Monthly Archives: June 2020

RIMBAUD WAS SHARP IN PERCEPTION

WITHIN golden fields of Wheat,–above dying Souls,
tender-pink hearted flowers, gray shadows behind
now: oblique thoughts around disks of sorrowful
memories that challenge the brightest of any
brilliant day,
i expected no thing THEN THIS!
upon a carpet of Earth, of silver filigree,
the emotions of pouring molten golden-pieces
of my feelings; two solid legs as columns
supporting this Soul of mine!

sapphire eyes off the cliff of imponderable
existence comes treasures around the rocks
of my spirit-river: the age of time an illusion
as any moment we breath — the chorus of singing
birds — young and strong!

:: 06.12.2020 ::


SCREAMING WITH A SILENT PENCIL

MY HAND is never choked by a paralyzed Voice—
within me as all is a beast of Earth partly
then Soul & Spirit by the Heaven’s named God___
the sun blinds my senses while i walk upon
the soiled weeping screaming dying lands of here
and maybe now. Now is not the past is not was
the future is more than the beginnings of Life whose
moments become memories — every all’s are every now’s
and lately my famous characters of written -forgotten
what’s feel trapped by the common condition of a skin-
suit we all shall shed one day if ever OR?
never. which is a human concept as there is always
more than this creature called ‘never.’
Never is a spoke or written emotion dying.
but always alive before this__thing we call existence.

:: 06.12.2020 ::


i r a n & B R o k-e my f e e t

WARM WOMB GAVE ME UP

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

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!