DRESSED within your black frock coat
darkly lecturing among the dead flayed
and white faced interns — next to tunnel railing
with white cuffed sleeves sketching a prose unknown
and Dr. Franklin West studiously taking notes
— the operation upon a dead body has no mouth
to scream.
the conservative operation
for osteomyelitis /and amputation out of question;
an advance sight for its time — prevention of
infection is seen.
:: 06.19.2020 ::
WELL, that no one is serious at a young age;
–cacophony of laughter and endless nights
And avant-garde blaring cafes are the very worst
to clear a mind — if not a true poet.
— memories as shadows weakly limping and a liver
requesting what last drink you consumed —
i once strolled beneath a green fluorescent
light on the promenade//i once lost my tongue
and saw it caterpillar-like crawling on a fine
June night; i think then i lost my eyesight
and now require echo-location like a creature
that never spoke!
There! The fossilized town in amber-time;
everyone is frozen until i speak toward any
of them — for eternity.
:: 06.19.2020 ::
The sun, calmed by the souls that Life feeds
pours burning and sweetest night’s air
to Listen is as water flowing over the surface
of smooth river rocks — How & now melancholy
are the naked shingles of Earth very full-
blooded; to hunger for the antique youth
of someone else we once dismayed — the immense
pullulation of all embryos!
In the bellicose weakened birthing morning
of yellow sun’s Light are physical masterpieces,
the violent gums and silver-hammering beating
flowing heart’s blood! As my heart began to beat!
I followed a swallow into the open fields;
my feet as crystal columns broken by themselves
upon my thin neck!
:: 06.15.2020 ::
SWEET music hungry waves
/a loud flight of birds\
sunlight before my dark shades of dimmed
complexity, — /all memories beating against
the shores of sands ebbing through yellow
foilage of my heart’s bent alder-waist
, an image caught within my biolight –>
regret, melancholy honey by
99F of a distant murmur of dried moist
black mittens held by hungry kittens:
feed me feed these mouths of
murderousClaws agate, ?she hid?
in the other too finding sweetness
–>
eyes of gold and onyx
my ex-mistressess — muite and screaming
from the depths of all their graves
echoing a voice, I raise!
:: 06.15.2020 ::
\
TH3n the sky so pale as trussed trees !
hips smiled at brightly red leafs
to nonchalance a floating Lightly;
excesses of wrinkled pools of gentle
tendered skin’d papers of a foolish
poet: diligently carving thoughts into
lonely shades of limed avenues
: rendered mordant blue.
*(BREATH)*
Deceivers of charming coquettes
bow–> although the paint wet
dreaming wishingly devouring/
THE INNOCENTS.
:: 06.15.2020 ::
S C R E A M I N G winds
this dream! STRANGE
and penetrating
of WHO’S ever
unknown, whom i once loved?
who loved once me?
and who’s never —
each moment of this moment
no longer piercing
my tender hearted death
clear for her alone, is
no longer a problem…
deeply digging a grave
for two how cool the sweat
upon my brow with her
cry ing & weeping:
her’s to understand while
standing deeply withing the
grave she digs.
:: Rose thick and black ::
06152020
i don’t have pleasantries
while i cry … losing you
i don’t have anything
since i don’t have you
i don’t have romantic eyes
and no happy heart
oh no happy things
since i lost you
the day you walked out
on me –> oh
i don’t have any more love
to share
oh mother she left
___since i lost you
oh you oh you oh you
no more hope & dreams
since you misunderstood
a confused mind & heart
i don’t i don’t have anything
since i lost you.
When you walked out on me
I walked in misery.
so i don’t have love
to share
since i don’t have you.
:: 06.15.2020 ::
i was a winding windy road full of turns
as curves possessed by you; i was a
morsel of many moments — you fired up a
temper when born__ i love you ?and hated you:
— if someone like wonduring thoughts
like my jealously — too hard too greedy
–you possessed me: i fall catching fully
my what-would-be what-would-be when i needed
you –> hated you: every night and my wonder-be
my wonder-be is if you catch me so i j u m p
so far can you see? so far allow the animal?
— if it gets dark if it’s kind’a a mind
lost within you within me__ my mantra: my mantra
i love every-night and my wonder-be my wonder-be
i cannot catch my throat…please be my always
that wonder-be —ooh if you got it — imagination.
:: 05.11.2020 ::
I FEEL THE DRIZZLE OF RAIN
all within my diffused Brain
and even though within my head
the rain flows down toward my
heart: trying to use words that
are of no avail / i do not doubt
i stand alone with the only
truth i know; i know i am more
than a storm but the beautiful
Light above bruised skies
:: 05.24.2020 ::
Into the splendor
of the day’s sunlight
Into the tender fray
of love’s sight
I kiss you
I kiss you
I kiss you
We wander along
together ~
singing our song
So much stronger
falling in love
while dancing
to birdsong
And I don’t care
what the day may bring
as long as the bird’s
sing and the moon
brings me to you
I’ll always take
~ a chance
I’ll always sigh
~ a little sigh
while stealing
a little kiss
from my Love
While dancing with
my love within the
dreamy moonlight
And singing along
with the birdsong
all night long
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