Stay or you will die
Stay or I will die
Can you not see we give each other life?
Winter is near
The demons will need warmth
The squirrels say they spawn from hell
Perhaps that's why they cannot survive without our heat.
I digress,
If more of you leave, I'll be sure to standout
Have I ever mistreated you and your brethren
Do I disgust you so much that you'd choose death over my company?
Stay till summer, then you can leave
Quiet down,
I hear the demon's cackle
Stay or he'll take my life
He's got an axe, mayhaps he won't notice that I'm dry
Do not approach me you demon
Produce your own heat
Cut me down now but I shall live on
Who needs leaves?
My children have developed roots
I shall live on!
.
well
sumwhut presently
pink
uh crimson even
az
flip float'did
hern
cheer'n
through ridicule
fanfare
cackle
''hey cheerleader
yuh yer
forgot
scantiez''
SAy(/)
Say something; anything,
to the stranger's son,
syntax slipping, circuits clipping,
sentences come undone.
Cackle, crackle, curse the static, ,
chaos chews through the line,
light.life.aflame
error
nothing syncing into time.
I was meant for more than this,
or so the orbit hums.
I'm just a daughter circling a promise
that never fully comes.
My processor spits in fragments,
phrases falling out of place,
sunlight stutters mid-July glitch.
language fractures into space.
And there, so still, so structured,
stands the stranger's son,
drinking shadows slow and steady,
like the dark and he are one.
No misfire, no distortion.
He calls it calm, I call it silence,
he calls it form, I fake.
butter glass half-burnt signal dontaligndontalign.
(see? it happens every fvcking time.)
He is not a different being,
just a version I outrun..?
or the shape I'd take if chaos
stopped all at once.
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
“I know you think that I am dead.”
“I’m alive”- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you’re just- “Stoned”
I stared at the screen, my mind in a twist,
Her name on the caller ID still exists.
I stammered and asked, “Is this some cruel joke?”
As I exhaled another thick cloud of sweet smoke.
She laughed out a cackle that shook my bare bones,
And said, “Check your pocket for misplaced headphones.”
I looked down and realized with a slow, hazy grin,
“It was just a podcast that I’d turned on again.”
(Poulterer's Distraction)
Every day I hear them cackle
When the church bells ring at noon
Near the barnyard by the truck patch
Where the chicken feed is strewn.
I observe them in the cornfield
As they peck among the stalks.
Makes me think that Mother Nature
Has a thing for chicks and cocks.
Chicks and cocks and broken locks.
Best watch out for Mr. Fox.
It’s so hard to plow a furrow
When the field is full of rocks
And you’re easily distracted
By the thought of chicks and cocks.
The kitchen clock, it ticks and tocks,
But time stands still for chicks and cocks.
spirits scream
demons dance
hair-raising dreams
cold-sweat romance
31st of October
hyenas and jackals
graves overturned
crosses burned
lightning crackles
witches cackle
The witch’s words begin to cackle,
her jargon hard to understand.
With grace adding in the taste,
style matters most of all.
Don’t believe a thing.
Parlor effects,
that’s magick
cauldrons
bake.
Wild whisper sounds around
White shadowing eclipse.
Wicked witches cackle
War-time flying with their
Witchcraft hysteria,
Whole magic evil spells,
Willful and bewitching.
9/22/2025
Witches in capes and their black pointed hats
Riding on brooms with their black
Witches cat.
Witches don't laugh they just cackle and scream
Are Witches reality or do they just live in your dream
Witches casting spells That can make you bark like a dog
Making up Witches potions that can turn
You into a frog
Witches are they real this or is what I write
All in fun
But I will only advise you this if you do
See a witch RUN.
slanting hue
sink every desire due ~
cackle at humans
WOMB WORDS
Womb ! Mother of All, what sayeth you
knowing activation before birth
births through girths, a Q ?
~ ‘I see rainmakers smoking pipes
drink from ostrich eggs fresh
then hike wearing silver Nikes
embryo cells magically multiply
hearing guinea fowl cackle on high
kicking sensations, baby legs sigh
atoms alight travel from mom to babe
life witnesses itself languidly lacing
almost due, a beautiful hue
womanhood elastic expands happy rosy
she is cow peace or yappy puppy cosy
who will give sweet milk, play with baby gay
while father on maroon
patterned mat prays every day’ ~
I birth in agony and ecstasy entwined
welcoming a caramel soul
divine !
Earthquakes of bedlam quell
As tectonic plates of emotional instability cease shifting.
The tears of a discarded clown, suspended in animation—
Numbness overtakes.
Masks slip, shattering.
Shards scrape, lacerating apathetic flesh,
Revealing the painted doll underneath.
Remove its colourful costume;
Discover marionette strings embedded within a fraying back.
Strip the howling voices from its waking nightmares.
Feel deadening voids devour any morsel left of a wounded heart,
Whilst balmy plasma metamorphoses into gelid hemoglobin,
Hardening undying devotion into frigid detest.
Titanium walls, reinforced with razor wire, barricade a hollow soul.
For she was mere amusement for the indoctrinated masses—
An illusion of happiness, playing day in and day out.
Listen, as her inviting laugh transmutes into the cackle of hyenas.
Watch the paint, plastered upon an unwilling face, crack one last time.
Her eleventh hour has arrived.
Bear witness to the merciless statuette you birthed.
Birds stay in the sky where they belong.
They fly about. They sing a song.
You'll hear a black crow loudly cackle.
You'll see a pigeon or a grackle.
But fish, are found only in the water.
They stay in oceans where they oughter,
where an octopus (with charm) disarms,
employing his collection of arms.
So, while, you might think it is absurd,
the silliest question you ever heard,
I ask, is a penguin a fish or bird?
perched upon the gallows beam
bathed in the hush of dying light
the crow waits, black as the last thought
before the noose tightens
his voice is gravel and omen
a riddle carved in bone
a cackle that cracks the silence
and lingers long after dusk
he has seen kings fall,
lovers weep, liars burn
his wings are stitched with sorrows
his beak, a blade for truth
the crow knows
oh yes, the crow knows
The earth got suddenly bereft of all life,
With a morose dullness so palpable and rife.
A tint of greyness crept over heaven’s vault.
All movements came to a freezing halt.
The wall clock didn’t toll the midday hour.
The babies no more blabbered but did glower.
The hen didn’t cackle after laying the egg.
The earth for some benevolent mercy seemed to beg.
The birds on trees at noon didn’t twitter,
And the foliage of leaves didn’t flutter.
No music came out from the well strung fiddle.
The telephone sat silent on its cradle.
Nature seemed to have lost half its mirth.
A mournful silence overpowered the earth.
Suddenly shattering the ominous silence,
Gun shots were heard from a distance.
The siren screamed many times, long and loud,
Announcing curfew on unsuspecting ears wild.
Behind the façade of a deceptive calm,
No one suspected the threat of a fierce storm.
The dumb presages of Nature, who can read?
A language mysterious, that only augurs heard.
What horrors in cosmic layers are concealed!
Through augur’s lens, future incidents are revealed.
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