[winked the passerby
kissing a ghost only
seen by jaunt eyes]
below
Soul to Soul in heaven
body to body in mud
teens teaming furnace
creating new suns
ate the worm-word
killing the mind
of a poet/became a
butterfly of indescribable
color\kissing for the first
time is bigger than the
nuclear bomb.
:: 01.10.2022 ::
waiters and presidents
bartenders and poetry-wives
this pitiful boring life
was self-appointed without
the gavel’s gravel of
broken words
the water’s fire dozes
off to become forgotten dust
of aurora borealis’ gaze
the payment of perforated lies
cuts deeper than the blade’s
edge of forty days and nights
as my poems begin to really hurt
i feel so bare so hard to cry
having known that unknowing is
like hating but loving my ex-wives
(who i fought for love before)
so waiters and presidents
bartenders and poetry-wives
this pitiful boring life
was self-appointed without
the gavel’s gravel of
broken words
:: 01.10.2022 ::
i touched your leaf
then ran away
and some of you
came home with me
parasitic plant
how i feel
is how you see
a blade of grass
without a leaf
a buried soul
within a root
a beating heart
inside the tissue
of a vine
i’m blown away
all because of you
And by your method
you germinate
as my soul abdicates
releasing myself
inside your life
lovely hungry
parasitic plant
:: 01.10.2022 ::
BENEATH my adoration
i see you my whore
the one who is dying
runs to hide living
under the skirt of
unseen skies
No one sees this mystery
like a headstone within
a forgotten graveyard
rare as the fennec beyond
a mirage and golden leaf lard
as sacred memories fill my
pockets with destroyed evening’s
stars
lavation
:: 01.10.2022 ::
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