I met a caricature of me
while sitting at a bar
we stared
in each other’s eyes
and pondered our words
I thought he — exaggerated
exaggeration spoke
— the same
we ordered everything
in the bar
and had a liver
to conqueror
but sadly in the end
— by fate’s twist
the bartender
was more grotesque
:: 05-01-2014 ::
TONIGHT
death made a bet
and lost
he turned in his cloak
and started the night shift
at the city life clinic
and saved my life
with a smile he released me
knowing my true nature
I, the dark one who feasts
upon the weak —
hundreds have known my face
:: 05-02-2014 ::
today I had
a coffee shop cookie
and ate its rim
and fell into
a bean dream
where red pandas
were beating
hedonistic priests
living in my pocket
thankfully a stripper
fell through the roof
and suduced the barista
and the priest and beans
escaped through my spoon
and the twirling of my cream
all within my cup of coffee
:: 05-01-2014 ::
Passion
where is thy heavenly gift
Beg
I do for pastures of romance
Love
thee — angel follow me too
Kindness
compassion for all thy life
Understanding
wisdom from burning fire
Heaven
thou, dream I giveth prayer to
Love
is thy reason for living life
and desire
for love
escapes thy flesh
afire angelic wings
kissing devil’s lips
a Christ-passion
for all high and low
:: 04-29-2014 ::
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