And the ink blue life of dog kisses
fell upon the large space there
wider than a tortoise shell
a third degree kiss upon toes
sand shell tornadoes greenly thick
a thunder white cap clasped my heart
what undertow dreams silently bubbles
and my lips parted a soul so gently
Beneath a Blue Sahara Ocean Dream
:: 08-15-2014 ::
I shed away the skin
of human shadow-faces
I begged a figural
of heartShaped lips…
my knees bled you
and ghosts ate my
golden string soul
a secret lover’s world
No! now, whoa!
I ate your soul!
Wow, low, how?
It tastes like love…
No, now, whoa!
I hate your lies
Wow, low, how?
I fell into your heart…
and your penis fly trap
devoured my only friend
a dashboard Jesus
bobs His Head…
And baby’s breath is fresh
Gerber’s strawberry death
And mother’s milk my silk
When we meet in clitoria bed
No, now! Whoa!
I ate your soul
Wow! low! how?
I gave you my soul…
You were my High School
infatuation friend
and I gave you high
behind music hall
Now Mozart turns inside
and Beethoven sighs
Cobain blew his mind
and my penis fly trap…
Eats Gerber’s strawberry death
:: 08-15-2014 ::
Just a peck of you
smudge kissMouth
I ate a rose roughTO-
Night — and hunger
for that pink tongueWish
tied to the knot of my
ManHeart deeplyNeeds
wounded bleeding —
sillyMe drama loves
romantic scenes —
stay here UP on the
wooden lit stage —
when the curtain falls
falls Falling below
your knees — I
should say this…
“…………….”
08-06-2014 ::
LOVER, my step
/broken\
Falling-feel near your
furnaceSoul …
I [just me] dirt,dear
And I died a wish wishing
to touch…but your purity
I denied my dirty HandHeart
I [me] am no thing AND
bow to a GreatNothing
that eats me [i] should
can [did]die<denying>
a fumbling mumbling
emberWish “I love you…”
:: 08-06-2014 ::
I whisper feather-felt
tongue beneath the shadow,
treading gently, as I go
my soul, the bleeding heart.
In all bright-fairness gentle
womanHeart with golden hair,
a tarnished life stone I am
Fallen golden dustBin life
Lilac-like, bending, tending
to the winds,
the roots too deep to blow
my soul away across the field
:: 08-05-2014 ::
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 ::
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