Instructions for my Gemini

Gemini Horoscope Instructions

Take these instructions with care. Allow the spiritual banality to sway you like a melody.

Dear my Gemini,

Find that three-stemmed, white daffodil with orange middles, surrounded by an abundance of yellow ones, it hides beneath shadowed trees. Not weeping willows. Shrink into it and suck its poison. Buzz away as a fairy streaming rainbow in its wake.

If the tides pull from the shore, then steal the moon. Cradle it as a baby. Suck it like a dummy. Allow its sourness to sear glands. When pain fades, toss it into the ocean. Watch as it tumbles the sky’s reflections.

Flooded with a high pollen count, sneezing will occur, but only permitted, accompanied by sounds of rustling trees or violins. Pluck the grass’s strings until it cries sweet sap of tomorrow's music. It must and will resemble a symphony from adulthood.

Go to a psychic. If the Lovers card appears, bury it deep into the deck until it drowns in soil, swallowing each grain like breaths will succumb to fashion faux-pas. Tear the next card, no matter what it says. Its worthiness drains happiness.

As twins, career paths clearly delineate opposite tracks of the garden. One delicately crafted, a tiger, the other fine and symmetrical like a butterfly … a profile of a future separated by tattooed pasts. Then find the turtle and bring it home.

Follow the stars. Rewrite gemini to fit the assigned position of astrology in Alaskan midnight. Only in the far North, the summer remains aglow. Erase the shooting stars and replace it with a painted sunset that burns until sunrise takes over.

Dual

personality

broken

leaves

crunch

beneath

broken

personalities.

In the wake

of the sun.

Let the heat

seep into

pores so

open that

today

holds

truth

of

yesterday.

Bask in glorious success.

Watch another star disappear into a hazy nightmare.

REPEAT

Nightmares, hazy, disappear into stars. Another watchful

success. Glorious. Bask in

yesterday,

of truth

held

today

that opens

pores,

into seeped

heat. Let

the sun

wake

personalities

broken

beneath

crunching

leaves

broken

by personality –

duality.

Overtake the sunrise until burning sunsets paint with replacement stars. Shoot and Erase. Glow a remained summer. Assign North, only in far midnights of an Alaskan astrology. The positions fit. Geminis rewrite the followed stars.

Write anagrams …

Would it not be cool if it were a true anagram? If life were able to decide fate based on repeated letters and punctuation, then change the meaning in one full swoop.

AAAAAAAAAAAABBBCCCCDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFFFFFGGGHHHIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLMMNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOPPPRRRRRRSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTUUUUUWWWW?,.

Then gift a precious gem? Bunt to a gemini who warps a narrowed path of an ideal toll, nulled letter. Wrote bad button of feline tine and un fiction ease.

And like a true gemini, forget the time that loses to future plans. Ignore the DUCC and the ees and make ease the last word.

Then return to the beginning of the poem – the beginning of life itself. Reverse the growth of the white daffodils with orange centres. Pray that those daffodils won’t be the twin shaded from truth that tomorrow will hide in the eternal darkness. Pray that tomorrow the pollen will thrive and provide needed light, AND feel as one with the daffodil. After shrinking to fit the orange centre, turn into a painted version of the fairy that buzzes alongside the nightshade. Rocks and pebbles will cushion any mistakes made. With no room for error, create something beautiful. The subjective, objective word that cautions disorder and chaos.

So gemini, I write to you, your fellow scorpio, a poem of your horoscope. Ignore the dreamlike state that riddles these pages. Read between the lines. Because as a scorpio I hold in all my emotions for you to discover alone.

LOVE SCORPIO