of many tales and tributes

Falling forward, falling back,
Side to side, let to right.
The motion is set in stone.


*  * *



Too random for eyes to hear and sound to fall
and over here you were alive and well
to the point that i couldn't take it
so i fled to the ruins of atherly
and stayed there for a few years
sleeping on vine covered sarcophaguses
and drinking from the dragon's fountainhead.

and when i returned, though not suprised,
you were long gone and in that place
was nothing but a memory.
and then i recalled the lovely ruins
that i had escaped to and i missed thier scent.
the air. trees. water. animals.
so i returned
and realized then
that i had been home all along.


* * *

Upon the wings of crows
we fly into the night.
Never looking back
at the fist shaking idiots in their grand inbred heap.
And semen stained their clothing and the smell of weathered vag filled the air with a musk and it gagged and choked the earth.

Only four realized it and they fled.
On crow's wings.
A life a new, away from the stench.


*  *  *

It's amazing that they never realized
that manly man Jack Von Jacktup
was actually
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a female trapped in a man's body.
And as he talked to them all
he would smile and wonder
what it would be like
if he was standing there in another life
and beautiful, hair shining, and wonderous smile.
He would be she
and she would nod courteously and then
proceed to walk out the doors and downtown,
past everyone, and do life's things and it
would be
amazing
because he would be
who he actually felt that he was.