divine intervention

maybe i should not have
but i drowned 
all the fairies
in a glass of beer
with a drip of 
soap
drunken little bastards
they never returned
the pen
they stole
 but now i find myself
crossing my fingers
& waiting 
for the little voices
to whisper
again
telling me
what to write
guiding
my pen
in stories
they pull
from somewhere
deep
dark
inside me
as i watch
& wonder
“where the fuck
did they find 
that?”

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growing a new smile

i found a fairy wing
in my coffee today
i don’t know how
it got there
i can only
hope
like a gecko
the creature in question
can grow
a new one
i found a smile
on my face
today
i don’t know
how it got there
it seems
years
since it last
wandered
on
i can only hope
like the moon
in the night
it continues
to light
my
way
through the dark.

dragon’s fire

so
yeah
the older boys wouldn’t let me play dungeons & dragons
with them…
but really i only wanted to play
because the neighbor boy was so
cute.
i’m not a fantasy nut.
okay…i watch game of thrones
but that is more for the story
than for the fantasy…
sure
i believe in fairies
& think hobbits have it going on…
but i’m not
you know
geeking out on it or anything.

i draw a lot of dragons.
and i might be feeling kind of conflicted about that.
i mean,
dragons?
really?
that’s just one step above unicorns.
i mean,
it’s kind of like unicorns for angry people.
(again, no offense to lovers of unicorns…and dragons)

i don’t know why dragons keep showing up in my art.
and i am feeling conflicted about it.
but at least dragons do kick some butt, you know.
except pete’s dragon.
oh elliot….
sigh.
so i guess i do like dragons.
ones that sing.
holy crap, which isn’t any better than unicorns.

(here’s my ink stain)

inkstaindragon

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