Monthly Archives: July 2015

July 11, 2015

THE SKINNY NECK

By EPRobles

the skinny neck
eats my heart
a woman with crimson
shoes and stiletto
knifes stabs my heart!

having ceased like white-eyed
dead heads do : a dull quarter
dated oh’8 next to my blood
a Divine Average, for who
says because you’re paranoid!
who’s the waiter and what
is a customer when everyone
feeds upon one another?
and all the mouths of “o’s”
screaming “I’m crying and dying!”
we crawl out the cradle to soon
pressing lies and secrets into
busy life ~~ hey! WAIT! GO away!
last month’s rent crawling up the
stairs yesterday’s lover decaying
in the attic of your heart
so existence has a toll
and we ride upon the Leviathan!

:: 07-11-2015 ::

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July 11, 2015

HAND JOB

By EPRobles

“i feel pretty good”
says the puppet
with your fingers
inside my guts
the finger prints
touching my vulva
and i hate
how your third
finger never reaches
my heart!

:: FUCK YOU ::

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July 11, 2015

FEELS SO LIKE BROKEN GUITAR STRINGS & HEARTS

By EPRobles
(baritone voice)
CRITICS and audiences agree: “the best horror story of a decade”
(girlie man voice)
iT’S MORE THAN a feeling
  when i kill you     more than embryo (Tate!) and Manson
dances \ Come load up on guns, bring your friends It’s (sO) fun
to lose and pretend  Who knows if ;the moon
is balloon, coming out of a puss=eye purple windows, flat rooftops!
Towers!  I say reason!  You say you’re stupid, and here we are now!
for without LOVE i do not play!
Awe so cute and dirty kitty so shy i kept her in my wet arms and say
“behind the bath house we went, so stupid, and now!  ROAR!”
i so love you girl and now turn to all my verses ~~ too dangerous
to be on the roads tonight!
so HERE WE ARE NOW
:: 07-10-2015 ::

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July 11, 2015

SECONDARY FLACCIDITY

By EPRobles

WET sheets (of sweat) ~ i’m feeling
generally believing my own mortality
i feel: primary flaccidity eyelids
closed ooh oh yeah
a loss of tension in muscles and WHEN
i felt so much hung upon the footsteps
of life and no more and don’t
you cry when i’m gone
with the skin i’ve shed
rigor mortis is a last feeling in fingers
and toes so you got time to find
it: to find it! AND where is tomorrow?
Did you run away with the feeling of love?
And whose mask do you wear? And i got
time for just tomorrow for you to find it
And when my muscles loosen –~ times gone
and i’ve gone upward toward beyond tomorrow
and i lov eyou and i had time for tomorrow
but life burns moments and there you are //

:: 07-10-2015 ::

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July 11, 2015

THE THORN IS BEAUTIFUL

By EPRobles

THE thorn is beautiful
so today i touched my soul
so focused upon my pain
and my eyes are
looking to hurt myself
to see if i still
feel the tick-tock
of time: and EveryThing
is familiar ~
i tried to ease the beating
of my heart
oh, i remember everything
and if i said everyone
is a thrum -?beating joy
and all the pain i’ve
thrown your way makes
me hurt –~ and i say,
‘my sweetest memory
and i see how you
and me were/the never-
BE cause i let you down
and so i say the Thorn
is Beautiful.

:: 07-10-2015 ::

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July 11, 2015

CIRCLES ARE PERFECT

By EPRobles

ANCHOR weight upon the
hull of my skin
and down below the waves
i met a friend or five
i was ship-wrecked
didn’t say life guard!
AND now down in the park
with hundreds of thousands
met the shadow who killed me
didn’t scream ‘help me’
i am the soul who bleeds
I magma like mother earth
it’s not quite the same
as flesh and bone but you
know ~~ souls are the same
WHATEVER you live
AND ‘WHO’ is a mind-blown
thought: ~~>i don’t think
just feel i heard your voice
and if i touch your heart
:someTHEN some like one you

:: 07-10-2015 ::

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July 11, 2015

THERESE Malfatti

By EPRobles

DID you perchance
upon the lance
of brilliant genius
touch the heart
of one keyboardist?
Für Elise~
(Herr Beethoven!)
That every student
across the world
who learns the keys
plays your heart
and He? Toward the
floorboards upon
his knees knowing
beauty and nature
are separated by
composure and ethics
one piece of
famous score!
Applause for
love and soul!

:: 07-10-2015 ::

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July 10, 2015

ABOUT POETS AND WORDS AND EMOTIONS

By EPRobles

EACH poem is not for words
nor for hanging portraits
upon the eye~
but a lesson: the emotions
are greater than any angle-STACKED
font-bite BEING!

It is EMOTION and not words
that poets should express

:: 07-10-2015 ::

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July 10, 2015

EGGshell EMBRYO

By EPRobles

does the egg adore
the embryo?
and a heart,
the emotion of
love and hate
or FEAR?
i might say:
being comfortably
home now(today)
the eggSHELL has
no bearing on embryo
and nor does the
heart with hate
or love or indifference

the universe is a child
learning

:: 07-10-2015 ::

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July 10, 2015

WHEN PROSE APPROACHES SOUL

By EPRobles

THERE IS something
approaching ‘i’
without fOr M
it is without name or address
but has scorn
then, too so i do, scorn so then
again maybe friend
and N OT FOE!
Approach it does each breath
and beat of weeping heart
:: P R O S E ::
there! My dearest friend –>NO!
IT IS ALL I AM!

:: 07-10-2015 ::

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