A B C D E F G …
Ahh be see dee eh If gee
And I say!
I’ll be see dee if gee…
[wait a minute…]
Oh damn…
I’ll be seeing Dee if she wants me!
:: z06-26-2014 ::
Monthly Archives: June 2014
A CLEANSING RAIN
Oh! here within the rain
a nature bath upon my soul!
Awash away of daily grit
within the soothing day
i hear applause within the wet
splish-splashing tears that fall
And now the crusted crown
of yellow gold reveals itself
and freshest air minus applause!
:: 06-23-2014 ::
FAVORITE MEMORIES
Most of my favorite memories
are cast within the daily grind
a trip or two across the way
from morning to evening light
But if I am brave enough to say
and sometimes I am not
(but not today)
the very best of memories
are the ones I make within my dreams
And the rarest of all make their own
:: 06-22-2014 ::
I CANNOT BECOME
I cannot become but only be
that which is born inside of me
if one should ask that more I be
I politely say I am what I can only-me
a poor character acting human-be
to be the best inside of me
:: 06-22-2014 ::
UTTER NONSENSE
A dead rose you say?
No such thing!
Perhaps the promise
died —
the rose remains
:: 05-16-2014 ::
PLASTIC CLOUDS
Plastic clouds sherbet skies
meeting place of the stones
you were too hard today
the way you sat there —
so I took a walk across the mind
silly thoughts and memories.
A slither pinned in medulla
a pinstriped boy pulled her.
The ocean drowned the Earth
as we watched the little ones
running for the backstage
forgetting all their lines.
I guess the beltway fades
as all the cockroaches die
We are the mind, only one
a mind to mend upon the sky
:: 05-16-2014 ::
ODE TO GROSS FUGUE
seethe creep — my fear!
(less) gimp worm
loss(ness –>) brute
dance leg goat boar
(ness) melt soul || mind ||
how-which lower life
none mind(less) whine
In that asylum called life!
dead life abhor lovers
a frolic acid bath mind!
:: 06-13-2014 :.
A HUNDRED POEMS — 073
tonight the storm
fierce lightning
a thought — struck
and split a tree
that beauty —
deformed
my love — nature
that kills
— what it loves
:: 06-12-2014 ::
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