#7 Serpentine
by Jennifer MacBain Stephens
She said when did a growler become a thing? you stemming snake bite
what do you go numb with at night? In Serpentine’s patterning fibrous is poison
but the more massive you are, the more safe
this is just a format to reveal my feelings while I teleport to other peoples’ parties
you are in awe and then you pull a classic cancer of being both on land and in the sea
simultaneously
how to penetrate the shell and allay fears
all mind whirring on this cliff integrate a new state of awareness
microcrystalline Serpentine
Develop psychic powers,
come back for me in fog
put your ear to my crux / listen above my head
#10 Preseli Bluestone (composition varies)
Do I cherish these rare five thousand year old plants like your calf muscles
I haven’t seen skin in days / all makeshift auras from a Wales
carpenter and rock opera charisma
burn a new romance record in the air
it’s the little things in the desert doorway dimensions
the sprig of energetic ash colored grass
the mountain lion half asleep
connects us with the past
people write in essay form to extract feeling
find the mud route in the dark
private homebodies of sheltered water
how to cross that collapsed highway bridge
the Neolithic people step all over it
shells on a cliff up high
how did they get there / we know but don’t talk about it
how to penetrate the shell and allay fears
all mind whirring on this cliff integrate a new state of awareness
microcrystalline Serpentine
Develop psychic powers,
come back for me in fog
put your ear to my crux / listen above my head
#10 Preseli Bluestone (composition varies)
Do I cherish these rare five thousand year old plants like your calf muscles
I haven’t seen skin in days / all makeshift auras from a Wales
carpenter and rock opera charisma
burn a new romance record in the air
it’s the little things in the desert doorway dimensions
the sprig of energetic ash colored grass
the mountain lion half asleep
connects us with the past
people write in essay form to extract feeling
find the mud route in the dark
private homebodies of sheltered water
how to cross that collapsed highway bridge
the Neolithic people step all over it
shells on a cliff up high
how did they get there / we know but don’t talk about it
