Sekhmet is fooled and drunk

The gods trembled for humanity.
For themselves, it would be a tragedy.
Their humans' sacrifices, suffice it to say,
allowed them to exist in every way.
That was their immortal secret sworn,
until the fearsome feline goddess was born.

Her apparition, a lioness.
Her will is to destroy, this capable huntress.
Human blood she drinks to nourish.
Her innate, unstoppable focus will flourish
with every soul stalked and eaten.
All the Egyptian gods in submission, beaten.

The people caught wind of her plan
to rule the heavens by beginning on land.
Retaliation hatched with a spider translator
for it knew the scarab would be no protector.
Since the gods told it no information of waste,
it revealed this plan to the people post-haste:

(Time ticked, the lioness' claws rapped on petrified wood
waiting to annihilate humanity like nothing else could.)

Beer was brewed in batches of thousands,
using the yeast in bread kneaded by woman's hands.
Moment by moment, excitement and dread
motivated men to dye the beer red.
This liquid would be used in a mischievous ploy
to quench the goddess' thirst with a tempting decoy.

The feline goddess' offering seeped
into many fields of crops, sinking deep.
She lapped up every last drop in Cairo's heat.
The gods' plan carried out by man, complete!

The goddess was intoxicated and sleepy
causing the people to cheer til they became weepy
because she needed a thousand lifetimes' rest
failing to pass humanity's clever test.

And so, everyone would be safe
from revered pharaoh to rejected waif
because we are the ultimate tricksters
using knowledge passed from our ancestors.
Maybe it is we who are so easily fooled...
but always that hot fear is easily cooled
when we keep our foes, real or imagined, at bay
by sacrificing everything to save our way.

The standard bday poem

Roses are red,
Violets are... fuck,
I didn't want this poem to suck.
So how about this instead?
...I'll cut to the chase
and write this in it's place:
Happy birthday, to a wonderful soul
and may your life be cherries...in a bowl.
Aw brother, that didn't work at all,
But you know what'd help? ALCOHOL!
Now raise a cheer!
And let everyone hear!
[Insert name here] is a dear!
And older by one more year!
Happy birthday! :)

Wartime, bedtime

His one blue eye, a glacier.
His other is black, a censor.
One pierces & the other, latent, hidden.
Combined they're daunting as Armageddon.

I see myself a woman, just passed a child's age
gnawing off her lover's nipples
in a passionate yet well-tempered cage
before the Sleep comes in ripples.

But now his glacier is stormed with rabid horses.
in which all of their courses...
are pointed through his pupil at me.
I am not ready.

My gates have been breached.
His beasts of burden whinnied and screached.
Is one eye his truth and the other lies to me?
I am not ready.

The Sleep calls my subconscious, the sage
to offer retaliation, surrender, perhaps a treaty.
Though these options only serve me up in a rage.
I am not ready.

In my sheath, I must choose
not his sword, but my pen.
I am not ready to lose
nor even merely to go to war again.

20 minutes of mind:

Bats and their translucent ear-wing veins.
The light from behind them is only
a single light bulb or a moon,
for they do not fly during the day.
They have boar's noses that snort.
They looks like a rabid horses
with buck teeth and yawns so great
like snakes unhinging their jaws
and will eat cows whole.
Fat, fat, ballooned up and floating
over a valley
not unlike the lake,
serene as it is near Mt. Fuji.
Ballooned filled-of-cow boar bats
floating over the lake near Mt. Fuji.
I am fucking crazy, I tell you
but that wont stop me from dreaming
of my fingers more violent than yours.
Jagged and nailed.
Sharp and gnarled.
Across my keyboard,
every letter is a rusted nail
I'm sticking my fingers on to.
Good thing the clinic does
tetanus boosters,
but it's too bad they don't do those
for the imagination...
because it's a perilous place.
I know that quite well,
especially when the figures
chopped and bloodied
hanging by my ceiling fan every night
haven't gone away in over two years

You're right, Sara, this typing is very relaxing.