i HATE the THOUGHTS
BUT NEVER THE WORDS!
:: 02.16.2022 ::
Daily Archives: February 16, 2022
DELICIOUS ALCHEMY
STOP brevity deep broken BONE
(wept dreaming crusades)
idiotic tears upon priceless paintings
oh motif bent deep in prose
Hello Latin Church, erotic books,
unfashionable literature — say,
gonna give all my LOVE : KISS
my flesh completely OFF & village
girls \ meet me in warm green mist
tomorrow’s afternoon? / give me…
my girl: deep down inside woman
i need you ~~~~~ LOVE!
Big mouth for colorful vowels!
A alpha, Z vertigo go______
To create crusades, voyages
of discovery to never be recorded:
tear apart the fabric called
evil Time | every form of Magic
then I am alone — it was always
me.
you budding hazel warm-green afternoon.
So great and flesh of heart — tides
of war.
:: 02.15.2022 ::
DESERTS OF LOVE
it came /gave slower moo-ju
like me ~~~~ left a flat mop
dust mote floating joker
inside me : eyes
wore no shoe shine
face without war paint
‘i can still get you
right now…all for me.’
promise i can put my feet
over me/into your\heart.
Right!
Gave all pennies to begging
boy with boxed pizzas before
the sun burst onto terrible
scene | i summoned executioners
to bite the words of my prose
all while inside my deepest
death throes. Plague to choke
myself and artifacts of psyche
i never enjoyed:
A great hideous laughter said
& endured — one never heard.
Death with all its appetites
devouring all our sin.
:: 02.15.2022 ::
GIVE ME BURBON
GIVE ME BOURBON
GIVE ME BOURBON
O seasons, Chateaux
a taste of pure snow
inside the rotten Soul
Upon eyes a moon
upon finger tips
a learned sassy spell
that no one withstands
i want to take you home
give you all crypto-coin
tell mama she’s gone
ah shit: body and soul
inside Sway ] kissing you
even if bad luck comes
(my way) steel coming
to slice up that brain |
& sever a nose,
lusty prowling Cat:
hint — his ribs are stone,
the flame a death that pleases
God if ventured i prayer.
:: 0.15.2022 ::
GIVE ME BURBON
O seasons, Chateaux
a taste of pure snow
inside the rotten Soul
Upon eyes a moon
upon finger tips
a learned sassy spell
that no one withstands
i want to take you home
give you all crypto-coin
tell mama she’s gone
ah shit: body and soul
inside Sway ] kissing you
even if bad luck comes
(my way) steel coming
to slice up that brain |
& sever a nose,
lusty prowling Cat:
hint — his ribs are stone,
the flame a death that pleases
God if ventured i prayer.
:: 0.15.2022 ::
FETUS
WALK unguarded into a dirty birth
catch a bus or disregard footstep
we all live within a city called laughter
selling out at Perth
The little bugs colored amethyst
are already at their work.
Charming faces of popular people
thousands of years ago
i laid a wreath upon those
ancient artificial skies
it’s hard so hard
to find the love lost
pacify weakness
Fetch a friend who is a friend
as long as they are not late
and until they bathe at midday
within the sea.
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FUZZY ASTRONAUT AND HOLY GHOST
FOR SALE: a leather heart of thoughts
the book of lovers called ‘words’
forget how you hate
tie the tongue to a diseased palate
inside your poisoned mouth:
we sell the bodies of priceless souls
inside pristine teapots
Holy Ghost come to me
fuzzy astronaut inside case
of helmet and suit
singing forget-me-nots
watching wild phenomena below
opon Earth’s skies
From the moon’s ancient machinery
–blood and hydraulic heart
of your Mind:
Monstrous, and lit without End.
:: 02.15.2022 ::
GOBEKLI AND HISTORY
SKIES OPENED after the flood complaining (the future of you)
they stopped. i stepped off the planks of steps into a new world
with everywhere mud.
Then came the animals; a hare stopped to smell too.
No clouds but deepest blue skies
precious stones across the ground
At 700 years old i thought i was a habitual creature
so organized the streets and politics of a few
and watched the seasons and years burst — we took the
technology and knowledge of our ancients;
Gobekli and Egypt and too many civilizations to
tell — so many howled at the moon
although we’d already been there.
Time is a wave like water cascading
mind is a device of denial
summer like winter for you
a world who has lost its memory
but not the sun nor the moon.
:: 02.15.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 