archive – Thistle Thoughts

Systems

what is broken
are systems

Cunning raven,
sing for me

another day
swallowed up by midnight blue

it seems we’re floating
in barometric confusion

born a heavenly body
not of her own

we become
our shipwrecked selves

no wild stallion could compare
to that grey-eyed girl…

Sun/Fire/Star/Porch-
light is too bright.Viscous eyes.

weaving a tapestry of truth
in a code only familial tongues
can decipher

I am a burden with a mouth.