Daily Archives: May 15, 2019

A BICYCLE OF DELICATE HEART

A bicycle
of delicate heart
focused
in all gossamer, thrills
the minimal slice of time

; keeps my ‘no-one’ mind
thinking i’m here but then
i see i am there too;

Around it, demonic shadows
and scared knees, bristle
i do for those rumors
humans devise:
i once lived so easy with
my eyes closed
didn’t matter that much to me
oh! bulb’s agitations;
that i never think others
are within my dreams
okay, too tune in when it’s
so fine My bicycle takes
me (me?) though i know when
it’s all a dream this ode
of Life!

:: 05-14-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c)


THEN

then,
after, as though my head a forest
there! A shiver down my spine;
with odor of roots in our nostrils
i am one to wish drowning next to this!
Like the ooze of a pregnant moment
we could kill this monstricity
of madjecal! Murmurous you darkness,
sifting down from our head
Hearts are smallest millstones
as if anything really matters //
matters to me \\

:: 05-14-2019 ::


THEN PAIN OUT OF MY WOMB

then pain out of my womb:

out of my view walking this
haunted street i walk alone upon
my dying(dEAD) heart beats for just
you & …../|\ my need for
blue & red makes me sometimes wish
i wish sometimes
to walk alone
a wolf
just one
to walk Alone.

:: 05-14-2019 ::


FORTURE OF A NUMB FACE

eye | someTIMES tear my
eyes OUT — found the last
sheep to COUNT no longer within
my MinD oh!so here we go:
In fall of light and highway,
a Child your hands upon the
wheels — him holding up in his hands
uLtimATE Delirium –\ now, here we go

–stop–

05/14/2019
e.p.robles(c)


AS WE LOVE & DIE

So beautiful is
OUR WORLD: later, when stars open out
to all this Time to the cold, i
opened the door : how you flew out to
Space
i am with you if you leave
A kiss upon
a wave with you i feel a bit more
Brave: from the dark through our hands,
the lust flew out into space
and i am with you (if you leave)
as we fly, as we love and die

:: 05-14-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019


NEW MEMORIES ARE PRECIOUS

HER voice — must have been how
her spoken voice was bland
so savory over lettuce leaf–
how it’s not my time; please
never forget how precious new
memories are.

bad products win again
bad product wins again

:: 05-14-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019