Zeus

My arms are made of stone

My fingers; dipped in wet cement

They harden -- reminiscent of Aztec

Totem poles sewn to a barren land

For D'verse

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Juniper

Our skin twists like Lynchian art 

As my pores widen and 

Long for the scent of your hair

The length of my heart doesn't compare

Rinse my scars in a shower of 

Blood, sweat and tears 

While the stains on my brittle bones

Last beyond the years

Abstract is the flesh beneath 

Your shoulder blades

Cut me open and lay inside my cage

Whispers of pale pink against dark red

Under the melanin of your brown skin

Far from a curse

For you, I am a fool 

A bitter juniper pond, I wait to immerse

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Birth of Creation

I slaughtered a pig 
And swallowed the egg of an extinct bird
I wore the pig's head
I cut off mama bird's wings 
And saved them for personal memories
I stared into the eyes of mama bird 
My message was clear
I bang my drums
I clap my hands 
I severed mama bird's beak, 
Attached it to the pigs head
And invented life





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