Feb 08, 2008 00:21
by the blood of the nothing-beast.
walking painless through the rest between rains
singing 'its been a long december'
suddenly the street sign flashes red
im offering cloves to a seemingly unremarkable tree
the songs of cockatoos drift into me
and i dance with the night spirits
shifting slowly through blossoming space
and breathing time
a parade of sewer children follows me into the supermarket
i buy sage, mint leaves, and a singular tomatoe.
a reminder in black reminds me of a yesterday Goddess.
Wibbilee Wobbilee Woo.
Im a dancing shoe.