so tell me —
does the devil
dance with shoes
or hooves?
and does an angel
sing with a tight halo?
and mother begged me
she said wear underwear
in case I had an accident
— a size larger shoe
fits nicely over hooves!
:: 07-03-2014 ::
Monthly Archives: July 2014
HOOVES & HALOS
MY SEXY BRUISED MUSE
I have a lover who runs
away f r. O m my own
the ink bled so she runs
my reposed prose dead
but her. A quick feet contains
the voice I have somewhere
in my cellar brain attic heart
I touched her skirt tonight
to morrow I feel her breast
and rip out her letter-mind
I shall eat her until she cums
(Comes) inside my factory wordsmith
–> heart
:: 07-03-2014 ::
A FANGED LAMB
Wet Fall morning spiral
puddle love death step
I saw a wolf give birth
a lamb with fangs too
Her name was Emily
she walked with prose
and I love leaves falling
The earth my paper book
a jutting branch my pen
and river my wet deep ink
My Emily she is Queen
a golden rainbow meets
my heart string stuck wall
and she drives my dream
carriage wheels spinning
white gown garden secrets
It. blew my mind last night
when she said to me:
‘I could not stop for death..’
So I ate her soul and now
she lives within my heart
:: 07-03-2014 ::
THE MIND’S FURNACE
SALVADOR Dali
taught me
all I need to know
about reality
Its a canvass
moderately melted
in the mind’s furnace
07-04-2014 ::
TWILIGHT KINGDOM
WE all sleep as children
a solemn belief of night
the majesty of our life
a twilight kingdom
and I love you my dreamer
who comfort my empty life
:: 07-03-2014 ::
SHOW ME YOUR HEART
IF you show me your heart
I should know your country
I have no need for rail
or journey by carriage
for you have shown me
your land of lovely life
it is my destination
and no boundary line
save the one you give
my heart’s permission
my travels are lovely
one for the soul that
awaits your heart!
:: 07-04-2014 ::
I CANNOT SPEAK
I cannot speak
my little mouth
drowned for everyone
today before sunrise
I wrote her eulogy for
the dead yester-night
I killed the darkness
It rests inside my mind
a tombstone of brilliance
engraved the words I fear:
‘The morrow comes…
and it’s ensuing night’
:: 07-04-2014 ::
HOLY SEMEN NUT
A society crumbles mostly
by death breeze, slowly
And the children crying
beneath a troll bridge
eating soul meat pies!
I saw a needle piercing
god’s lonely golden eyes
a sweet whore blessed Him
Our Nation of freaks guessing
when does hell fire kiss death
Not until the archangel smokes
and engineers a portal feasting
upon the backs of dead babies
Go away! Nightmare go! away!
The dead crave the donuts
of a center holy semen nut
So go away! No redemption!
:: 07-01-2014 ::
FLAT EYE
I drank the vine of life and so many drowned // a dirt-death dry mouth
And I coughed a scarab // your dessert dune crest cut the flesh of cherubs ///I sat upon the ancient point //Giza tickled my anal soul
And Noah saved the pure while the freaks drowned //I guess we better call the UN they love humanity
and all it’s diseases & fags
I swear I sweat Susie q’s
I guess I am stupid too
Hollywood harbors ghosts
and Mississippi mud cakes
taste so good
in Antebellum homes
I’m a savior in flat eyes
I call angel lust
a hanging or electric death
gravity pulls the soul out
a top pop view for souls
Dead tongues stick out
and bladders wet release
when the ghost leaves home
:: 07-02-2014 ::
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