I love a scab
upon the scalp
It provides
a touch stone
between
Finger and Mind
:: 07-04-2014 ::
Monthly Archives: July 2014
TWO RIVERS
I kiss delightedly tender
crisp promise lips
the softly rose my-budding
flower petal [excites me]
and forgive my confusion
the tongue lost in promise
a greatest ever evening!
My wife and forever lover
Two rivers bled into one
Today is an eternal Forever
:: 07-04-2014 ::
I WROTE A NOVEL
I wrote a novel
tonight for you
and if I ever said
how much I love
the woman you are
it’s within this book
and I die believing
the word I wrote
It has a single word
and if ever someone
gave you anything
I want this book
to say it all:
The word is LOVE
and it is all forever
my novel for you
:: 07-04-2014 ::
I CAN TELL YOU
I can tell you
there’s a difference
between 3 PM
and 3 AM
But days and nights
are a strobe light
across the carnival
of my terror life
:: 07-04-2014 ::
THE THOUGHT
GOD, within His infinite loneliness
said, “Do something, anything!”
And Lucifer said, “I have an idea.”
:: 07-04-2014 ::
A TWISTED THORN
I ne’er guarantee
surrealism through
tilted lenses —
it’s a thing in the heart
A twisted thorn bleeding
in the little lost child —
screaming for nirvana
:: 07-02-2014 ::
BIRDS HATE HUNGRY CATS
BiRDs HaTE HUnGry CATS
I took the wax of your melted face
and shaped an orchid-OrGan-garden
of baby breath as legions of devils
cried playing fire harps
while I stomped tulips beneath cloven
hoovesMyGaud sees me naked
even the tattoo on my a$$;
Nothing hidden from his grace
i have a trick o’ bent knee
and a disease life gives me
a beating heart count down
and the numbers are weak
and your purseLips kissmee
i lick the floor below your \feet
crying harps sing and a devil
laughs behind SunsKinCANcer–
a curtain of angel hair; she knows
i eat the baby breath of gardens
and the birds hate hungry cats
:: 07-02-2014 ::
Rev: 02.23.2020
A PINE BOX SLEEP
[shadow stab me my love]
I fell a sleep in a box of pine
and had the best rest in ages
awoke with two quarters
laid across my tired eyes
Fifty cent dream of death
worth every penny for the rest
[every day is a pain]
my skin-suit lover loves me
tonight an invitation of the pine
let’s make it a full dollar dream
her heat-sex death grip on me
and my poetry to bury the pain
so shadow stab me my love
:: 07-02-2014 ::
ACHING THORAX
tweedle-dee my lover me
I saw a bumble bee dew
a revolt in colonies ensued
and I choked honey across
a field so wide my Queen
And in my pain I refrain!
the high winds coming
and a rain in my vein
— drowns all the worker bees
so sorry my aching thorax
a buzzing in my head
no pollination in my heart
just a fire death in the rain
and I smell it heading my way!
My flower dream is so close
but ah, I surely died today
:: 07-03-2014 ::
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