MOTHER’S OF TALENTED CHILDREN

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
YOU!

:: 10.03.2020 ::