Monthly Archives: August 2016

A HUNDRED POEMS XV

sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane
so empty
a petal- less flower weeps!
stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rising kissing horizon
that is my faith
my dear
that shower my vane
until it be full
of the power of light
to feed my withered
soul!

 

:: ~ ::


DARE

WHAT dare the mind dream!
what care does a pregnant
woman have to own!?!
   And what is it that
thinks these things?
   a broken heart?
   the dead lover?
   or more …?
She has to own everything
  that life grows within —
selects her as an Equal!
:: 08-07-2016 ::

A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIII BIRDS & DREAMS

i do miss
the feathered
creature
the tickle-beak
upon my hand
as i feed her
with all my

d r e a m s
flying dreams!

:: ~~ ::


je suis déchiré

je suis déchiré entre
mots
je suis déchiré entre
pensées
je suis déchiré entre
la peur et la vie !

:: 01/08/2016 ::


CARDBOARD BEES HUMMING ALIVE

i climbed from Negative
billionth of none
to tell myself, “i have
no place to hide”
and the police at the
scene of that suicide
said: “he’s a saint,
of another tale.”

So then i left Earth
(counted to a million,
i felt) had a silver
spoon full of royal
bumble bees who kiss
me and all Humanity
whose sleeping with
most of the guns.

:: 08-03-2016 ::


DISMEMBERED THOUGHTS

/  Hello i met you on the blue line
shared stories & morning coffee
Tokyo is so quiet on Fridays
but she is talking a lot so
Saturdays are like Sunday-
mourning talking-head shows
Hey, did my bones really
hurt you? I tried so hard
to show you I have a split
tongue/brain talking about
every eutrophic thing;
so every blue line
so every little inch
think i’m so boring
eat the sushi tongue
reaching down your throat
cleaning your teeth upon
my skin gives Buddha a
climax of universal thought
kiss the dog
kiss the street lamp
kiss the steps
kiss my head
it’s all angel hair and then
we’re gone //

::; 08-05-2016 ::


FUNERAL DIRT WITHIN MY MOUTH

so i died just today like yesterdays and
i’m a friend of my own mind so ugly
And today i sang angelic songs cause
i’m so past flesh … yeah, past
yeah, past yeah past …
And if i’m lonely i speak to myself
and once heard how
faulty my pluming is from the bottom
to the top of my sun-bleached skull
yeah yeah yeah
yeah oh yeah
yeah!
I carry your corpse within my heart
I killed you when you died ~~
and ate the funeral dirt in my holy mouth
and now so happy cause
in my head i found years
of everyday i cared 4 u
i’m so past flesh
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
and if i’m lonely
i just speak to myself!

:: 08-05-2016 ::


VARESE’S DESERTS

I watched a tender
blue sky seep into
sleep and
saw the dark claws
of rough black earth
awaken
And the moon itself
sucking bones and
dirt from Earth
into a funnel
toward Heaven
This I saw while
being born
This I know as
each small day
i die //

:: 08-07-2016 ::


THE CONSEQUENCES OF BLISS

What morning sky!
[and the air will not
let you go]
what blue fair air!
[and the ground shall
receive you]
what gracious gift of life!
[crush! …remember to
always look up when singing]

:: 08-07-2016 ::