Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Greenhorn

I'm green and fresh and vegetable.
I've grown but still am, never done.

Don't expect me to know what the tree knows,
don't expect me to understand how he's felt.

When I've yet to bloom my first flower,
And still shine with the chlorophyll sheen.

Don't ask me to know where the wind goes,
don't as me to tell what he's seen.

I've yet to be withered by winter, 
my stem's yet to bister and thin.

Do not hope I should have known,
like I should not have hoped I would.

--Moi, Lapine.--

New God of the Rising Sun I: Demeter

Rise! Awaken!
The earth has shaken!

The earth split and ripe with butterflies,
Bright colouring and life thriving, 
Abundant, aplenty.

To run barefoot through fields,
chasing the wings that I cannot catch.
To love the feeling of feeling love.

Rise! Awaken!
The thunder's stricken!

To chase the bird now turned to crow,
black magpie pecking upon my back.
Song to coo to caw.

The wind cold and heavy,
the breath sick and sad.
The ribs giving way to the un-derstand.

Escapee to a kind hold
that I cannot withstand.

Je t'ai voulu.

--Moi, Lapine.--

Monday, January 16, 2017

Nineteen Twenty-six

Bite me open and tear my heart
In you I can glimpse a wolf

You play a game you're not aware of
Or are not in the know that I know

I hope to play and stand my ground
But I'll acquiesce if it is you

Fields upon lakes and prairies
To you I'm what but still a child

Your words are sweet, ripe, overflowing
Flutter into the groves of my chest

Your silence like the winter howling
Bite me open and tear my heart

Lapine.