i loved-like love the Spirit of our Heads
standing tall upon the stalk of a neck
seeing colors unknown; feeling feelings
like boiling heat –> and that boiling
stench is the others who are always lost
||||| i am never between 2
walls ||||| and the face like a sky
looks down and calls my name and i hear
my Soul scream
the beetle has it’s dung; the famous
have their money, but no one is anyone
like i am so Spirit of this Universe
come and won’t you come and teach us
the secrets of all.
:: 10-13-2017 ::
