LIFE, that deck of cards shuffled
and cut for an element of chance;
then dealt across the play-board
of life.
:: 09-03-2014 ::
Monthly Archives: September 2014
POKER LIFE
DESOLATION BLOOMS
just once(a last chance) before
any given letter-day of my yearnings
— years, both are good on fair-
weathered daze,
my Treasures buried deeply There
across Sarah-ahara dunes conically
tease my eyeSky longings pointed
severely at my eyes I gushingly
lustfully kiss your flowerLips
and My desert of Desolation blooms
:: 09-03-2014 ::
SILLY HOW-IS
Silly how-is many times late
before the pun chaotically tickles
the slow molasses of subhuman
thought creatively. And I cry every
time my mouth laughs Those
brilliant giggle-fairy iridescent cellophane
wings // flutterHeart my tired soul on
quiet thunderThought nights.
And the crickets play their
magnificent song
between the underneath
of my longing moonlit eyes!
:: 09-02-2024 ::
TEETH BENEATH A DREAM
The little poor boy lost a tooth
and awoke the next light of day
and found a shiny coin of rich
beneath his tattered pillow.
“Mother! Look what I have found!”
“Yes, all is very well, I see the tooth fairy
has visited you of last night!” She smiled at her thin and gaunt little son. A pain cut her beneath her breastbone. She sighed.
“I shall eat a lunch today at school now mother!” And off he went for the day and happier than he had been for quite some time. The evening came and the house was calm and all had retired for the morrow. The sun rose and horror crept over the hills and seeped beneath the door of the tiny dilapidated shack.
“Mother!!! Mother!!! Where is my money! I should have 4 dollars, 25 cents beneath my pillow! ” The boy’s mother ran into the room and saw her poor little boy toothless with crimson hope caked across his pouty lips.
:: 09-02-2014 ::
LIFEBAG OF FAREWELLS
In a great-small thing of no size but larger than zero I placed a bag of velvet life roughly the length of a rocky-road mile and away it dissolved into the infinitely smallness of my LifeBag and I shed a ghostly tear — the ones that never jump from the wornEyes of dying cultures but those dried eyeballs found on summer-baked roads for hungry vultures. I said, “farewell my dreams and fears and may your journey into oblivion be as pleasant as your stay within my soul.”
:: 09-02-2014 ::
UNCONDITIONAL MADNESS
Unconditional madness:
To be possessed by a lover
who cuts you to bloody shreds
and then you lick their fangs.
:: 08-27-2014 ::
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 ::
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