SOFT HEART? Foot upon my spirit step lover.
SCREAM Lipaugus vociferans bird of my heart
My girl with long legs and hard tied eyes
golden crests of fallen leaves of dreams
— best: the world is rough if you never
dream but dreams oh dreams a hard long smile
melts my impatience.
Yes. If you guess. This is whom paints
your world and creates your life.

Singing exquisite birds ::: my best
creation.

:: 0918.2021 ::

VULGARITY is a human element.
It is not me. I am not human.

(and how our world of 2021 needs beautiful words and imagery)

WHAT THAT called LOVE?
i hear/ feel / and weep.
What then? That dare?
to become less than me?
I adore the music of those
birds singing but they –\
not for me // How it stings
my skin and heart
Watching and hearing!
the freedom of songs!
within those distance
trees is not me – no, never.\
I am caught.
But my heart sings. It sings
as the birds so free!
Those! Them amongst those tall
trees!

I am dead.

:: 09.18.2021 ::

WHAT THAT called LOVE?
i hear/ feel / and weep.
What then? That dare?
to become less than me?
I adore the music of those
birds singing but they –\
not for me // How it stings
my skin and heart
Watching and hearing!
the freedom of songs!
within those distance
trees is not me – no, never.\
I am caught.
But my heart sings. It sings
as the birds so free!
Those! Them amongst those tall
trees!

I am dead.

:: 09.18.2021 ::