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 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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] 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 ::
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 ::
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