Daily Archives: July 7, 2020


ALL smiles chill inside as streets scream asphalt
dark — shimmering vials so broken/hearts\
smiles so croquet leave behind time:
a need for sophisticated
selection mystifying –> all we know/ fingers lightly
upon ivory keys and my heart upon the minor
tones of a fugue
— tongue.
eating desert sand tasting heaven’s ceilings above
who have ever died in dirt and exploded above
dangerous clouds — everything human.
As if hearts dwell in solitude–Oh, does your
phosphorus heart light the em-pty crests of desert
sands while digging bruised, lifted, spreading
trees of i stretch them in the air –?
My bloody hands, reads from the book of Poverty
and Death — hooks within a gapping mouth of God
— cannot utter words nor sound nor breath, nor kiss,
is love and love within its finest moments
before death.

which shapes existence and within subtle curves
and ever must — the mystic homeless One.

:: 07.07.2020 ::


WHILE tears DROP     inside
the cavern of m\y heart
   perform no miracles
for me,  but sun justify
laws to me which, as years
and elders of generations
pass on by —
   all soundlessly unfold
within a tall unforgiving house
   unfold, was one who arose from
this feast and so went forth —

 BECAUSE a voice from somewhere far
off in the East (ooh) spot which sought
  a great congregation extinguish my eyes
 i am blind.  and children scream, ”
trying to find you…”  
      where stands the great Church
which memory forget.”  

  Oh yellow desert stream in within
deep nights i dig for you, O  Treasure!

:: 07.07.2020 ::


Her glance glows & lingers of otherwise
beating feelings within her Breasts
Oh if and of her soft pure thighs
blind y o u within her grace,
nature or voice of human speaks
only one of this thing to unwieldy the
arch whence issues a new emotion.
Nor could a stark and stunted
root display her youthful vibrancy
beneath the shoulders of Life,
no, not speak as we within the fur
upon a beast of prey, nor speak forth from
their lines like a Soul of Life —
these memories of youth for youth
and older Souls to remember :
we live life in circles that grow wide

and endlessly unroll.

:: 07.06.2020 ::


i am not the mud not the footprint
of ancient man but a shinning lit
point of a forming light
within dripping tears
No, not a monster or sunshine
at dark — so such our mouths
sing, “we know things so wrong”
just like everyone else…
i used a brush upon an ancient
rock to remove the ages of tears
revealing Summer when this
ancient town died : and n0w \
feeling love. Within a moment
we kissed and hugged at home —
then we died.
i am not the mud not the footprint
of ancient man but a shinning lit
point of a forming light
c r y i n g for anything to remember
we were once alive and living
as a people.

:: 07.06.2020 ::