Pink Blue Bird

It sat at a cabin in the swamp that we were looking at buying. By a painting in the house, I judge that it has been here for about 15 or more years. It's an attic. I took several pictures of it, for soon, if the place is sold, it will get hauled off to who-knows-where. I was there at this point of decay... and life.

It is art in progress, as are we all.

Four Flowers

A simple sketch for a simple post to simply start a newer simpler me.

Back to the basics for Punky Montgomery

Propaganda

Poisonous American Discourse.
Propaganda, of course.
Run amok through brains of muck - mired in the bog of McSulci and WalMartapoptosis.
Black orchid of the hot-house variety
Bred intentionally
Forced into existence
Against the natural way of the world

Seeking

Education is not the act of being taught, it's the act of using the tools given to you by the learned to actively seek the truth for yourself.
Take what is told to you lightly, and run to the nearest forest of knowledge and blaze a path to the truth for yourself.
You will never forget the way, then... For you are the trailblazer of knowledge within your mind

Free Bird

Hark! The breathless feeling
of change.
A leap of faith
causing me to contort
in midair with
the suppleness of a cat
-- natural acrobat --
landing -- surefooted
no matter the takeoff
position, propulsion, or
   situation
-- Even Steven --
I live to stay in
thisflow no matter its
direction, intention, or
   evolution
I make it change
course because I
have that power. I am
free... I can do what I want

Storms Anew

The air rises in the coming storm
Sweeping over the sleeping people
Blowing cool through the open windows

Amphibian swamp symphonies
Harmonize with insectual sexuality
Calling in joyous earthy rapture for the rain

In a sudden hush the bog's lush life
Stops to reckon the quickening lightning
Riding on the heat of a spent day

A tap and a pat pittered down
On leaves at first, then hits the ground
The swamp gives way to the sound of
                        ssssshhhhhhhhhh 
All abrupt, life erupts outside the house
As within when wind lashes the water splatters
Shatters the easy dreams of sleeping beings

Awake, awake with you
look at what I can do
I put on a show for you to view

Anew, Anew you in the blue light of my fury
watch me wash your dusty world
And give you life, anew.

Throat

and you touched me there...
like no one else had ever dared

I gave a glare, yet you just stared
at my pale flesh before you, bared

the sweetest touches are those so rare
that I would spread without a care

my silken, strawberry-blonde hair
and let you lick and bite me where

wrapped within a delicate layer
my life's blood pulsates... unaware

Of just how close it is to being shared

Untangling

People who untie knots and untangle skeins
of yarn or chains
know this very well.

When untangling a confluctuated
bumble fucktuation
you must find your ends first.

Mask

I would make my own mask
I thought sullenly at the masked faces hustling
by and by

Hearted sleeves evolves to bullseyes
and the sharks hone in.

I would cut off my sleeves
I would make my own mask, revolting
my oh my

Pledge of Allegiance

I pledge allegiance to this bag
And the united state of Euphoria
A free and stoned public will forever stand
One nation, under buds
Individuals
For Liberty and justice for all.

Run Away

Run away

to hold onto the sanity

I still possess, deep within my body human.

Run away

from the poisoned gassy stench

of the rotten corpse of civilized society.

Run away

from the vulture's gold-plated beaks

tempered in the congealed bloodflow of their design.

Run away

to find my primitive kin

squeezing out of the quickly closing talons.

Further

further out

I keep traveling ... or being pushed

I don't know which

further out from

the centers of disillusion

and deceit, and dastardly vanity

further out to

my own big bang

dissolving back to natural

chaos.

Skinny Dip

Sultry, still swamp air - blanketing her skin

heat opening pores - sweat, nowhere to go.

Forming rivulets - showing where it's been

Before she jumps in - she tests with her toe.

Goodnight Moon

The moonrise for the past three nights
       makes my inner lunatic tremble

for it's beloved

       spilling into the cold swamp night air

thrilling with her reflection

in the shallow black

water

A Cup Half Full Can't Spill Over

The time was getting close.
She hadn't looked at the clock, the timing wasn't clock time. Besides, it would be rude to watch a clock while family and guests enjoyed the affluent spread of food and wine she had laboured over, filling it with genuine love for them and love for healthful consumption of nutrition and camraderie.
She'd soaked in it all day.
The sounds of her busy crockery and blazing hearth fire echoing off the the kitchen's tall ceiling, the tidal rise and fall of conversation buzzing from room to room, feeling the familiar touches as people came to look over her shoulder and steal a nibble.
Watching the satisfied faces around the warm room, contentment faltered.
It always did.
The fathomless hole groaned and stretched inside her chest, waking and demanding to be fed.
A rise of ebullience in her belly made her pulse flutter and her insides contract, with thoughts of what was to come.
He was out there

The Gamble

There once was a place called America
Where honest hard work would take care of ya
They all got sold out
Lost all of their clout
By gambling their dreams on suburbia

Phermonal

Apocrine glands

soaking skin

with ethers of passionate anticipation.

Scented soley for attraction

Tasting of evaporated salination...and sex

defines the emissions of a truly sacred source

recognized instantly, yet incognisant

Squeezed juice

of the enteric vine

the only thing truly inherent

If

If I slid my energy

into your wet, warm mouth

and caught your tongue

you would spill your secrets

across my glistened aura

like silvered globules of joyous relief