THE MATH: Mercury + Mars CONJUNCT Virgo) TRINE (Uranus STATIONS Rx Taurus) = Pre-Rx Inklings
MARS LOOKS UP, FROM HIS DESK…
"What's your 5 year plan, Mercury?"
"I don't have a plan, Mars."
"Well, what do you have then?"
"I have a Way I want to feel,"
Mercury says. "How do you
want to feel?" Mars continues.
"I want to feel the Secret,"
Mercury whispers. "How many
jobs have you had?" Mars asks him.
"How many hats do you have?"
Mercury returns, "I have tried on all
kinds of jobs." "Why?" Mars wonders.
"Because I'm scrappy like that.
I'm a Craigslist
Cruiser. I have been
a barista, an artisan
tea tour guide,
a massage therapist,
an energy worker,
a violin-cleaner,
a coffee-cherry picker,
a librarian,
a tarologist,
an astrologer,
a nanny,
an artist,
a rug-maker,
a line-cook,
a singer,
a camp counselor,
a dry-cleaner,
a poet,
a dog-watcher,
a print-maker,
a land conservationist,
a server,
a midnight-baker,
a shepherd," Mercury finishes
and takes a breath.
"But don't you want to
BE something, Mercury?"
Mars digs in.
"I am the sum
of many things Mars,
and I will continue
to become. You can
do anything, for a little
while, Mars. You try things
on. You fill your tool belt.
The tools always come in
handy, somewhere on the Spiral."
"But what do you say
to people, when they ask you
what you do?" Mars frowns.
"I say, Hi, I'm Mercury,
I think," Mercury smirks
"I mean it, Mercury,"
Mars' worry-lines deepen.
"I tell people what I am
in the process of becoming,"
Mercury shrugs, "in the given
moment, with confidence.
People call it :
MANIFESTATION."
"And that's enough for you?"
Mercury sighs, "This whole question
of what do you 'DO'
has gotten convoluted,
don't you think, Mars?
You are, 'The Doer.'
That's the mantra
mortals give you,
'I DO.' Don't you
have your own wisdom,
about what it means
to do? Isn't doing
every second of the day?
Isn't doing the art
of how you move
your body in every moment?
Isn't doing how you get out
of bed? How many movements
it takes to make it?
How many times, you have to
go back inside the house
before you leave, for something
you forgot? Doing
is a living, breathing art.
Doing can be
not doing. Doing
is so much more
than any job
we use to feebly try
to define the essence
of what rests behind
action," Mercury pauses.
Just then, Uranus
burst into the Library
with a smile as wide,
as the doorway.
"What's up bitches!?"
A suitcase in each hand.
Mars jumps out of his skin.Mercury doesn't flinch,
where he sits, one leg crossed
over the other, on the couch.
He takes a slow, audible
sip from his afternoon
espresso, eyes glittering,
watching Uranus.
"Fuck," Mars says.
"I think you mean, FUN,"
Uranus beams, dropping
his bags on the floor.
"SLUMBER PARTY!"
THREE HOURS LATER…
Uranus, Mercury, and Mars lay
with their heads together
on the Library floor,
watching the fan spin.
"Rise mignons! We're going
out,". Uranus declares,
Springing up. “Venus
is hosting a game
of Clue, we’re going.”
"No fucking Way, we are
in Virgo- in Virgo season
we become hermits, and cultured
intellectuals," Mars replies,
already feeling anxious
at the thought of a shift
in his routine, "We were
cozy here, without you Uranus,
you can't just come in here,
and fuck everything up."
Mercury grins, and gets up,
"Okay, lets go."
"What the fuck Mercury?"Mars protests.
"You need a good shaking, Mars.
It will help you study,
trust me," Mercury walks
over to the coat rack, and dons
his Sherlock Holmes cap,
looking to Uranus.
"Besides, Uranus does
not come around, that often.
What kind of lambs would we be
if we left the Wolf alone
in the pasture?"
Uranus smiles even wider.
He knows that they are playing
Now. It only takes one
accomplice, to play a game.
He's won, and he knows it.
He turns to Mars...
URANUS PETITIONS MARS…
"The Earth is shaking.
Do you hear it? Deep,
down, below. Under.
The ground has been giving
Way, for so very long;
Worn and ancient
threads coming loose.
Fall in, to something new.
Down. Below. Under.
Not knowing always looks
scary, like a gaping chasm.
Unmendable. Perhaps
it will be. Change
crumbles things, to make
room. Seeds tumble
into cracks, unseen.
A seedling skittering
across the quake,
into a dark crevasse,
is not a seedling lost,
just saved, for later.
And maybe it grows Never
for a Time. Ideas sleep
even as they fall,
until they hit
some kind of bottom,
softening, into the Fecund
Abyss. Not lost,
just saved,
for later."
Uranus moves his hands
like a Magician
as he softly speaks,
fluttering around the room
like a fox, dancing
his Way closer
to his prey. Mars
stares at him thickly,
and with resentment,
as he performs.
"What's your point, Uranus?"
"The books can wait, Mars!"
Uranus exclaims, as he
clasps the GXD'Z
knees, “Tonight,
we read the Earth.
You get to play
Miss Scarlet.”
FOUR HOURS EARLIER…
Uranus calls Venus
on the house-phone, in Libra,
as he walks himself
to Mercury's Library.
"What's up, Electric Prince?"
"Ahh, so the Heart does beat,"
Uranus grins. Venus frowns,
"Seriously, what do you
want, I am in
the middle of something."
"Just lay on the floor,
and do not move,
until I get there,"
Uranus suggest, "I have
a surprise for you."
"Are you kidding,
U?" Venus pouts.
"I only kid, 50%
of the Time.Just do it,
Ocean Heart."
"Fine," Venus whines.
"Oh, by the Way,"
Uranus adds, "Mars
wants to be Miss
Scarlet, so choose
a different character."
"What?" Venus exclaims,
indignant. Uranus shrugs,
"You know, Colonel
Mustard, in the lounge
or some shit."
"So, costumes..." Venus trails.
"Even the skin is
a costume, Princess,"
Uranus whispers,
and HANGS UP.
LILITH HEARS VENUS
is hosting a Mystery,
so she swings on her coat,
and hops the fence,
into her sister's garden.
Her nephew is sitting
on the stoop, holding
his "boo boo" to the Sun.
"B.B. do you know
what bodies do?"
She kneels to look
him in the face.
He throws his hands
above that space,
"They heal right up!"
"That they do,
Little Bird."
Into a smile,
breaks her face,
"They heal,
right up."
…MARS SHIFTS
his hips, on Venus'
front porch, arms crossed,
looking hot, in form
fitting, blood silk, lips full
and luscious.
"This is fucking stupid,"
he says, as he rings
the doorbell again.
A woman opens it,
with two bunned-pigtails,
and a long, midnight blue
corduroy coat, over
a dark mini-skirt,
and black combat boots.
"Who the fuck
are you?" Mars says.
"So catty in your Virgin
form, Mars, meow,"
She holds his eyes,
and lightly presses the petals
of her lips into the back
of his hand, "It's me,
Lili, but, you can call me,
B.B. Gun, Miss
Scarlet." Mars blushes
as Lilith turns her breast,
to let him wander
in, brushing past them.