Daily Archives: November 14, 2014

JENNY AND HER DEATH

AND is Jenny getting any
I saw her melting today
across a glass-pane store
HER rape was a Sunday dress
and tall stiletto death too
I heard her gasp inside
swallowed my innocence
But I don’t know what it means
She’s the one who died today
and I saw her smile too
I ran away into my mood
and dreamed of the smell
Jenny left a spot of soul
upon the sidewalk I walk
so pretty Jenny I love you
But I don’t know what it means
the stain again rapes my dark
hidden singing dreams
but I don’t know what it means
I don’t know what it means
But I love Jenny and her death

:: 11-13-2014 ::


LITTLE BIRD

Your tulips and balloons flying
all across a shining night
like lovers I want to fill
a memory just full of you
My new life of loving

Stars so brightly shinning
and you make a romance
inside of me like a knee-knocked
heart faintly say my name
when I nighty-night

And tell me I’m just a little bird
snuggled inside you, strong nest
Come morning we’re the first
to eat and chirp lips-bursting

I watch the sunrise my fireBird
wing-to-wing swinging dreams
the wood’s citizens know us
we’re what dreams are ever they be

Oh, falling, flying, sleeping, dreaming
I’m longing to linger until your done
dear, I could  never stop dreaming
until sunbeams stop beaming

And I make a promise to you
I’ll dream, dream a little dream
of you!

:: 11-13-2014 ::


HI-TECH GOLEM

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The smart phone is killing the mind,
the wet sponge, an abstract small nut
within the white shell.  It’s
demise is a thing locked within
the spirit of creative engineering.

I am holding regardless.
Bundled within my tight
blanket it smothers,

It’s inviting;  at red lights,
truck stops, bookstores, and strip clubs.

An allure of shiny machinery;
the magical device,
connecting souls
to the honey hole
of all our desires.

A true confession requires
deep admission, and the cloak
of denial is the largest entrance,
and technology has the largest door.

Built not of clay but polycarbonate
is its face
our friend is a liquid display
of glass like Alice we look into
the mirror for lying truths.

My hi-tech golem I love you
my aching fingers do
more than the lover
across the table for two,

But the golem of hi-tech
cannot thinkSpeak, like Sanhedrin
described when Rav Zeira asked
a question, there was no reply…

NOT YET…

:: 11-13-2014 ::