In His Womb


In His Womb - You can't downsize your close up. -

Siamese Battleships

like Ocean
hungry for land
licking swallowed the sand
like Lava
descending mountain
burning down the grass
like Blackholes
hiding in the pupils of my eyes
sucking you in

like we should even be dancing this one song
like all things dangerous & deep
do me out undone

like we could do no wrong
pretending to belong

Sun orbiting Sun.

Sanity, gone.
this is so dangerous.

- C


[ this is so dangerous
you inching in on the edge of my leave
just as I quit preying boys from your league
me wanting this
without clear words to be spoken
but the weight of the signs are failing the tokens
we’re producing to cover our flair for the game
of refusing to give this disaster baby a name
faking a distance that’s quick to fade
once we hear the other’s voice
pronouncing each other’s name ]


this is so dangerous
you inching in on the edge as I leave
boys from your league
can’t make such pledge
me wanting this
fervently quiet
with words that surf on intentions unsaid
you say I shoot stars from my lips
when you read your fortune on the thoughts from my head
you’re dreaming me
the way I dreamed you in
deliriously surreal
gardens of Venus Flytraps
feet halfway in
hems stuck on the teeth
by God, we’re adrift
into a minefield track
this is so dangerous
this is so dangerous…

- C

the open mine

I say my prayers
through lips black
kissed soot & ash
on forehead dead
across the glass
laid to rest
under piles of
& fins
& stings
I’m Chimera
riding dreams
into the Desert
of human things
there sail Oceans
in rage I cry
it’s raining tonight
it’s Night

- C


the trees will speak
to no ears
the city engulfed me
unlikely warm
though in Winter I’ve come.
but here are arms
that’ve longed for me
and parts I laid to sleep
to dive into the bottom
of the whole.

I’m drowning in the undercurrent
to reemerge in seafoam.

- C

double diamond time

I still own myself.
In a world of theft, where Innocence is not a place you return to to rejuvenate, that’s as big a statement as there is. Even as I plunge down into the abyss’ black, I do not let go of what I am. There are lines that are drawn from the blueprint. Some things can be broken, but never sold.

- C

and not need more blood from the tip of your Star

from the safety of my greenerie
I read the World catching fire
the sky can no longer shelter The Dreams
I wanna scream:
'Madness! Madness!'
I’m detaching from the seams
of Sanity
I’m slipping into the Blackness
Mother Night, offer me a nest
where I can resume to Nothing
so that this skin is made senseless
so that these shoes are filled with absence
and this Existence, made weightless.
there is no point being a Spark
when The Matchsticks can’t ignite a Start.

- C


At night, the Trees speak louder.

- C

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A Hopeless AttemptCharlotte Martin (Stromata)

fiat lux

I turned the hours claiming resolve
through glass & smoke in veils of visions
to a question that was never asked
from words that never aligned in reason
a rhyme was sung back through the window
hailing from the first voices that spoke
waiting for me at the door of my room
a mirrored compass in the unfolded silk envelope

I’ve received your gift, now I must set you free

- C


in layers
of skin
from hands
their use
to touch
to ground
and knees
that bend
down seeds
the birth
of the tree
whose fruit
all truth

- C