TRUTH IS A GUN

my sea lion has given up / the rocks are hot!
And truth is a gun \ the Mouth a trigger
oh wow and B A N G went the baby cries
some c r e a t u r e s l i e and wait
i do not but lies are sprinklings upon Hell’s
cake — ladies and men, children and freaks,
politicians and priests, the living dying and
the dying who wish to live this is all for you.

i love you.

:: 07/13/2019 ::


A BICYCLE OF DELICATE HEART

A bicycle
of delicate heart
focused
in all gossamer, thrills
the minimal slice of time

; keeps my ‘no-one’ mind
thinking i’m here but then
i see i am there too;

Around it, demonic shadows
and scared knees, bristle
i do for those rumors
humans devise:
i once lived so easy with
my eyes closed
didn’t matter that much to me
oh! bulb’s agitations;
that i never think others
are within my dreams
okay, too tune in when it’s
so fine My bicycle takes
me (me?) though i know when
it’s all a dream this ode
of Life!

:: 05-14-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c)


THEN

then,
after, as though my head a forest
there! A shiver down my spine;
with odor of roots in our nostrils
i am one to wish drowning next to this!
Like the ooze of a pregnant moment
we could kill this monstricity
of madjecal! Murmurous you darkness,
sifting down from our head
Hearts are smallest millstones
as if anything really matters //
matters to me \\

:: 05-14-2019 ::


THEN PAIN OUT OF MY WOMB

then pain out of my womb:

out of my view walking this
haunted street i walk alone upon
my dying(dEAD) heart beats for just
you & …../|\ my need for
blue & red makes me sometimes wish
i wish sometimes
to walk alone
a wolf
just one
to walk Alone.

:: 05-14-2019 ::


FORTURE OF A NUMB FACE

eye | someTIMES tear my
eyes OUT — found the last
sheep to COUNT no longer within
my MinD oh!so here we go:
In fall of light and highway,
a Child your hands upon the
wheels — him holding up in his hands
uLtimATE Delirium –\ now, here we go

–stop–

05/14/2019
e.p.robles(c)


AS WE LOVE & DIE

So beautiful is
OUR WORLD: later, when stars open out
to all this Time to the cold, i
opened the door : how you flew out to
Space
i am with you if you leave
A kiss upon
a wave with you i feel a bit more
Brave: from the dark through our hands,
the lust flew out into space
and i am with you (if you leave)
as we fly, as we love and die

:: 05-14-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019


NEW MEMORIES ARE PRECIOUS

HER voice — must have been how
her spoken voice was bland
so savory over lettuce leaf–
how it’s not my time; please
never forget how precious new
memories are.

bad products win again
bad product wins again

:: 05-14-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019


WHERE LIFE IS OR LOVE

We deal our cards as a form
of meditation
not knowing where life is
or love
He has a fedora and boots
and doesn’t play for money
just respect
She has a natural way
scattered are the numbers
she the sword of soldiers
that’s not the shape
of paradise but war
And all our lives it’s not
the shape of my Soul
she has the royal flush
i know the remnants of war
run away from your sword
carve the shape of my Heart

:: 05-11-2019 ::


MISERABLE WITH NO CLARITY

Me! Miserable and no clarity
in which way to fly
Nothing but infinite wrath
I have then flown to Hell
as I feel I am myself Hell;
and the gaping MOUTH of
infinite despair
Wishes to DEVOUR me
and shows me a Hell more
like a Heaven than where
i now am.

:: 05-10-2019 ::


TERM-RAGE

this static treatment of hyper light
–>th r us t : all mediums —
theater, cinema, drawing,writing,radio
streaming, on-demand /[dead; how can He
reach me? \]

All of my fits of term-rage are TERMS
in all literal sensibilities of WORD.
all borders of all mental space contain
the Soul bilocalty.

and your lovely and fearful emotions
are exquisitely horrifying.

The true image of Love.

:: 05-10-2019 ::