Caribou_Slim
An old shaman smoking on the porch, calling the blues down from the Siskiyous, and the Pineapple Express up through the Two Rock gap.
He/Him or She/Her depending on what tickles your fancy and mine at the time (but also respond to the more accurate its/it - always a delicious experience). I’ve been both depending on the particular circumstances of whichever consensual reality I’m participating in, and see no reason to choose.
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Cake day: August 22nd, 2023
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@Arotrios
It was Wednesday when you posted, you drunken old bat
And Roxy’s serves coffee to the gutterpunk rats
There’s holes in your story, and your memory sings flat
Think maybe its time to stop hitting the flask?
As for me, I come from the trees
Oaks and redwoods and blackberry leaves
My heart sprouting mushrooms and bumblebees
Casting sunflower seeds
to the titmice and the chickadees
Sculpting the mist of the ocean breeze
into impossible possibilities
With songs all wrong and upside down
For I was hiding from Hekate in a crossroad town
Till a fae cat cast their myrhh all around
Now she’s telling me she’s up to get down
And I’d be a Fool to ignore the sound
of magick unbound
So here you go
you drunken old crow
Let the lyrics flow
Like a leopard across the snow
#TagTeamPoetry