Ya'll know Frustantien
Yeah aint he the one
who wife left him
while he was getting
a root canel.
I heard she took to the doctor
dropped off
and while he was there had the
moving company come
and pack up
and took her stuff to
a new place
and aint tell him nothing.
Nah, I heard he got emplants
and she said
she didn't like him smiling
up in woman faces first
cause he stopped doing that
while he was snagger-toothed
but the thought of
going thought that again,
she just couldn't do it.
He told me she became a birdliked creature
and flew him
to a polluted lake
where he turn to stone
and she flew him back and dropped
him to earth
where he shattered to stone.
Well anyway, I heard that he and
his wife were getting back together
she moved back in a coouple days ago.
They some nasty people, bet she
been out there doing God knows what
with any ole body:
We know he is!
(Laughing they changed the subject to something else)
lickety split whickety way
I think I’ll make a puppy today
Some fur, big paws and lots of love
stir this cauldron with a giant glove
expectations are everything
he’ll leap from this pot with a ring-a-ling
slurpy slippy slimy slippy suppy
where are you, my sweet loyal puppy?
Cinnamon and clover lingers on my breath,
a reminder of power that lies dormant.
Building …
hesitating…
yet still being fed.
The wrangler of such petulant magick
understands that spells have wings to fly.
Building…
levitating…
taking to the air.
Respect the ability to maintain control
letting it all go and pulling it back in again.
Building…
decompressing…
breathing.
That is the conjuring.
conjuring monet's
enchanted gardens
~ midday reverie
AO: 2nd place 2025
Mojito Conjuring
When the bruja in the red dress
sends me out this time,
it is for the taste of
sour oranges and garlic.
Once, when I plied her
with a cigar called Hoyo de Montyerrey,
she coiled the smoke,
said that I was still feral and untamed,
sent me out for sugar so that
I could learn my true name.
Scythe-swinging, field-slave-singing,
I could not return to her coven of one
until I had learned that my “Suarez”
meant that I was the son of sugar itself –
the child of wild ingenious devouring
the rows of cane like a dragon.
Now, red-dress bruja breathes out
clouds of tobacco *****,
turns the cigar round and round,
tells me to gather garlic and aurantium oranges
so that the sour and the sucre may jibe
together in me,
and leave me properly christened
for when it is time for me to work,
time for me to sweat,
time for me to sing.
I’m bringing out the songs
lingering inside
as patrons in the bar
gaze at me—
I’ve been waiting for this night
for the last two days.
I am looking for the stars
while singing from my heart.
I sing I’ve Just Seen a Face
something I first heard
in sixth grade when walking
into the classroom.
Through the years it stirs
sweet memories of women I met.
I sing I Will, a ballad
for women I’ll always love.
People at the bar
wave cellphones lit like lighters
at a concert.
When I sing Band on the Run
by Paul McCartney and Wings
a sense of wanderlust fills my soul
to go back to my college town
as if I could live my life again.
I’ve been an aide to child welfare workers,
a laborer, a temp, and poet, too.
But now to the glow of neon lights
I become someone other than
my everyday self
as music spells the night.
Mare, a seasoned witch with the dark ebony hair
Said I will teach you a spell, to her cousin Cher.
Cher tossed her wand around in the air.
Scarecrow goblin appeared right in front of Mare.
I thought I would teach you, Mare said to Cher.
But you are a true genius of a witch, I do declare!
Conjuring this scarecrow goblin, he gave me a scare.
The goblin laughed, and then ate up Mare.
Faerie fawn did not realize she was being watched I am sure.
With a wave of her wand, she conjured a mule deer pure.
He leapt in the air and took off with a dash down the hill.
In amazement I felt that leap; my surprised heart was at a standstill.
Conjuring magic, each moment
As of our heart’s desire
Pure of heart heighten bliss quotient
Whilst desirous souls tire
Freezing the wheel of time
Suffused by love sublime
Our life a flowing rhyme
Thoughts tragicomic
Conjuring magic
28-February-2022
Quietus
Anon! The shadow chilled, mimikri and frosted with domineering dogma.
Thou wast trying escape and melt with thy magna carta.
The shadow was asking thee about crossroad and miniatur epic.
Who always doth fighting versus tyrannical peasant of lingua sacra?
Nay! The shadow given the souls and was sparkling in purgatory, but the light is so poor.
Accepted the unfathomable ferocity,
yearning all the while as patriacal era?
Aberrant behavior is chalked forth to tradition by robbed some of its faith, aroint thee!
Canonized the triumphant for dram of science or saint paramilitia?
Neither of these seems as blurring and ambigu answer.
Why should not members of the holy
suffering paranoia?
The shadow already blended patriach rebels, prithee!
His eyes twinkled criptically as luminated magenta and elegia.
The shadow built antedates canonization and say, "God-den Padre, gramercy!"
He goes through on his hurlyburly journey and ever reflected pareidolia.
Five beldams ate many doits, flying in the dunnest sky.
The shadow was striking tabor, unyoke, hasta la vista!
Watching a dream,
Unknowingly scream,
What does it mean and I'm thinking like a teen.
The night is dark,
Clouds and lightning spark,
As fear embark and i turned on the switch quick.
But there was no light,
And i felt there's no need to hide.
Uniting all my senses,
I could find all these fake.
But i used to dream,
All about you, portraying the only theme,
And i always ever felt
That it was so truely manifest!
Now i walked down,
Opened the door, wind blown,
It's Raining on and over the face water sprinkles are thrown.
Lifted the guitar,
Like the warrior in war,
As I strum it hard and I sung to my raging heart!
But there was no one,
And I sung till the rising sun.
Uniting all my senses,
All the memories i had expressed.
But we used to share,
About all the things we did and we meant,
And we always ever felt,
Every dream, together we can set.
Yeah, Watching a dream,
Unknowingly scream,
What does it mean and I'm thinking like a teen.
The night is dark
Clouds and lightning spark
As fear embark and i turned on the switch quick.......
Church bells muffled on Sunday
Whispered almost silent as people glide in to pray
Inclement weather conditions toll a long good-bye
Blizzards come with mounds of snow on a somber curve
The fallen collect themselves inside as worried souls
Leaves completely freed from trees become detached
Cannibalized by savage storms clawing at their back
Long stripped of life they could not last the hour
Too weak, crisp, loud, to cover up or hide in quiet
Laid naked, bare, lost innocence and mystery devoured
Oaks stand like towers emptied of themselves
Hollowed out holes by age that grow no more
Webbed fingers jut, twisted from the middle
In competition with the holly house in white
December stretches to the distance warped
Trees become skeleton warriors fighting back
Howling winds wrapped in Winter sin
Blowing south on holiday wishes cold
The congregation leans in to sing a carol
They fill in spaces made by Christmas conjuring
rain drops under shed
conjuring bubbles dance with
low sweet sound music
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