Unconditional madness:
To be possessed by a lover
who cuts you to bloody shreds
and then you lick their fangs.
:: 08-27-2014 ::
Daily Archives: September 1, 2014
UNCONDITIONAL MADNESS
OH! MY SWEET DREAMS!
My dreams! Oh! My sweet dreams!
Each night so many scenes!
I dip my eyes into ink-night
and blink and there’s the stage!
The actor’s call and there we are!
All our lines thrown to the winds,
and the props do change on a dime!
Last night I kissed a whale —
and then flew my car into the moon.
I laughed and then I cried tears
as I tuned around and saw Mother Earth!
It’s a lump in your heart when you see
no countries or war or death,
and only one world as a whole!
My dreams! Oh! My sweet dreams!
:: 08-26-2014 ::
THEY DROP AS BY THE DEAD
THEY drop as by the dead
My vacant
procession and funeral.
Like the barren field
upon my face
— so slip my tears
beyond the reach
of a broken heart.
Sorrow does drown
an empty Soul —
the bitter debt of Life!
:: 08-26-2014 ::
THE COSMIC CAT
WE blunder in thought
to think of Eternity as
a never-ending Father-Time
— like a slippery infinity.
Eternity is nothing more
than the absence of Time.
And what of Infinity?
That cosmic cat forever
chasing its slippery tail!
:: 08-26-2014 ::
MOUTH THE MORNING
I mouthed the morning,
and dew and petal!
I ate the soil but not
the bee, but even thorn!
I saw the gnome too,
inside a root of tree!
I kissed his conical hat
and kissed his feet!
This I did all before
but never in my sleep!
:: 08-26-2014 ::
SNUGGLE-EAT
I could snuggle-eat
each inch of cute-bite
marshmallow lips too!
If I ate the world the
first bite would be you!
:: 06-02-2014 ::
VASTNESS
SUCH persistent illusion
this box called life,
wherein I lay my bones
upon a hook the dream
swings to and fro.
Our majesty — Love,
tends to our soulful needs,
kissing the stars as we fall,
that vastness of other-there!
:: 01-23-2014 ::
CLASP-PROSE
That heart, my butterfly!
Today I felt your wings
with the clasp-prose
of your loving hand!
And we licked the pollen
sugar-lips of our souls
and flew off into the
world’s Unknown!
:: 08-23-2014 ::
NO CHOICE
AND as I have said before,
We have no choice but
to accept free will.
And angels have lollipops
and devils pinwheels.
:: 08-22-2014 ::
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