in a home near to falling
into the sea
living on oysters and powdered foods
the unwanted wanted
to be wanted
when the sea finally took them out
they got their wish
#katyamills
Tag Archives: poem
#Ukraine
word spread over forest river sea and sand
Ukraine countered the Russian offensive
reclaimed the land!
citizens found in pits hands tied behind backs
others told of holding wires connected to generators under interrogation
women came out of hiding to embrace
the faithful soldiers
#katyamills
thoughts
they would not chase
all those beautiful dangerous thoughts
into the corral
some say they lacked
managerial grit
but it was something else
they loved to watch the damn things
run free
#katyamills
see by the heart
a fallen mood made my eyes
hide. they opened when asked
to lean into the demands of the day
then closed like a book of magick
in time i would learn to see by
my heart. in time to see
by the heart #katyamills
either or
they wanted us dead
like an error in some brittle code
we could crash the system
and the system wasn’t nothing
without us
#katyamills
afterlife
all this stuff won’t be useful
to you he says. not after you’re dead and gone
but i saw through and hung on tight
his aim clearly to separate
me from it. for i was young and nowhere
near the after life
#katyamills
distraction
the vision idled
distraction stuck a knife in us
the vision watched us like house plants
rooted in the here and now
needing to be
watered
#katyamills
introspective 1
the young explorer wondered
were the interior world as immense as
the material one
might it be more efficaceous
to set up a meditation retreat within the forest
and live the life
there?
#katyamills
Lenny Chacon
when the young man passed away
friends of his who were also homeless called out to her
over the garden wall
she penned a tribute
describing how he helped her with the weeding
but mostly of his kind soul
she traveled to the small town in the Delta
carrying a hundred copies
to pay respects
#katyamills
Virginia City
strapped into your cousin’s 1966 Shelby Cobra
we rumbled charged and fishtailed up winding roads lined with sagebrush
to a haunted old town built into the side of the mountain
they had stepped off the sidewalks and walked the streets
a believer, you thrust the stick forward
redlined and smoked them all. terrified turning round i saw them
wave like lurching. untouched
beneath tall and solitary 19th century brick homes
and i knew #katyamills
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