Ned Kelly

Call me Ned Kelly
Like a game, see?

I’m a gun-slinger
In a sleepy city
Got a bad reputation
Damaged soul
And aching loins

Did she ever say
Who stole a kiss
From Ned Kelly?

You be her
And this our sweetest hour together

Lusty stranger –
Gun-slinger –
You spiral up and down
Closing circles
Around and around
So deep
Until the perfect pinnacle
Is touched
And you slump
Miracle-wash all over my hand

… You the queen and I’ll be
You’re servant, ha, ha …

Perfect …

Not me I’ll scream,
Blow our cover …

You’re so natural …

You’re perfect …

Pretend I didn’t fall
But woke up in your arms
Safe

Safe

Glitz and Glam

Act-or
Playing human
Steals petty life

Pave a city
Measureless tinsel:
Publicists

Glitzy magazines
Sell stars
Two dimensional

Manufactured real
You’re all
Unbelievable

A machine processing
Life to sell
Glitzy-real

O TV!
What you say
It will be

Simulacrum, Hollywood

Jnana Yoga

Yoga is the airy clouds, a drop of water
To thirst
Books, curvaceous poetry, what’s on the mediocre internet;
My corny writing, my ankles, heart, head, spine
All intertwined: unwind.
Smoke is clouds is Yoga is everything and all
And is the way from earth to heaven

What is dead flesh comes Alive
What is flesh is more subtle than air
What is alive is flesh
What is Yoga is Alive

At first, Yoga is awakening the dead nerves
Freeing Chittas
It makes the stiff spine brilliant Kundalini
Flexible mind, untainted, is divine

Yoga is a sword that cuts delusion
And infuses a soul with Divinity
Just as divinity hides beneath the flesh

Flesh is our Life
Yoga is flesh and life and blood
And just as we can be sure only of ourselves inside
Yoga is also outside
For it is all and all is Yoga; the airy cloud
Imbued with Life

Raelene Kalve

An aesthetic in my teen years - muddied in my twenties now at thirty-one (nearly) I haven't thought of my next move, just taking every sweet day more calmly.

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