3:15 Experiment - Day Three

witching hour

“which is ridiculous
‘cause witches, they were persecuted
Wicca good and love the Earth
And women power
And I’ll be over here”

for the time being
vertical time means
every hour now
blowing out
“candle in the wind”
burnt at the stake
mere illusion
i am forever
because I am now
for the time being
wearing pointy hats
warts can be such beauty
in the face of uniformity

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for all your magick
i’ve been programmed
to see a penis
that might well be a clitoris
or a sagging breast
magickal women banished
to 3:15AM

how could they know
we can see in the dark
with cat eyes glowing
reflecting the moon
we are so free to howl
orgasmically
the sensual pleasure that is
shared between
women and the moon

I bleed with the waning crescent
the tide coming in
to wash away sin
no, i’ll keep my sin, thank you
drown in the river
when i could float
death cannot contain me
and those “sins” were so much fun

vertical words
one day
to be sinfully playful
let’s write a spell in
horizontal space
taping paper end to end
abracadabra

tonight, the witching hour own’s my sins
such a happy time to be exiled to
migraine-wonderfully dark and silent
(save for the small cat’s purring)
dark envelops like a safety blanket
mysterious as the feminine mystique
which we epitomize
in our transgenderous ubiquity

i feel you writing
aware of our togetherness
lighting the killing flame
destroying dark as well.