tonight i chased my mind
outside the walls of life
i spied the skies — moon
oh silver bright white
i held my hands as might
two lovers this night
but found only reprise
inside my scarred heart
this night
tonight
i kissed air
and memories
the rest: a beautiful
fantasy of words and song.
:: 02.09.2022 ::
BY deep purple night as land and air lay
was tight as time as this was might
brimming love tonight
My heart gave into the vein of green
it gave unto blissful sky
a moon and sun as son
a mother buried into the Earth
tonight /we sang through tears
we sang with love\
If by love then by Soul
forgiving all sin
that lovers can control:
what? Nothing. A torrential
river we swim!
is true LOVE.
:: 02.09.2022 ::
(I preface this with: FUCK YOU)
I ONCE made love to a corpse
it was still warm with lies
It was bad weather like her eyes
AND she asked, “have you ever
fucked a living soul?”
Then, once, as I remembered:
“Within the absence or presence
of sun once I laid with a woman
and gave her subsistence by love
only to be hated by her.
Death only wants more death.
And her corpse’s flies ate her
through and through.
:: 02.09.2022 ::
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