Love Song of Bones

I wear a bracelet of bones,
108 darkly
sardonically grinning.

I am a thing of the funeral pyre,
mired in corpses ashes.

My flashing
smile slashes
opals and pain.

My hair curls
the rain;
unfurled
it and I cry lover
to the plundering
thunder.


I am attired
in flaming
garnet garments.


Hands bejeweled
in the fine-tooled
bones of
fore-father's joints.


My teeth are
filed to points
of bloody truth .


I'm the sooth-sayer
of sacred
roadside prayers.


Carrier of
harried buried passion
falling, clawing,
gnawing to be set free.


Scream your secrets
clearly-loudly, proudly,
in my receiving ears.

And I would flay you,
play you:
brand , unman you,
take ,
unmake you.

With gray fire
in these eyes
I'd demonize,
demoralize,
to demise all your ostrich ways:
your running rabbit plays.


Soothing your cries,
your wheres and whys.


Mine are carnivores eyes
to let you see
that bright sunlight god
you were born to
heed, feed,
and maybe baby someday be.


You could, boy
you should,
burn through
shadows darker, danker,
ranker,
than the dead sea quiet .


I know,
I am the roaring riot!


Just the rhythm of my dancing
shakes
earthquakes awake to
romancing.


My singing brings
ringing thunder storms;
drumming,
cumming,
to soothing,
the desert heart your
departing
left laid so bare.


There are no reasons
to my seasons,
save for my brave joy
at rearranging this unfurled world .


This world that I'd slay,
to lay at your feet.


A neat sweet gift of swirling,
twirling chaotic
love.


From this Goddess
whose not above a
feral feted feasting
on your fearful
selfish flesh.


Your steps
carry a black blessed ghost;
for my wanting-you wails
host the wind.


Without the dust
of my glass-shard lust
to light night skies,
you would sleep in a darkness
deeper than even my eyes.


I am that soothing humming,
strumming through the thud
of your thin fear-rank blood.


You've been welcomed
unworthy
into a screaming teaming mouth
of space & time
and that mouth was mine!


You've been
a creature of myth & rhyme
in that clasping clutching cave
of the twice-born-brave
QUEEN OF DEATH.


You've lain
without undue pain
with this
blue-hued GODDESS OF BONE,
so however did you,
dare think you'd ever again
walk alone?

The things you find on the accident.

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Daddy’s girl

I am a back-room mistake.

A honky-tonk mosaic.

A not-love-child

A bad-seed

sowed half-assed

and wild

in a hard row to hoe

I am a pale faced

horror show.

Some hack painted

ugly and clumsy

on 1967 black velvet.

I was taken from

the shaken

brown shards of

lone star beet bottles.

Some blue-eyed fool

flung from

the hung-over

red-neck wreck

of his

pick-up truck.

While it was stuck

on the muddy banks

of the Frio River

And I would

come as an

unwanted surprise.

A pale-skinned

grey-eyed

Child of Sin

formed in

the Summer of Love.

Knowing I’d been

dropped

by some

shameless,

nameless

curly-haired

devil-may-care

coward of a madman.

As he shuffled

maybe

and I hope

heart-sore

for my Mamma’s

Trailer trash door.

Coughing

Pall-Mall smoke

at the stroke of

another lonely dawn.

Ackwardly hacking

as he was snapping

his pearl snaps.

Trapping my mother

with yet another

Long Kiss goodbye.

And his boots.

on that gravel road

took flight.

Left her

and left me

behind,

owl-eyed

with this despised

curling hair.

And there

were

no cigars.

I came from

broken down cars

and

waitress tips

looking always off

to the distance

with eyes

that offended my family

with my very existance.

I came up with

my edges too sharp

too stubborn to

be invisible,

to just hush

in the cowering blush.

of my inherited sin.

I would not lay quiet

or still the riot of

my never ment to be soul.

Truth be told

that man's

2-stepin'

whiskey-laden

honkey tonk

two-timing

lying

with my Mamma

Left a shame on me

that still has some

in the bosom of my family?

speak my name

In whispers.

And I?

I inherited his sin

his curls and his good skin

and a hard heart

with my

off-kilter start

I was Joy’s

bow-your-head-in-shame-Baby.

And I was never any

Daddy’s little girl

It may be

a red-neck

Tilt-a-whirl

song of

shame and

glory,

This story of me.

But you better see.

I have already made sure

I cam out to be

anything!

But some

heard-before

lame-ass

weak-tea

back-door

back-street

tragedy.

Insurance, denials and shit:

My unemployment was denied.

I can appeal.

I plan to appeal, out of pure spite.

Apparently they were very careful to get their (remaining) staff to write letters supporting my being fired. And they fired the Business Office Manager, who of coursed, opposed my being fired.

I'm calling Karma on this one.

We got the Flu, I can't say if it was H1N1 or the black plague of Calcutta, or what the fuck it was, but it was...impressive. Very impressive. Lasted about a week for us both, with fever, chills, night sweats, misery, agony and a few prayers for Death. We're better now.

I however, must have gotten dehydrated during the proceedings and wound up with "something", something that manifested as a SEVERE, SHARP pain in my lower right quadrant.

I actually had the Roomie drive me to Austin and paid the non-insured cost to see a practitioner. The service was lousy. Worse than lousy. The MA scolded me for not knowing the exact dosage of one of my meds. I suggested she look in the EMR they use, She told me "this system doesn't store that information" I told her "I used to do tech. support for that software and it most assuredly does". She was not amused, less so when I offered to show her where to find the information. This is the part where I was being deliberately snarky. She didn't ask the correct questions for someone presenting with my symptoms, and was generally a sullen incompetent ass. The PA however, was great. I'm $100 lighter, antibiotic-ed and am feeling much better.

Had a 2 HOUR interview on Thursday, am waiting to hear. Job is job at this point. Will let you know.