Hour 24
Honest
Open
Passionate
Exiting
To Hecate
To Hecate
My goddess of the liminal space
the greeter of cross roads.
I am in awe of your guidance
for clearing the way to my path.
You showed me what could be
and what is to be
with a forked road ahead.
I felt your energy carefully push me,
a motherly tap to say:
I am here if you need me.
I am here as your torch,
call if you need to sever ties
and I will be there,
Words alone cannot thank you enough,
Mother Hecate.
Thank you for being patient with me.
No hour 25
Accidentally baked it
Into the bite of life
Forgot that eating makes it
Hard to stay alive
In the sense I’m tired
Barely made it through
No hour 25 this year
No just a victory for me and you
8 AM – Jericho
Response to Jericho by Iniko
Don’t get high, but I’ll ride it out with you.
I might be from earth, but I don’t discriminate.
I’m closin’ in, feel your distance.
I’m your ride or die
Take your hand, and brave the waves.
If it meant I’d be with you I’d fly all times,
Am I included in your vision or on sidelines?
AI could never replace you, you’re so divine
Long as we’re together we’ll document timelines.
Nothing’s missing as long as you’re here,
beauty in all you do, not an intrusion
I swim, go with the flow
won’t bring you down, I’m momentum push you forward
When you move, watch my whole world, shuffle
I’ll be there to catch you on the double
If I could be so noble.
We’ll break down the walls like Jericho, rubble
Always aim up high, this girl is on fire
Easy mode, never need to retire
Starblood, whatever she desires
She will have it, that’s for sure
Feel it coming in, feel it in our bones
Heavenly protected, guard your soul
Tapped in, we’re connected to the unknown
Span ish (23rd Hour)
Trees, leaves, bees
Breathe.
Avocado Green.
I dream
In spanish.
Agüacate.
Cacahuate
Tomatillo
o
jitomate.
Choco
Loco
Choco-latte
I am maize
I am raiz
I am Gorky Gonzales
With 40 nopales
Dropped out of college
Start slanging tamales
In Watts or in Juarez
I’m wearing huaraches
Sombreros, zarapes.
No names, No mames.
Somos de los grandes
Los malos de antes,
Que visten en trajes
Los vagos y magos
De tragos jigantes
Encantos y platos
De patos infantes.
Fuck elefantes
me pongo Los guantes . . .
I’m really quite famished,
and dreaming in spanish.
What’s Your Topping? (Poem 22)
Cheese?
Yes!
But mozzarella only please
Tomatoes
Yes!
But cherry only please
Bell peppers?
Yes!
All and any colors please
Pepperoni?
Yes!
Heartily sprinkled please
Onions?
Um, maybe
But only fried ones
Cottage cheese?
Um, maybe?
But just a couple
Pineapple?
Ugh, No!
Brocolli?
Ugh,no!
Spinach?
Ugh, no!
And, there it is
My perfect yummilicious pizza
In response to text prompt number 22