Monthly Archives: July 2018

PURSE OF QUESTIONS – IV

AND if we dream.
Quietly as though  the babbling brook
demands so.

AND there by the trees
a hobble-cobble moon goes telling
sweet thoughts.

WITH pine in air
and stiff nipples / expectations like dreams
touching goals.

There are no impossibilities
just fears and blocked roads
by brain we the insane
mostly never overcome!

:: 09-30-2017 ::


PURSE OF QUESTIONS – III

A very busy mind full of broken
shaped happy forgottens
two eyes to see A third
to know

This hand and that tongue
this foot and that lovely
word:

CYNOSURE

IT HAS those many points and
like matrix math it flips/
flops over all other points/
like my thinkingMAYBE
might be a bruise upon
deceptive causes

And those goddamn questions!
poking a calm bed of ants
prickly scalp scratching
ideas LIKE those we all
tuck inside our lower basements
until the snow comes

My fire burns very brightly
to incinerate the weakest won!
:: 09- 30-2017 ::


PURSE OF QUESTIONS – II

touch, touch, touch
this and that.

kiss, kiss, kiss
our landscape of love.

breath, breath, breath,
the brilliant light of you.

As you are swimming within
my eyes and I am too.

A secret rumor we only know:
We think we love each other.

:: 09-30-2017 ::


SERENADING PINK BUTTERFLY

PINK serenading colorish puffBLEW!
Fragile like my heart is on
this-IS most beautiful grouse moor
like evening that i must endure!

Endure i must a few caterpillars
to dance with you my pink propelled
flower-like butterfly!

Yes Robert! Yes! Butterflies are
self propelled flowers!”

To flutter someone MYHEART as you
flitter-do //that the many-who
never so much as do — to take
the time to be a butterfly too!

LIfe as a setting board has pinned
the many-most as chrysalis
— frozen like meaningless
many who never WHONEVER’ish
their way to oblivious ends.

:: 07-27-2018 ::


Strawberry Letter #23

Poetry


ORGANIC BRAIN

Poetry


BLUE MORPHO

Blue Morpho Poem


NIGHT KILLER

NIGHT is a mushy killer of

daylight whose victim

destroys shadows flattened

entities felled by object(ions)

-(prison splits minds, you)-

AND

a dreamy jury listens -!-

DAYlight rises vampirically like

the first felled Angel /(that

holy golden blood nourished it’s

first victim called

in

som

nia //.\\ )    in  a  world  that

continuously dreams.

:: 07-16-2018 ::


NOTHING GOES HERE

[nothing goes here] YEAH go on a

bastardSLAP bang )OOPS(

that year a salty tear fell

cascaded down my brown THIGH-eye

know my weakness is bad relationSHIPS

leaving every port where my heart

)OOPS( drowns. The worst Broadway

play axed half in wholes like

Picassoic strokes —do i hate it—

\\trickytricksterfuchsakes//

Y )OOPS( ES
of course.

:: 07-16-2018 ::


CONTOURS

THE contour of a

popped kernel

Slipped into my mind

as a silliest

th ought popcorn

pops is a mean guy

who viciously beat

the woman who loves

me. i like eating

popcorn but hate

pops.

MY kernal of #truth!

:: 07-16-2018 ::