Monthly Archives: July 2015


i twisted my soul inside
of your_NO and did not
weepingly cry it’s so
spreaded f e e l i n g s
ooVER tOWER ‘s MOon
the leSSly creature which_
broken snapped i did it’s
neck to breathe –>>me

whO perfectly sent
bits of brilliant pieces
toward someWhere i call
home: and my congregated
lit spot of sparkling
nonsense is shouting,
“i (just me) wish
a sliver of meaning
about this all!”

:: 07-30-2015 ::


Entwined by words
like birch
and love grew fast-
growingly with thin
life — and peeling
bearing catkin

The formal punishment
which my heart was
flogged with bundles
of your love twigs
and touching you
i say(i knew Spring,
and hot nights)”we
might have gone further
beyond the dead end road
where there was something
i held in my hand just
for you — my heart”

that bulgily world of
the round mind of
mistaken fantasy
laced __flatly
)<vastly and particularly>
alive undeluded
in my mind and heart:
still i love you dear
and forever still
beyond the last star
burning that fades

i am always there.

:: 07-30-2015 ::


IF i pretend i don’t care
if i pretend i’m dead
i don’t have to go out
on the town tonight
come on come on come on
i’m on my period and i’m
bleeding from my eyes
so leave me alone to die
if i pretend i don’t care
what’s going down
and the man who stalks me
i pretend i am dying
so dead i’m so white
you could dance with a
mannequin and you’ll
see i’m so dead
so i pretend i’m so cold
so dead so mannequin
maybe a freak could take me
but i’m so dead i don’t care
just let me bleed away
in all my pain

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IN the bright sun of a dark day
i sing and sign a work with
a triumphant flourish –killer
signature and in disarrayed eyes
an imprint of a botched incident

you’ll find it you’ll find it

i can hear the dogs of war
coming to get me i hear them

A position of my subject in
humiliation; exposure a bite
in a specific manner, i cover
the face and their hair;
tie ligatures with an unusual knot
— red flowers so crimson they
hide the hate of my heart

A portrait of eyes in a study room
shows a fixation on eyes, taxidermy
young blonde women disavowed;
disemboweled in public holidays,
“red spider” cryptic ink so red
you can find where the dogs begin
to smell them — a sick mind sings

AND I FEEL and i feel when the dogs
begin to smell her — oooh….
some craft a signature for effect
as well to set him apart as
the elite killer.

:: 07-30-2015 ::


i am the undead buried for centuries
last time was the 1990s i roamed the world
so the clock strikes three hundred years
and the undead in me returns to the world
from a crypt in New Orleans — i saved me;
crawled out and into a new world
where no human exists and even blood
is nonexistent. All shinny cyborgs
and non-emotional entities rule.
my eyes see the evil microscopic
living things born by hands long gone
: human no more and i find i am

:: 07-30-2015 ::

THE HUNTED (with some difficulty)

with some difficulty;
one father
and one mother —(.)
a soul and siblings
in whereAFTER (lost possibilities)
a lost brother by (a lot, life said)
DIED by thirty-three stab
WOULD-wounds kill the Master of
(take me) evil-life if i take me
away from you — it’s not my life
dancing mannequins inside a casket
of my personal memories: so broken,
so broken is he — || — broken.
OH! i live believing you’ll take
me away from you oh i see my life
still-born like lightning tearing
ozone and making rain from tears
mountains creeping up toward my
heart and angels look at me
with shame they did nothing.
I’m a child in a home with no
one to comfort and my Father
where were you? Don’t ever take
me home — away from you i go,
and your son too.

:: 07-30-2015 ::


UPON a full moon one more kiss
dear, one more sigh before
they come to take away
all this light that spreads
beneath eager feet in pleasure
that i treasure till i die

And they come with pitch forks
and shovels and hungry measure
that your heart glows so brightly
is like the moon at night
and they never had a chance to know

What you are
that you fell from the skies
for love and to arrest pain
the pleasure i’ll treasure
till i die

And your hair dear spreads across
this big oak we’re hiding behind
and even the moon reaches bobbing
feeling tumbling to the ground
near the hair of one as you
lie golden white
and still at your feet

and we’ll banish the pain and
sorrow with glittering silk threads
and your brightly lit heart
greater than a full moon at night
a woman from another world who came
to seek love from the sky
and we’ll banish all the pain and
all sorrow until they fish with
their lips and tongues

until we say goodbye

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:: 07-30-2015 ::


if i were to kiss a mozart
how would i know genuis
from such lips
if i were to hug a picasso
how would i feel art
from such an embrace
i should look into
such eyes and see a score
and a canvas of beautiful
color chasing daffodils
across the snowy inner land
of my own soul
and if i try to understand
what they wish to say
to me perhaps i should
never know how leaping notes
and flaming flowers of blazing
light met me on wet dewed
morning days when i was ragged
And maybe i understand since
i’m one too with reflecting eyes
weathered faces lined in pain
and so now i understand how
all of you gave the world
all your spirit to grow
so we all suffer for our own
insanity and who ever listens
— perhaps none ever will.
:: 07-30-2015 ::


IN a daze so confused i know
how the ones are so surprised.
So disposed by time and something
like life with little mouths.
i walk in a worn soul without shoes
upon the boulevard of boiling hate
and greet all the screaming faces
who hold sinking balloons and
giraffes with hunchback necks
and a little child with bruises
across his face –it’s disgrace
how he screams and no one hears
the belt across his deformed smile
and the alley way is a mine
of gold where the youth and old go
to seek shelter from a burning sun
and darkened souls who roam the night.
Oh Lord come today and wash away
the pain
Oh Lord come today and burn away
all the pain
oH! upon a wish a rapture should surprise
my soul upon this street the houses
immensely scream: ‘i wish to be in
the heavens waiting to be formed,
and love is more than knowing how
words are more than feelings
as a heart curved-shape slurping
the world.’

:: 07-30-2015 ::


UNDER a tree of life
reading a book about death
i took off my shoes
and drank in the light
oh how the skies are blue
so is my half-buried soul
i’m just a lost soul
and do the angels cry
as they surround me
as i wait for you death
like a stone thrown
into the river of life
i skip across the surface
onto another shore
where the poets and artists
perish i can see their bones
ribs like pencils
a half skull like a cymbal
oh just a lost soul
but everyday my soul says
‘hey, you’re ruled by ruse
so take a flower with you
to the other side;  they
need to see nature in all
it’s beauty where the sky
is all bruised
oh under this tree of life
i ache to be where i’m ruled
but love like this rock in my hand
is a heart turned to stone
so flat it skips across the water
onto another shore where poets
and artists perish so i’ll wait
for you here to turn this stone
into one of love again
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