FOREVER is not a given thing ~~

it is a memory

what is love but not eternity?

how love can build and destroy

cosmos alive?

as flesh wastes away

after death ~~

love stands strong astride

with intact personality.

:: 10.25.2023 ::

Five pennies and it’s not worth what it used to do
Love like 30 years ago the same now children grown asking us
what we leave for them

The answer lies within us cause their souls are lost

so mother take my smile smile away cause i saw you raped and cry

Oh Souls lost
because they cannot find
What this life’s for

I wished to put her into the ground
but someone burned her body to ash
so i cry not knowing where to go

A ring on a finger
A paper by a judge
A job working for life

I see your pain
because you wonder
what’s this life for

For decades talking about sensibilties
In dreams I shoot them but this long black cloud
tells me this is just a bad dream

I walked sidewalks for Souls and wept
I stole the yellow bird
that lives in diablo sex
he has a summer house in Phoenix
and teaches young girls how to seduce
Men, Women, I want to leave you and how
I’m not joking I want to leave you
upon double-winged angels God please remove my unquinched thrist, my skin, and my thoughts full of illusions | baby, babe, baby, I will sleep it runs upon
the rooftops mumbling, shivering, making violent
love with cats.

:: 05.28 .2024 ::

Death is a daisy slumbering

by the fervent Madonna’s feet

And those thousand delicate scents,

Dusky as an armpit,

Crimson as a heart,

Slumber in the forms of naked women

Who rest in fields or wander streets

In quest of love’s faintly gilded strawberry.

Blue, Blue arose and fell.

Spiky, Thin whistled and sought to intrude, yet

did not pass through.

On every corner there was a din.

Fat Brown was ensnared, seemingly for eternity.

Apparently. Apparently.

Great big houses suddenly collapsed. Small houses

remained standing, unscathed.

A thick, hard, egg-shaped orange cloud hung suddenly

over the town. It seemed to dangle from the steep

steeple of the Town Hall tower, tall and angular, and

radiated violet.

The citizens heard a guttural cry.  Which brought tears.

Profound feelings of great despair. 

As some realized beneath fingers, a realm unfolds,

in keys and strings as a tale retold,

of Handel’s hand and heart’s decree

A symphony of pure esprit.

:: 05.12.2024 ::