there below the last of her
b r o k en h e ART
spread a love that soothed
a secret sorrow!
with life a most inconsiderate
partner of grit, emotion,
and sweat she bit,
punched and screamed,
“If you’d leave me
alone please!”
:: 03-29-2017 ::
there below the last of her
b r o k en h e ART
spread a love that soothed
a secret sorrow!
with life a most inconsiderate
partner of grit, emotion,
and sweat she bit,
punched and screamed,
“If you’d leave me
alone please!”
:: 03-29-2017 ::
being Born is still new:
UP
./ \ON strong wings after long
Rainy throaty days i grew
while wet-horny drops
+died+ seeping into mother
earth and her musty-moisty
soil; the oak’s branch
reached toward Death
(its bark loud & rough)
. the vision of the exotic
Specter too reached out
toward me and bowed while
shedding crimson tears for
my strange Existence.
:: 03-29-2017 ::