Naked Still before the World I Stand

Call me naive.
Call me a hopeless dreamer.
Call me a stubborn product
of a childhood in the nineties,

flimsy and irrelevant
to the world as is.

We were born into the world
as naked as our emperors,
standing on the shoulders
of giant fairies
looking far
towards a future
that would never come.

Forgive us
for we share not
your cynicism,
at least not in our hearts,

and we still believe
in the
naked and complicated
beauty of a snowflake
rather than the
simple and comfortable
sizeable power
of a snowball.

We Be Pagans (Ode to Walpurgis Night)

Fire. Fire. Fireworks.
Family and Friends.
Barbecue.
Barbecue.
How are you?
Breakfast, Dinner and Lunch.
Can’t Complain,
Drunk and Awake
from
Coffee and Punch,
Beer, Wine and Cider.
Into the Elements,
cue Clearings and Groves,
for May is May is May
is Spring, I suppose,
regardless of the weather.
Wet and Cold
Happy Hugs
the flames be a-lickin.
Out with the Old.
In with the New.
Goblins and Trolls
clear out, be gone,
ye nature’s wicked crew.
Tonight we have Love
(if you’ll call it that)
to keep our Hearts Beating,
for We Be Pagans
and We Love Food
and Fire and Flames
and to Fuck after Eating.
Oh do we ever.

Happy Walpurgis Night Everyone.