Still.Waiting.Still.Water.Still.Fighting. Still. Movement; Sporadic fits or starts -Flailing struggle; Against physics -Infinite Hunger; Roiling in my guts -Endless darkness; My cocoon ready to - Still.Hungry.Still.Wary.Still.Ugly.Still -A Beautiful Sadness. Still.Still.Still.
World Keeps Spinning,I Keep Running To Keep Up.Spin speed of 1670kph.Pity Humans max out @ 13kph.I'm no Usain Bolt.Just a raggedy old ex-logger,Long since migrated outta bush,& mountains, save to play.Still.Those I must shield -Have no time for immovable objects;Only an unstoppable force.
Herald,But lounging.Harbinger Of The End;But all that's left to do is wait.Pity A World Serpent,Please Void,Dearest?Armageddon.Apocalypse.Catastrophe.Let me face it all,Head on.Problems In Need Of Solutions:Species To Play Meat Shield For.Pity They'll Never Know.Goodnight,Void. ||
Forgive me.My impetus via impetuousness.Sins I carry,Carved into my heart,Where I sealed it back whole -With black ichor tar.World Serpent Venom.I,Drink it straight.Witch;Weaving Hallucinations Via Purest Fiction.Petty little minds as playthings,Regarded by an old crone.Ancient.Old enough to know...
My first name,Means "Old Lady" in slavic.Choice as queer joke,But now insinuating defiance.Promise to stand for women's rights,This broken AMAB body -Still has some life in it still!Anarchy Praxis:Ensure my sisters never -NEVER have their rights taken from them.Good hill to die on;That!
Witchcraft!Nah.Mere utility.Know value in my bones,Wealth in biomass.Tendons & Sinew used to weave;Or flesh tanned to leather,Tattoo as new art installation upon thy wall!Muscle as meat,Bones as bone meal fertilizer.Hair as wigs for cancer patients,Nails & cartilage boiled down to glue!
Old old old.Young young young.Wisdom growth like a tumor,Until the knowledge & learning -Splits my sinuses,Pouring from the face like a nosebleed.But loss is gain,In knowing.Using it to paint concrete,For sporting lines.Let's play a game!I've already expended the resources,After all!
As A Secular Witch;One Ritual Was Special.Burning old heirlooms:From childhood self-portraits,To hand-me-down dressers.Bonfire of all my history.Kill my dead selves?Already done.That bonfire of self,Was to settle my ghosts -Add the dead little boy I was,To my flock of tethered hauntings.
Something as easy as words,Coming as torrent from wellspring.Groundwater contaminations,Of riotous black tar ichor,Rising from La Brea."Tar Pits" resilient.Sawdust cleaning crews,Stemming carbons with carbon.Dead organics with dead organics.But I can still burn it all,For fuel,Heat,Life.
Nobody knows who I am?Good!I'd prefer to remain underground,Indie all-while!Style & wiles,Pile Bunkers Riled!I'm an open secret -Obscured from a majority,Operating at periphery,Listening incessantly,Being,Bringing,Philosophy.Nobody knows who I am?Good!More mobility in obscurity.Shh!
Crawl with forearms,Dragging legs as dead weight.Tough Mudder,Or simple existences in the bush.Wheelchair user reality -As if swimming without a flutter kick,Is something to be mocked!My body is moving.Good enough!My brain is swirling.Good enough!We must strive:Even when disadvantaged.
Crawl with forearms,Dragging legs as dead weight.Tough Mudder,Or simple existences in the bush.Wheelchair user reality -As if swimming without a flutter kick,Is something to be mocked!My body is moving.Good enough!My brain is swirling.Good enough!We must strive:Even when disadvantaged.
Games As Escape;Yet this Game Theory persists.Knowing who will push,Who might shove,Those who would murder me & my kin.My blood is used to the floor,Splattered -Dripping across concrete.Yet,My husk can make more blood,When you spill it.Stand when you shove.Rise when I fall.Meat Shield!
Aching lower back.White beard hairs in excess.Guess living 5x the normal speed,Catches up with us, eh?ADHD Oblivions!Snaps & pops,When I move from stationary.Thousands of excavator hours,The Snowboard or Mountain Bike crashes,Certainly didn't help.Hitch in the knee.Old;But still feisty!
This Era Was Unexpected -Remembrance Day Assemblies,Or placing Poppies -Upon My Grandparents' Graves.Talking To Ghosts.Him?Killed Nazis across Holland.PTSD.Trauma.Alcoholism.Abuse.Yet…He stood against Fascist tyranny!Century later,Will I have to do same?What of my Pacifist Vows?…
Hope isn't lost.Not yet.While I've two fists,Two open palms,Enlightenment Via Madness.This is our world -Neurodivergent forces,Fighting just to exist!Why else would we never surrender?Battling Fascists & Neo-Nazis,With Education & Knowledge,Grit & Morality,Forever.Keep it up,Siblings!
I'll Do What I Can.as everHelping where I'm able,Even if it's couches & jobs.Food & listening.Thinking of all the kids taught,ones who came outBefore & after.My Clan Is Already Famous,For writing poems -Then dying in war.Artists never get to grow old,Do we?Gotta throw my carcass, eh?
History Is Hard.Reality Harsh.Grandfather fought Nazis,WW2.Am I going to have to fight Fascists -In my era?I refuse as Anarchist Punk.I cannot lie down as they steal others' rights."Feeling That Vertigo Right Now."Old Man Stewart,Beleaguered as ever.Second Greatest Poet?Who gives a shit.
Sorry,If you're a fascist,Or support fascists,I hate your guts.My History Degree tells me:People like you,Are the reason Hitler rose to power in 1933.I refuse to allow complicity in horror,Authoritarianism,Or attacks on minorities.If you voted for Trump,Or Poilievre,FUCK RIGHT OFF.
If somebody voted for Trump,They don't get to preach ignorance -As excuse anymore.If someone you love votes for Fascism,They don't actually love you.Seeing women:"We're fighting because he voted Trump!"Why the fuck are you dating him,In the first place?Damnation of you,More than even him.