THERE! Love in a white-feather soul
And I saw you in my dream a mourning ago
I fill my feeder with sugar liquor
And last week you flew to the beak
The surprise of a golden heart
when doves take flight they give
a silver-pitched whistle…
My mourning dove wing whistle!
:: 08-21-2014 ::
There you were, locked
in a wintry summer
that long cold
volcanic winter
by Mount Tambora
eruption
You spewed German
ghost stories
by German-French tongue
Your th ou ghts
fragmented
by the silky touch
of cold
a kiss from abyss
to heart
And you, Mary!
Born the Modern Prometheus!
And what say you, maker!
Mot of the clay of monster
but the soul within!?!
A brilliant mind of prose
Imagination beyond the horror
you created that day
A literary monster itself!
No thing that dispose!
:: 08-21-2014 ::
LAST MEAL
THOSE with smaller mouths
have many words
a greater heart in throat
Thunderbird!
My voice — I lost!
the Angels speak through
my soul…
and my ears — deaf!
God tastes my life!
and makes the meal
of my last dinner…
a gourmet meal of love!
:: 08-16-2014 ::
My wooden staircase creaks
[a heart broken by feet]
and weeks the measure — my neck
What month long that noose stretched!
A hooded man in black
shared a joke — the pun a trapdoor
I fell —
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_________
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for the line
a broken neck upon
a heart string
D
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0
P
:: 07-11-2014 ::
I followed a
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
feather
to the ground
along the twist
-ing-twirl
-ing
>dizzy<
| path |
I found a penny
which held no thoughts
together the feather
and copper bone
fell upon an anvil
cloud of striking stone
:: 08-05-2014 ::
The acquisition of understanding
also comes with a deep mourning,
knowledge is a double-edged sword
:: 08-15-2014 ::
DO not confuse my
sense of mystery
with Evil…
I keep them in
separate pockets
:: 08-15-2014 ::
The road built by fire
cleanses the soul
but the one by flower
can steal the soul
:: 08-15-2014 ::
Who keeps pace
with life
and death?
That glory
to the grave?
Perhaps a smile,
perchance a tear?
And I, no chance —
just a smile
and perfect spirit
I tease endurance
and tame the soul!
:: 08-15-2014 ::
I rode upon the highway —
heat, dry-sweat today
Glided through a red light
all the way to your
empty uterus parking spot
The organ grinder and
his spotted monkey
entertained me while
I sat in a cadmium-baked car
Majora, my minora sweets
melting in a box next to me
A prostate nun knocked
a holy rap upon my white-knuckle
scarred heart — a dollar
fallopian boo scared her away
Separation of faith and fear!
Wait! Lawless pride forever
guides the human less race!
Just another broken dream
and face shattered in you
Mother Less pulled my tubes
drank a spotless juice
Freddy Gargoyle Blue sang
Wait! Lawless Pride forever
guide the human less race!
Just another broken tooth
a heart broken…
a heart broken in two
:: 08-15-2014 ::
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