The sun has sunk, now it is calm yellow before the beast of the Moon
gives us silver light!
My cock runs down 15th street looking for the hen — she lays eggs
beneath the moon summoned in a strummed guitar-life sound! The
world swirls for her; it is time-space eating moments. Women’s breasts
swell with the moon’s tide and mensturate.
Men are totally unaware of a female composition.
Upon my tongue: sweet fetid dust of her
breath lingers upon my lips.
I am the PRINCE OF CALM.
Her female beauty cuts my arms.
My Master the root of Love.
I cool my baby — the pure blue footsteps like a waltz. I once thought I was a great painter but now know I am a poet.
Within the Month of October the police begin to cordon my words for they speak of Love.
I sail through space and time.
How funny you are today WORLD.
I eat v-jays and misuse my talents.
MOTHERS of the WORLD allow your children to
read and learn and never forgive them for
their precious born talents — it will DEVOUR
:: 10.03.2020 ::