
… on some Salvador Dali 😎
. . . A Christmas Blessing


Getting fat on bottle AND boob! 🍼 😎
~ A Subversive Opus by Cara

I love the broken
I love the fall from grace
I love the out of sync
I love the mess
and the mud
and the doubt
and the dirt
I make love to failure
And asymmetry
and the just-a-little, little off
I love the missed details
And the mistaken
I love the lost
I love the forgotten
I love the spilled
And the leaking
I pray for the hopeless […]
Right

In a former life
One of chaos and disorder
Through a cosmic haze
Of bloodshed and strife
I well remember
A pilgrimage metaphysical
Seeking wisdom ancient
And knowledge mystical
From a secret agent
By the mythical code name
Brainwave Alpha
“First … you need learn how to fly,
if indeed, you wish to kiss the sky.”
… sealed with a kiss and a warrant

He fly da vulture
He do stranger danger
He swamp da monster
He got winner envy
He lose by plenty (last time)
He cry loudly “Mummy!”
He da sunshine faker
He look orange monkey
He red carpet bagger
He da posse grabber (?)
He dat hound dog’s brother
He da Beastie’s bestie
Be dat Rosemary’s baby
He one mother trucker
. . . or not long enough?

The Malingering
seven long months
convalescing
like some earth bound wraith
unwelcomed
upon consecrated ground
whilst circling the deepest abyss
of some malevolent virus
to which I had no resistance
hellbent on my imminent death
in my weakness
in the darkness
faith put to the test
with a living dose
of heavenly strength

yet marked by Cain, over and over again

. . . with enough blame to go around
in this religiously vicious tribal game.