contumacious//
some nameless Persian Genius in a copper crown
as the swallowed planks within their abysses;
to turn pale with shame
and yet with eyes very open to pretend
to see angelic waves of Ocean’s life.
oh! how sweet it is to abruptly snatch from
one’s insane mind a perfect day:
on weekenders it’s such fun that if we die our appearance
of everyone’s miseries —meanwhile, we drink the blood
of enemies by licking their wounds.
::/6\30\2020/::
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WORDS of love — so maybe dear
tell me how you feel: hmm
hmm oh like poems; colors
bleed into rainbows watching
humans watching them
So dear allow me to hear
the words i want you to say
oh words are love and soft
(darling: i love you)
hmm hmm oh hmm yeah
now hold me close and tell me
love is real.
:: 09.08.2020 ::
at the edge of Bliss
& we shall play ~ with flowers all in your hair/ parsley and
sage with Time in mine\ in time remember me — i shall
kiss you as the true love of mine
tell the world i found a deep forest green within your Soul
where i chased butterflies and laid in the greens
a true love of mine without clouds but blue skies
(oh sprinkling purples, blues and pinks — within your
thigh i found the nectar of a circle of raising Love)
the fairies of woodland communities sing, dance and laugh for this
kind of love as ours (all under a windy cloudless sky)
between us is water and air and untold famous kisses
sickle tall and growth inside
souls of sunshine — not forgotten
but the true of love mine.
:: 08.07.2020 ::
A connotation of love
— and to life
sharpens this temporal splendor
of the night
i want to live down eager
streets of lifelessness
wind, wind, wind, the notes
of harmonica asking, ‘did
you once love someone?
as the final feather floating
down a whirl-wind in the final
brain___
as when down eager boulevards
of purple rolled in velvet
beyond doomed thoughts feels
crumbling silence
and seriously smiles
as when i have sometimes thought
of you too.
:: 09.07.2020 ::
A COMPROMISE.
THEN? Eternity.
It is numbers
beneath thoughts.
A tower of Souls,
a weak cry.
Evening dying
A day that’s on fire.
Souls with mouths eat
their throat —
in their common way.
Defile the trickster
you stole away.
The body’s skin carries
the satin embers of
this brilliant glow.
To apprehend the thorn
that twists within your
side — what? Eternity.
It’s fled with the sun
and gone to the sea.
:: 09.03.2020 ::
MY heart open:
to give my treasure to you
my tiny world of a forever
summitless peak until i heard
my soul singing along with a bird
: a chorus as wide and long as
the greatest desert; as nothing like
the joys of that voice!
i eat the flames of heat and taste
the dry sands of the Sahara Desert —
dreaming of grass and rains (all are
WITHIN my HEART!
:: 08.31.2020 ::
MY heart and mouth so full and loaded
my poor mind dribbles at the brain stem
— caporal! women squirt love and gleem
within eyes (no dirty words) under the
full pregnant moon and marshy land
i felt this gift — such a blessed
single laugh, my poor mind dribbles
at the stern of my spine___
in the night time we go
so entertained by o abracadantic waves
so hello hello! so lewd, so ithyphallic,
a wheelhouse a whorehouse a heavenly
undeniable pleasure of corrupted pleasure.
i ask the porcelain woman to take
my hands Bacchic hiccups and her slim hips
i swallow my heart inside pleasure
she is over me and assured as all i know;
heaving and thrusts of love and meaning.
:: 08.31.2020 ::
i would sink if the moon left these shores! picture of myself,
bright floods! seeking shadowed roads. Of yellow and green
cellophane hearts –into the willows of an old courtyard.
O my dying quiet hearts of arts and words of black dog,
brown shepherd hungry formasters — bitter peaches upon the ground :
while sulfur and evil drown in shallow swims.
Oh but Lord! through amaranths and Sahara blues as fire and creepers
seep through the widow’s cage! i walked Guianan without shoes
and flew through the ducal window on such a moonlight as the blessed bindweed.
Across ages of time and hordes cross our aged Europe.
Every soul crosses the moors — all warriors!
:: 08.31.2020 ::
Shinning through the skies & of nothing particular continually towards the dark azure, where minds and hearts shimmer __
eats souls and young hearts in your young evening
— the tulips, all colors and a pessaries of ectasy!
i said hello, when the weather was wet and tight
for their living; the lily dring pink loathings
from your lonely mouth!
i screamed into the night and heard no thing
love crosses through customs ; your purple
bra bathe, swells in the morning breeze
— as a painter i painted roses as your
vagina / swollen with a thousand octaves!
i am the son and the heir of a criminal
heart of lust and soul — you shut your mouth
taking of blue lotuses or sunflowers,
pint footprints of basset-hounds in moon’s
silver twilight;
oh, shiny vulgar sex object-man:
i go about things the wrong way —
dickinson window stanz form;
following young girls making communion!
i pull the weeds and the old greenery,
standing upon their own — they go home
and want to die. pulling vegetable fancy
flowers — forsaking cock-‘d men;
and old gallons — not rattlesnakes.
just vegetable dolls.
:: 08.31.2020 ::
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