Daily Archives: June 11, 2020

i r a n & B R o k-e my f e e t


i R A N & B R o k-e
my f e e t

falling/felling —> f e e l i n g s and & i (say
exasperating my L U N G S of nature’s criminal WHORE
\\ wait! /// i am a l ready floating (la la la)
come on! Cha’mon! /beneath the light of falling lit STARS
we fell into the dark pit of love/ no one can save true romantic
hearts here where there are muted shouts of pain and undying
convictions of Being___ oh come to me/leave your skin behind\
be Spirit and Soul. Oh come toward the Light of devouring
expression. OH! baby! Come to this dance hall of duty!
I ‘ am true confession so like purple baby breath….i die
for you and tonight confessions like a student with grey
pupils and her teacher saying, “come on now i am your daddy”
puss and within our, “i just don’t care………..”
Come on you fetus-breathing dead babies piled upon the garbage
can of, “slaughter your animal emotions!” says the baby, with
purple lips, “so glad to have met you — i don’t care what you say
this womb was warm but bleeding and i am a anti-precious passion
of one night — why why why me?

:: 06.1.2020 ::


wings of glory

i have read the /\
and around the madness this

/come comes came the literary
–> literal wisdom of Ages___soon
to be BORN. i shall never dress
my head with butter but with sunLit
grace of the Great Thing. That who
ever made my tongue so sharp__family
or the gift of lit chrome Souls.
I know nothing between the inferior
thoughts of humans & science. I am
no thing you see of me: this skin of
chemistry and biological folly — that may
burn my skin and hunt my mind______do not
drink the ancestors of those of Mighty Race!

I have entered the true kingdom of “the Dead
within my stomach!” As when the moment pitches
hunger and as God is my Strength! I have devotion
for the weak and treaded lives. I am as far gone
as their life who once flowed through work — now
adrift above the common sense of adulation.
That i die in Hell of tormented affection i bleed
upon the noble ambition of my baptism of Life.
what is this judgment of perfection? The stones
within the Lake of Horror of my stupidity___ you
if strong come — otherwise keep your distance!
No faith in history no jealous pity from other
poets. I am no longer of this world. Hell! Within your
ecstasy close your deformed eyes and the cruelty of humanity
you feed my brain — paint your future popular paintings
and write your operas and unpopular poetry! Rudiments
of Madness and your invented words and colors!