Daily Archives: March 28, 2015

DREAMS DRIFTING AWAY

AND wide-eyed dreams like when I’m
with you so you say singing softly
and wind touching our hearts I am stoned
watching you a little hug
but eyes say dear we’re brightly
shining stars leaving worries
behind dreaming
And when the seas bring her breath
upon the shores I’ll kiss you
and wish I was a seashell singing
‘dear sweet dreams until love finds you’
and I’ll be here waiting
blue skies like
carnivals and pink kites
over white caps and worries
buried at sea
oh la la de la
children laughing
dogs barking I’m missing you
some day you’ll find
I was the dream
you let drift away

:: 03-28-2015 ::


THE JUKEBOX ATTIC

My smiles are all inside
a jukebox attic of your
forever never-forgiving
bone cave mind!
I have a chisel sharp-thought
bringing me freedom
and you wish your highness
could bring every man
to his knees.  I forgot my
parakeet who speaks
all the seedless words
of your tongue.
To wait for a simple sentence
conjures an ink-dipped heart.
I’m just a tattoo kiss
upon your heart.

:: 03-23-2015 ::


THE SCORE OF ETERNITY

I held the beautiful glass-eye
ocular avenue of sightless souls
— reducing me,
I know.  That thirst!  To see
what must be but beyond sight!
And always, the smell of Spring
FLOWERS & buzzing BEES — I
think love and death composed
the Score of Eternity!

:: 03-23-2015 ::


VULGARITY OF LIFE

The vulgarity of life
like-voices to voices,
each one sharing nothing
but the fullness of noise!
I tell you, when I am three-
hundred years of age
I should still cringe
at such superficiality!

:: 03-24-2015 ::


A THOUSAND WORDS FILLING THE VOID OF NOISY CITY LIFE

you’re irresponsible!
beating my blue tongue
i had the epiphany
of the divine
supernatural being
so Jesus wears gold chains
reaching for burritos
inside a cold freezer!
And I hadn’t had a piece
of ass forever!
the funny dog rubs
his ass on shag carpet
and my drink o’Merlot
spilled a splash of
Van Gogh on my impressive
chest — it’s not like breasts
but like the invincible
unobtainium of my brain
Geeks.
Screaming crows on my fence
keep Emily away — gee i c
she buried a brass tube
in her garden — one more
solo?  Hey!  Yeah!
She took the drums
beating feathers like a fly
buzzing the death of our
souls!

:: 03-27-2015 ::