Daily Archives: July 21, 2020
so now i have eaten
all of you tiny
brilliant throats
of my heart!
i have not escaped
my madness either
: together the morning
and night meet —
today the sun and heart
oh so glory!
i forgot humanity
to live within fantasy.
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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precis give me a life-line
and off my mind
waiting and hoping academia
will come back — waiting,
flooding tears all along
university walls:
i wait
cry
and hoping you’ll come back.
(what? a precis for every
poem? Okay)
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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UPON THE SICKLE OF RAIN DROPS
OH falling spiral
of gray, white and
black bib
how you brilliantly
lived your small life
OH falling sparrow
of my love and life
all though cities have
many souls only yours
counted within my own.
my beautiful falling
sparrow within that
brilliantly lived life.
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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CASTED away
as an island
out at sea
i ate the
sunlight see?
with a mouth
larger than it
should be i
swallowed the
bright bee.
Sets me free
( | / )
\\ \|/,’_
(“)(_)()))=-
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:: 07.21.2020 ::
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Come on out come on
come out come now
Oh my pretends are
sometimes overboard
so no oh no so low
:last time i was born:
a new song hummed
below Hymen oh, heavens
/tap top rap ed
me so too soon you
see the end oh ha oh
well so |hellobYES
are so delicious
with a sun bee
torn inside HEad
.
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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Polly gone
oh polygon
what quadri-
laterals you
possess!
two-dimensional
(go) figure made
up of straight sides
(besides myself)
oh Polly’s gone
prolly so i still see
your shadows within
my head but full fleshed
within my beating heart
is why Polly’s gone
oh polygon what quadri-
laterals you possess!
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 