in the garden
March 12, 2021 — By elsa

orthodoxies of a rebel mind and other poems

orthodoxies of a rebel mind don’t apologize for your dream the grand quiet lost just like that to a life’s worth of symptoms as your enneagram twin upends the applecart recounting the joys and pleasures of getting out of moving cars veiled in vagueness, drugged on hospitality the geographic kind of belonging betrayal by explosive thighbone a pilot prays for the doula’s discipline the world […]

orthodoxies of a rebel mind

don’t apologize for your dream 
the grand quiet lost just like that 
to a life’s worth of symptoms as your 
enneagram twin upends the applecart 
recounting the joys and pleasures of 
getting out of moving cars veiled in 
vagueness, drugged on hospitality 
the geographic kind of belonging 
betrayal by explosive thighbone 
a pilot prays for the doula’s discipline 
the world full of poets and kings 
estranged shapeshifting fathers 
and earth mother technologies 
raising bits of shame judgement 
mirrors the wounds wanders the aisles, 
the demon protector’s last line of defense 
dancing fearless and lonely in the portal 
concealed in the passage to the evolution 
saved from the gaze of an indiscreet lens 
an abandoned heart going to meet the new 
starts the night waves crashing as natural 
and formidable as chocolate or dashi 
nitty-gritty this remembrance vivid 
and precise with ancestral collisions 
flayed open to an imagined protocol 
a mask lifted on a lemon-yellow morning 
unspooling beams through grasses 
the peripheral week pouring in, floods 
the afternoon golden from the west 
unleashing believing, unfastening 
the straight jacket required of 
a world lost in its book of shadows 

 

 

a black swan

my dream gets hacked, I opened a bad link 
all the while our best lives get scribed onto future 
scrolls bound with the spirit texts, alt alternatives 
the unnecessary cruelties, remember, forget them 

the system floods, the banks cannot contain this 
river under the river, nephrologist, endocrinologist, 
archaeologist the diagnosis, a sodium depression 
pre-scribing medicinal poetry and pomegranates 

a hawk takes flight off a great canyon wall 
dipping into mystery, rising above a burnished 
ribbon of water aflame, the binding spell manifests 
magnificent re-assembles wonder in the garden 

a path of shell stretches forth breathing earth 
breathing stone dense with roses and pine, 
a snow of clover, it’s going to be all white 
…the Swan that is 

 

 

pond road

Your poems a vaccine, arrive 
before the mushroom powders, 
and the stainless water filter, 
before the nettle and the astragalus. 

Crafting a spell wound diosel on 
cemetery grounds, with flowers, 
(not black salt), Italianate 
ones, plucked from Botticellis. 

for Niki 

 

yearning

discard the starter 
make a bowl of yourself 
drink the blackest Lapsang Suchong 
use up all the postcards 
change the slant of your writing 

meet the man with the head of an eagle 
survey the landscape of the tarot  
don’t rescue the maiden in the Tower 
eat popcorn and boredom 
it’s not too late, go back to bed 

yearning