East

this is the first of my NorthSouthEastWest series that the DPS are doing. this one i wrote on the night of Oct 17th, waiting on the George North

EAST
Ears without lobes
and culture on paper
papered culture:
what does your fortune say?
slivers of beef tripe are rancid
in your round eyes sharp nose,

just

buy me

EAST
accents that are
broad
like
maaaaah-maaaaa?

because the city is always asleep; the buzzing lights
are just pretense of any kind of life here.
where is your god if he can be
folded into your
wallet? you pleasure
fools
who gamble on green tables
the tiles make foreign fricative noises
--like the static
on your yellow hands

Steel Love

collaboration brings creation. this is a poem written in response to "Steal" and "Love" read together and as one piece. though, "Steal" and "Love" are still seperate pieces, when i read them together, this is what wants to come out:

Steel Love
just outside the citadel
she gazes outward
"deep void," she says,
"where am i?"
wrapped in her shawl,
the red thread embracing her then running from her
she reads the dark sky and thinks,
i am so small.

later, inside the hall
the crumbs mix with the sauce
where the laughter of a full room
echoes unlike the tattered shirts they wear,
and there is satisfaction in her stomach.
"thank you," she thinks,
eyes open on the poor.

many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all

"deep void," she thinks again,
"my name, it's here."
lifting her head to be kissed

she is wildflower and dust
He watches her closely
and does not let harm befall her.
with wool and flax she still likes the spindle best
faithfulness the colour of chrome
is the thing that makes her face shine,
and wisdom is the cake she bakes.
i love you too,
deep void replies.