A place I head to
Every day
To see my friend
Named Korn,
Who blends me up
A smoothie that
Makes me
So happy to see.
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Jikko Café (day 2365)
Local Thai beans
In the grinder smell
So perfect for
A wakeup call.
Espresso time!
Let the day begin!
On a comfy couch
Says I within.
Arte Café (day 2363)
At Arte they’ll chill
Your city mind
An oasis for to hear
Chimes and birds
Espresso grind
And wonder
All things good
In life
The Cutler (day 2362)
Battle axe
Safety razors
Tomahawk on the wall
Cactus potted
Side by side
For a new cut
From the Cutler
Master of the scissors
Dagger (day 2359)
She sailed away into the sea
Cold as darkness could ever be
In one hand a compass led her on
The other a dagger for those done wrong.
She cursed the air from time to time
Forgetting where she laid her locket
A secret of heart she dared not share
A lover who danced no more.
It happened in darkness, dead of night
When two white doves flew the nest
Softly did the dagger slip
Into the ribs of what dared her on.
Some nights as fever woke her up
Swaying in her seafaring hammock
She saw a vision: reminisce
A Good-by kiss slipped out her lips.
And so in darkness the North Sea Queen
Sail set down for evening dormant
Watched the full moon reflect longing
A name she called no more.
Pigs (day 2358)
I found two pigs
Next to an elephant
Playing in the shade
Water bath
Broad leaf flowers
And a place for me to stay
She’s Watching There (day 2334)
When the winter darkness
Comes from the deepest hearth
She’s watching there
She’s watching there
She’s in her lair
In the deep North Sea
With daggers hanging
Crows hovering
With spells brewing
She’s watching there
When your soul is calling
And begging for mercy
In ten thousand cold laments
When your hair is matted
And clothes are rumpled
And food is cold
She’s watching there
In the deep North Sea
When winter darkness
And frozen sea spray
Retreats into your heart
She’s watching there
Cold ice Queen
North Sea Queen.
Shadow Tower (day 2330)
She rustled her leaves back and forth
Sweeping a nation of winter
Through the villages below.
How could they feel
This anger, hatred
Without winter closing upon them?
Darkness in a tower
Shadows lingering longer
Than daylight had planned.
Whispers were shrieks
To those unshielded ears
Unbowed, unobedient.
Children not yet warned
Would stare in awe
Horrific shadows cast.
Amidst harsh coldness
Sat iron gates, locked
Winter, forever exposed.
Queen of the North Sea
Angular and majestic
Ruthless and cold.
Their Brute (day 2327)
Day by day
The North Sea Queen
Watched over her devoted:
Warriors of a
Highly skilled race
Rippling against their brute.
From in the sky
Her watchfull eye
Caught every bead
Of dripping sweat
And in her mind
Raced every game
Passion alone
Could not play.
Just as skilled
She lorded divine
Power over lust
That filled each eye
That caught her visage;
Then it shall succumb
Frozen as ice remains.
Yet even though
Her icy glare
Caught each eye
Who dared to stare,
She relished primal,
Openly devoured,
Sensually flaunted,
And ruthlessly
Took only prisoners.
Sharpening Stone (day 2326)
Upon a knee
Our warrior was blasphemed
Rose in teeth
Cut down
And consecrated
Upside down
By a dagger
Ten inches long
Through the girth
Of his left rib
Icy reverie ensued
From the coldest of hands
From the North Sea Queen.
Upon a knee
Blood thickly rolled
Like dreadful winter freeze
All words lost
In the eyes of our warrior
Who at long last
Veil removed
Saw truth
Darkness in the heart
Ice in the touch
Of the North Sea Queen.
Upon a knee
A heart slowly broke
Glossed over
With ice
A deep cold
For within this
Intimate hearth
Exposed, revealed
A sharpening stone
Ancient and froze
And our warrior’s sadness
Frigid
Clasped
By the North Sea Queen.
