Inanna
work vis-à-vis the work
i can’t do the first
without the second
the breeze
is now warm
smells like travel
reeks of adventure
fragrant, this in-bloom
the magnificent thunderhead
swallows the mountain
going to pour
yes, please!
plenty of wind
thunder and
lightning too
used to fear the spring
for something that lived in the basement
sinister and ghoulish
it knew
quadragesima, repent, death, resurrection
all scared the shit out of me
i no longer fear any of those
if, and only if
speaking of archetypes
my quadrangular hut
swallowed by a rotunda made of earth
right at center
i sat on an increasing number of triangles
splayed like the hand of cards i was playing
deuteronomy
a review of the text
the law
does it still stand?
i only care about the ones
natural and universal
that always remain
spring things
cleaning of house
huge
wicked
summer plans
WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro
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