Daily Archives: April 4, 2019

/AS WITH NICOLAUS COPERNICUS\

My neck has stretched above the clouds
the Adamic Apple tickling stars —
and my Love is here and there upon
every footstep i have walked.
Life is not just Pain.
Nor just Love.
But fear and Joy
Morbidity and a shade of nudeness
IF the Soul is inclined to explore
God’s backyard. Cowards! Most of us!
To shade your shame within religion
or a sense of higher ground for weak
voices. Shame. Shame upon the lot!
The Sun is brilliant.
and still your mystery!

:: 04-03-2019 ::


MY FREEDOM IS SKINLESS

MY freedom is skinless AND it flies
sometimes when i am at a red light
and other times within deeper dreams.
The madness of existence encased
within meat sickens me. i dream
of carving myself out of wet matter.
But the blood red is beautiful.
Nothing compares to bleeding Life.
Metaphorically and Literally.
Tragically. Romantically.
LIGHT also cries.
within colors of flashes.
Supernovae. In ways that
no human ear has ever heard.
Nor eyes have or could see.
The heart knows.
An experience beyond HUMAN.

:: 04-03-2019 ::


WE’RE THE WAITING

JESUS cries!
you look within
my eyes: what do you see?
All the dreams — and
anger. My ego never
died says an apostle
50 pieces of silver
like Mussolini and
Hitler /soil soaks
souls\ you knew ! ||optics
24 hours coverage for
eons — Babylonian
dust like crustal shift
many civilizations ago
all a part of life
& death on this rock
called Earth. Recycle.
Replenish (fucking)
building towers of stone
and sweat and tears!
You the One called Evil!
Don’t! No! Stop! Pole
stiff and shift we’re
washed away once again
as the World ends.

:: 04-03-2019 ::


FiRE

Give me a number tell me a lie
call me broken you taught
me evil then i knew:
I will find my way
into you. And then
the skies called me i knew
i would someday find you.
I AM YOUR NAME I AM YOUR WAY
she smiles she sings
“My name is vengeance oh yea
my god is Anger my legs are
strong.”
So i walk inside the desert
i walk within the sands eating
my poison — so shameful | i
heard ‘liar’ i smell fire
the fingers of god drew
my heart — the well of water
saved me from His anger.
And Love survives my weakness
|my body is ruined. My mind
is heartbreak: walk to me.
Devour our Love.

:: 04-03-2019 ::


LACRIMOSA. TEARS

Eternal sadness i
write. Within the beauty of literature
that i am embodied within, for, in my
excessively rapid writings of sentences
. simply stated: my weakness is the
elementary understanding of Time.
I do not grasp it. My mind is untethered.
And forgive me my precious readers.
No great magnificence (and who disposes
the element of time?). my little feet as
once i was a child were wet with the humid
tears of the deep south. Upon the Mississippi
River the sun seemed to lower itself upon the
muddy banks. the fish and the water upon
that evening lowered itself upon the horizon.
Swimming. On mind. On time. On Space.
The large legs of the Sunshine Bridge
broke its light. And within the distance
sugarcane sweetness. Is Louisiana.
My sweet land. My sweet tears.

:: 04-03-2019 ::