Deprevation

A man who sees hate
where there is
love, is
a man lost
to the wilderness,
and
condemned
to the eternal
yearning
for home.
the road to hell is
paved with the vitriol
of lost men.

swimming in
a river of shit,
I present
magic.

magic untamed
magic disrupting
magic vulgar
magic misunderstood

walking under the feet of the crow
i laugh as
fox throws me
down.
lost heyoka
in the eternal profane;
fuck it all,
and fuck you too.

Now,
the wild calls
me,
and my teeth
are
brittle.

stepping
with care
through jasmined air

a hint of promise
enters his heart,
as joy slips twixt
Fox’s tiny toes.

a young girl’s smile
masks the woman’s face:
beauty unrefined,
natural,
and rarified.

mystic madness
wraps
round.

freefalling-
both feet on the ground.

time turns swiftly
to the laughter
in their hearts.
time
turns
slowly
to their song.

twist
&
fall,
through
winding paths
forgot.

memories
sharpened
& dulled
by your heart.

bigger and
softer.
false,
in comforting
withdrawal.

you have seen
this face before.

deep in
this
pit
of
wicked
wisdom
i
sit patiently.

waiting
for the muse
i never
knew.

then the
crows
laughed,
and
home
had arrived.

audaciously.