laid waste
"...of days and lands laid waste"
the girl said, as she bustled to her room
she knew it in her fingertips
rushed it through her eyes, her lips
she was the queen of all she saw
and the king of all she knew
she was the quintessential ta
of the infinitesimal roo
she sat upon her queenly throne
peering down at the universe below
of ruined lands and waste-maid suns
and tugged and traveled lives of men
such a little child, a little girl
she tugged her hair and twirled her gown
but little did she know, little she knew
her whispered moods rushed through the town
and when she smiled she said of you
come to my arms, come to my play
and twirl we all all through the stars
unstabled miles and miles of day
unfurled and open, come what may
and soar we'll through the milky way
and touch the saturned stars
“…of lands laid waste and ruin”
Said the girl with eyes of men
Tattered tresses on her skirts
And blouses washed in washless dirt
She trippled through the universe
And gazed with eyes of men
And there she sat, her tuckled throne
Of muck and sand and wind-wrought stone
It crooked built by man alone
She peered down from her tower
And with her eyes and with her teeth
She tore apart the heavens reef
And plunged her girlish fingers in
And caught a sel-fish by the fin
And whipped it to and whipped it fro
It curled and danced upon the air
Away from lover’s sweet below
Away from home and sweet below
It wept and she watched and wondered now
And dropped his finless back into
The heaven scent of deepest blue
And crawled she back onto her throne
Of muck and sand and fishy bones
Her universe now in demise
With splitted hairs and darkened eyes
She straightened more her tullied dress
And stretched her legs and curled her chest
she sat upon her throne of one
with sadness in her cheeks
she wondered her what to belong
with sadness in her cheek
6.17.11
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