Monthly Archives: June 2020

WE ARE THUNDER STRUCK

THUNDER __ thunder!
i was born within
the round of a road
— THUNDER!
is it rain is it what
i knew: THUNDER
Amen___ my THUNDER
STRUCK — w3 make sound
and grueling dy ing words
—::: shaking like a leaf
so began 0–THUNDER STRUCK
OH0OO THUNDERSTRUCK___ oh
amen! th7under–)SPEAKS;
lighting Walks____!

:: 06.30.2020 ::


A COMMENTARY ON WRITERS

Hemingway, i smell your cigars
like when you had a friend
shoot a cigarette out your mouth
so i smell what you are
words burning sheets of
paper like i hate me and so like my heart –>
Emily Dickinson; weed dipped in alcohol
made bees buzz your brain
plus heroin caused
time to freeze so that carriage of death
would stop for you And I’m the lonely one
who knows it hates my untouched soul
i leave it for the angels who should rape me
and take my soul into their den!

:: 03-28-2015 ::
i moved somethang around


N0W I KNOW

N0W I KNOW

i (s-o) have  many dreams
  but i don’t have
any plans
& schemes _so i don’t
have hidden anything
 mocking misery!
  oh iiiiiiiiiiiii
don’t have mystery
SINCE i don’t have
you — youohyou
  you_________eating
cr5ying walking across
A’merica trying to find
  precipice–> wild ridE!
 my Mind is star wars
mind wars sweat -describe
sacred–RIDE:  i am higher
than i’ve every BEEN _**&
   now i know how i used
wish within symphonies.

:: .06302020 ::


pINK BABY HUSH

p INK baby hush — kiss e s t l y
me..love me s e l f’ish ly
oh lips achingly touching
bruised skies (rolling within
coolish t a l l e s t green grasses__
MY knees above’er this man
called Poet and Lover

:: 06.30.2020 ::


HEAVEN’S SOLID CONGRESS

AND your strawberry eyes
with a sweet liquor!
a ,”NOBODY’s” Spirit sang
\ my own heart!
(i need) A Sweet sender brought
a wind of over-under Wonder!
(calling un)in(to despair)
fat lady sing!how
i love a mostly Large-almond-Love woman
each famous heart finding love must
end in each of everything____ (so many years
pass since I first wrote my last note)
around a wounded mind
of little fingers! A n d love is no wrong
with(a lot of you and me the faith of spirit)
c o n f i r m e d in heaven’s
solid congress! –> the message with a castes
blue bottle unto the gaping mouth of hungry
Ocean!

:: 03-12-2015 ::
:Rev 06.23.2020 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – VI

SEAS undulate a heavy wave
I see —
one too late
my fall-season life save
what a tear
— in that vast ocean
one who counts such sorrow
HE knows — comfort come
my seas pull me in that satin
bed sheets to eternally sleep

:: 03-13-2014 ::


tHE LIttLE THINGS That KILL

A Tender b l each e d   s k y
  ooh see the reds & whites
i was not wrong but so further
 from right  (like whatever i do
whatever i do)  what is large tearing
me are THE little things that kill
   THE LITTLE THINGS that kill
i swear  smothering my brain & killing
 my heart and smile —— best to forget
    so winter is SUMMER with you
it’s these smallest little things that kill
   oh kill   oh — touch my mind & lips

:: 06.30.2020 ::


WESTERN AIRLINES SEXY VOICE

THANK YOU!
You know who you are 🙂
thank you for helping to fly toward my Mother!
haven’t seen her since 1993.
And now — i owe you a great debt!
breakfast, lunch, dinner? Midnight drinks?
hehe. such a great voice and well…
i am an em-path and a very wondrous man.
give me a chance?

😛
Me!


A SMALL NOTCH WITHIN A CORNER

A SMALL NOTCH WITHIN A CORNER

A LIFE — while i don’t have plans
schemes or plans: that i have
love then nothing other than loathing
wrestling with slow twilight’s
– ooh i don’t have love to share
and just the turning of a big hand
inside the soul’s clockwork dream___

ooh you ooh you ooh you ooh you
these eyes of my poet-spirit revolves
printed saddest lines__ and with my
misery i loved her, and sometimes
she loved me too. Through moments
as these i held her within my
arms—i loved her first and she
last and to kiss her again and again
under endless sky.

:: 06.23.2020 ::

i do not know any woman other than
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson that i
could ever love. spectralphilia.


CRYING, HOPING & SINGING

True how love never fades away
there within the dark pines
where everything is tangibly real
as the phosphorus celestial moon
affects oceans & hearts;
as one day is every day —
chasing each other.

feelings
emotions tears from south
& north eating west and east
the rarest of sights: a snowflake
in June kneeing my ship of ta-to-to-too
uncovering my Heart as a ship
with a black cross — a pirate navigating
by way of a silver gull. Still, and so,
i arise before the yellowed-yoke of the Sun!
crying! As i dry my wet soul.

:: 06.23.2020 ::