i crawl out my mouth
in spoken words
unheard by mostly the world
i drink the life by eye
letting light kissing me
and the people, the
strangely misplaced
a thing not of this world
i consider ably that i do
to keep my distance from
them too
:: 11-02-2014 ::
and I die(d) “thanking my word: so long ago”
“would you; yes you would”
“and, everything, everything…”
“if you try to breath…”
“I choke upon the flesh of my dying skin…”
“you used to be a little boy”
“…and everything, tries — and I choke believing,”
“do you?”
“and every feather, petal, leaf, and heart,
speaks (cry) loving (hugs)
M E
windy blue-waking babies
sleepy cotton too
?kissing
pillow
–smell
loving eternal something
life from me,
my womb-be!
howNow barren field
a bountiful crop
my farmer and me
rocking upon
summer dream-drench
country porch his
hand within my heart
my heart within his
:: 11-01-2014 ::
THERE, the snapping
mouths of mortals
demanding meaning.
I only replied
in mystical words:
I am the new
poet of this age
more satisfied
than Rene Daumal!
:: 10-31-2014 ::
Terrible, I assume you know your name.
Mister Terrible, the cloth of worn souls,
and shoes like holes without space beneath.
My assumption — which I have only paid by
pain and sorrow; you think beauty when
others mention you. And nature, ah! A
balanced blade upon scales, slicing life
by the kilogram, cleaving hearts and leaving
the best of life upon the table of sorrow!
Depart! Leave me and your day along with you!
:: 10-31-2014 ::
have you ever
been with never?
the lonely walk
through a forest.
and never.
and ever have you
never seen,
the beauty;
a tumbler tumbling
sweet spring?
And never.
whenever i feel
never belief
falls upon me!
:: 10-31-2014 ::
I saw today incredibly,
today just a few ticks
ago a thing that should
have never been.
Today I saw upon
two legs, a thing of pain
walking down the walk.
top hat, pocket watch.
Three steps by two.
A thing which I know
now, I know incredibly
I do! A thing of pain
upon two legs for you.
:: 10-31-2014 ::
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