Stale Mate

I’m watching you watch me

There’s something in this water

You refuse to speak

I’m tuning in

But you’re on the out

I wanted to stay

You threw me out

You were my whiskey

I was your plate

You were my love

I was your?….

Owl Of The South


Seems Like A Zoo

The Daily Post- ZOO 

Walking a famous street

Wild energy feels subdue

Everyone screams here

They like to call this Moulin Rouge

But this seems like a zoo

Drunken chatter

Laughter and loud gestures

This is heaven’s hell

Stampedes of women carrying their woes

For the sake of pimps swallowing women’s prides

And from her cage she watches the show

Beer bottles cling

Cigar smoke rising

A little bit of sex and smeared lipstick

Just little bit of crying

The world spins as she points her toes

Silly glares and pointed noses

Everyone has opinions

As well as having their place in this hole

While she thrusts her hips to the music blaring

All she could care of is the would be more

She watches them fall to the pavement

They watch her explore on the floor

They paid for admission

A price for the lesson learned

© Keota Picou “Owl of the South”

The Blackest Boots

If she’s a little exhausted of a type like you…

She might just take a walk in her favorite boots

Through the dust as they fall

Kicking the rocks in the sand

Grinding her heels into the sockets of skulls

Relieving the destruction of man


Verboten hands

Just like the disease in children

They wish they can

Sometimes you need a demon to smite a monster

At times you need lava to smother the flames

Here she laces her boots

Over and over again

Written by Keota Picou

Echoed by Owl of the South

Sunrises are romantic and soft

Late October mornings feel like arms around my waist

The early sky whispers in my ears

All the answers to reflections I question

I wondered if this cloud knew

Sunsets are passionate and wild

Like a caress on the neck

Something more than a bite on the lip

The night wind chills my skin

Just like the trails of a lover’s finger nails as they pull me in

I bet the moon feels our secrets

I see the crows like to watch

I know the wolves can hear me sing

And my lover chants to the owls for mercy

I will not choose the universe’s sunrises or sunsets

That perfect seventh hour found me

And I intend to be fair

I remember that need

Waking up to morning dew on the skin

Feels like love

Which is the most righteous sin

By Keota Picou

Photo Source

Silently Loud (II)

I would like to be photographed as a silhouette. So they will see all of me.

Every inch they will have to read. And every mile in their minds they will have walked with me.

Yes they rationalize to hold me in. I break the boxes. I damage floors.

My gut is stretching I suppose.

Call me Phoenix

Photography by Nilo Burkhart

Model: Keota Picou