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 ::
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 ::
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 ::
IN a WORD are the little things
the meaning bigger than me.
Within a Soul is great soup
the tongue and her taste great.
Inside the nest unborn eggs
unpublic – slanted sight!
My unborn babies are largely great
inside only a single name:
a lifelong dying Soul as me –
Admirning time and her quaint space.
A poet? For me yes but you for
saving grace a possibility.
:: 02.14.2022 ::
FAIRIES of dreaming memories
those famous three free fingers
damaged my trust while
the carriage of death
stopped kindly for me:
a smell of bloody air
: ghost glazed eyes aglare
hooves turned to glue.
Shekels like cobblestones
(i gave it all away)
Judas wept last night
and gaped at me shoeless
unshaven and conquered
the monsters of all time__
declared.
:: 02.14.2022 ::
A blossom of heart
a brain of red storm
that soars in swarms
of indistinct dreams
holding frail fingers
of silver nails
writing two charming
words:
“loving you”
And within the scene
of heavy hair where
dew falls my trembling
fingers wander
wide blue skies of
kisses bathing jumbles
of blooming flowers
merci, interrupted by
trembling and saliva
whispering resumptions
on the lips or desire
for kisses___
A soul rising and dying
that constant desire
to weep in gray indolences.
:: 02.14.2022 ::
TODAY i find myself
unlike centuries ago.
No carpetbaggers, nor
vague emotions.
Inferior moods buried in
unmarked romances; here now
are people enthralled by
anti-nation and rogue science.
:: 02.11.2022 ::
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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