Daily Archives: February 16, 2022

PAIN

i HATE the THOUGHTS

BUT NEVER THE WORDS!

:: 02.16.2022 ::


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.

:: 02.15.2022 ::


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 ::