Daily Archives: May 7, 2017

BELLS OF ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL LONDON

Bells of St Paul’s Cathedral
i love you
in a dreaming- slipping 
a w a y!
you take my soul with you
dreaming something unlike
my life which I never knew
my heart is a large mouth
but your notes too 
perfect for my plate!

:: 02-22-2015 ::


NO TOLL TROLL

I SEE that death crept by three hooves and a beat!
And as pregnant silence above violins stressed
strings–||dancing frets ~~~~~~~
A gnome drunk-walked scattering blackbirds
and distinctly wept by neon-lit billboards
of that glow in gleeful glamour
Of that painful spoken truth in stammer
and of fated-measured tears all consumed air
of sleepy fatigued wooden scents by
post-rain meltdown exhaustion it slept
in hungry love.

But the gnome cries;

“I’ve no reflection
to redeem & no toll
to troll by due of
fire-speaking
coins upon my eyes!”

Come butterflies come to me!
Here by the side of a wayward soul
At the strike of three-three-three
save the moaning gnome /even now
the crickets sing \ as a praying
unbetraying Mantis plays an E-string
tuned to flat _. twelve times elves
dancing prancing striking frisking
while death breaks down
laughing darkness and survives
to play the flute once again!
:: ~ ::
Rev. 5.6.2017
eprobles (c)


BoRN dEAD

jab /uh-ooh.eeh
so i’m dying dying lying like
i lied last night;like-like
n o w ~@ oweee
so i live like
i live life
so i live like
i loved life
so i l i e d!
so i i i died
i died for life
for death
for eternity~~~~~…
we are all born dead.

:: ~|~ ::


Lust & Love

Lust is the Animal
–>    &   <–
Love is the Soul

:: E.P. Robles ::