Through The Alphabet--The Letter "T"

 
In the sultry skin-hot evening
Selene rose in Her fullness
& Glory beaming
over the desert beach
where the arid sea bore
no wet

Textile worshippers clothed
among us Pagan Witches --
they transgress with sweat
covered thatch & tissue
tumbling over one another
with the grace of a tavern
sop

We will not allow these
Interlopers to spoil our fun
our ritual to our Goddess
No, they will not topple
over our rites
No trampling upon tenets

Selene’s shine and magick
Is near
though She doesn’t twinkle
Her dreams penetrate us all
moreso during this Full moon
of a 13th Friday night
this is a great night for cleansing
or charging our Talisman of
protection

Later I will typeset this
Energy
Frequency
Honor & memory
Printing upon my heart
for future
meditation.

Here I go again ,
Tumbling down the rabbit hole like a rabid mole,
With a whole other ulterior motive in my scheme,
My poem is an uprising that you might find surprising,
To usher in a new era and topple this useless regime.
My dream?
To transgress with success and stress the current system,
This urban kid is tired of this downward skid and schism,
Don’t get mad because I can speak another language bro!
Here’s a tissue if you have an issue but this is just my intro.

TU y yo means you and me it’s just simple Spanglish yo!
I have every right to speak you weak freak if you didn’t know,
It’s called free speech you old leech as you may be unaware,
Glare at me all you want as you blare in your underwear.
Listen to what I’m about to say, it’s of the utmost importance,
Every utterance from now on is like a little performance,
See the twinkle in my eye? I’ve been near death and survived,
Wanna point your gun at me because your life is deprived?
You want beef with me? Oh believe me I’m a great cook,
It’ll be a burn when I serve you then you’ll get hooked,
While I’m vile like course textile I don’t go by the book,
But I bet this typeset is a threat of defeat to you underfoot.
You look like a maniac in your undies and t-shirt of a Umiak,
Stop doing crack or smack or whatever’s causing this attack,
You think you’re the shit? Quit trying to be so ubiquitous,
Let me put it in simple terms, you’re crazy and ridiculous!
My dual language lets me duel with fuel against any fool,
My tongue is my talisman, it’s like a splendid jewel,
Yo puedo hablar lo que yo quiera en cualquier idioma,
Idiota, toma este insulto porque la venganza es cabrona.
So leave this tavern in a quiet manner because you’re smashed,
Go back to your thatch house you rash louse before you crash,
Spewing hatred and racism only shows you’re uneducated,
Maybe you’re too stupid to realize you’ve been berated.
Goofy fuck, you’re a looney schmuck, an angry drunk,
Acting like a little bitch ass bitch you hate filled punk,
Why don’t you and me go outside and tell me why you’re upset,
By the way, tonight I’m celebrating because I got my black belt.

To wear me like a talisman a thing of charm
Our close its heat the fire of veins
A tissue of that present wrapped from harm
All and everything and love its name
 
A magic carpet the twinkle in the eye
Promise to go and walk a path so straight
A textile born to help our heart to fly
When my years have been so celibate
 
 Tumbling of  her laughter's spring
The lilt to shame the lark upon the wing  
 Music to transgress like heavenly strings
 Typeset that true romance, trumps all other things
 
As the spirit from the tavern flows
"The Arms" she held and in I toppled
My head so lost I am engrossed
"The Bells" its licence for this couple
 
That lost needle in life's great  haystack
Seize that white witch I have found
Live scarecrow hearts from straw and thatch
Make her mine, not fuck around
 
Her kiss the shake of natures pollen
 T junction from the side road into life
Luck and fortune that path I've taken
Just to find the perfect wife

Maudlin, weepy,    
beer oiled in pipe-smoke shrouds,  
I’m drunkenly wordless in the tavern    
watching old men    
play round after round of domino topple.    
    
The grandfather clock    
stood in the corner strikes    
nine    
and through smoky veils, and scratchy juke-box tunes    
she approaches,    
clothing - a total textile-transgress    
hair - a chestnut wind-tangled thatch;    
offers a tissue    
dabbing my eyes.    
   
My Talisman,    
a pendant around her neck,    
I anoint with a kiss    
   
and from a twinkle in my mind, words    
tumbling    
through quill by hand    
paint the page - an extemporaneous    
typeset flow.