Mississippi Jar FliesThe air is thick and warm in the Delta.Mississippi Jar Flies by StJoan
It oozes down our lungs
as we sink down on to the levee
watching rice fields begin to shimmer.
A lacy wing of orange light
flutters on violet and trilling song.
And the dragonflies
dart and dance as little emeralds
to the tempo of twilight.
at threeAt threeat three by StJoan
when the hand on the clock
struggles to move--
there is thunder.
Faded orange land clashes
with man made green.
Thunder comes again--
Gods heart beating over a desert.
Water vapor grabs dust and begs
to be pitched down and made into earth.
When it rains the road steams under the sun--
blacktop turns to oil slick.
And I struggle
to say something
that hasnt been said before.
Napo 14 the mighty chix0rThere once was a lady named FionaNapo 14 the mighty chix0r by StJoan
who could surely own ya
she hated to be called cute
and would give you the boot
in dAmn, make you a kidney doner
I've been accused of going by Joan, but really my actual name is Alicia. |
I recently relocated down to Austin, Texas because let's face it: it's the best place on the planet.
Occasionally I write something worth reading, but more often than not I'm in the business of quick scrawls and scraps of poetry that i've been terrible about getting back around to them.
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Current Age: 25, Current Residence: Austin, Tx, deviantWEAR sizing preference: Women's Large Ah! Boobies!