l o v e. elephants too.
. ants. /\ R doing all that
couldn’t be done. Smiles Making
All that’s unmade and her SHE’s
best with peanut’s butter so LOVE
show me EASY not a thing so undone
save all who cannot be saved
hug the porcupine and the insane
and in the end it’s the moon or maybe
even Mars — where they inhale
Laughter and breath out NASA emblems
while teaching rovers to catch a star //
love love love ALL ||
:: 09-01-2018 ::
THE PRECIOUS terror is realizing
most adults are dead children
or like a day that folds itself into
a basket of reborn night. That long-
necked geese and stiff necks are
either pretending giraffes or self
consumed souls; ignoring the mirror’s
reflecting thoughts introspection
devours it’s own mouth.
Surrealism is hickey upon my heart
that bests freezer burn sunlight any
now. Kiss me you brilliant stupid
fool.
:: 08-30-2018 ::
IF feelings are a thing
as sensations of stirring
and numbness a groom
without its bride
what of feelings
that include numbness,
for each of us to decide?
To favor feelings to live
as a gift bestowed surely
defeats if not ignores
the greedy plight of
numbness —
the disregard
of life!
:: 08-26-2018 ::
MY sweet guest today
visit but just me
within the parlor of
my Spirit
And tea for two;
one for me and the other
i sip for you
the lonely sacrament
this day.
My sweet guest
gratitude.
:: 08-26-2018 ::
Life! The incarcerated occupation!
Burdened to carry flesh and sentenced
to stow divinities spark behind cave
of bone.
Oh the maintenance! My legs as columns
that support an apartment complex; the
plumbing, the water works, faded windows,
the noisy neighbors!
The furnace burns within summer
The central air within deep of winter.
And from the attic is all to see!
The tended graveyard
The psyche hospital on the corner of
Lame and Feeble.
A police department for unruly poets
and the complimentary adjacent court house.
Ah. And the orphanage for unwanted children!
Is my neighborhood
Is my incarcerated occupation
Until my landlord evicts me,
and once again to be a FREED COSMIC SOUL!
:: 08-28-2018 ::
THAT in my fever while sanity has escaped by baluster
i continue to gaze in daze across the sea of white-
capped madness
Each o-shaped mouth
Each Black-bead eye
and all the ears
all the chins
teeth
speak an infinite story of nothing but sadness.
And within the orchestral pit finely dressed musicians
they shed b-flat note tears; their mannequin powder-white
skin a color of pink’s sunsetting murmur.
Simply, the true story is off stage toward this
improbable army audience; the finely carved polychrome
citizens start to move; half-bodied and more alive
than the flesh-kingdom.
Last night. Last night i felt.
That one’s life can be as real as one’s imagination
if you sinerely wish it.
:: 08-23-2018 ::
A merry-goes round
tipsy-turbulent turby
Oh Merry’s-go round more
and what are you waiting for?
Is it the rabbit you’re looking for
so far down the rabbit’s hole?
Me–but which book within the Universal
Library should I read? There are an infinite
number of books!
The Light–if you read just one of these books
then you’ve read them all!
Aaaaah oooooh i drift past the moment
with my deep head within the clouds
and zebras on tram trains singing with
undulating umbrellas//simply blown away\\
:: 08-19-2018 ::
THE curtains open to broken applause
an audience of great mystery
i cannot see their faces
nor their eyes
my Usher flees me!
And Time, the soliloquy
for Thespian lies
with each act an act of Life
and props on spot
for dramatic plots
Agh! my lines evade me!
Evade me for all i am
worthless within my House
of Theater:
The Absurd
The Humour
The Horror
The Love
of tears of joy of laughter
of sorrow of broken lines
upon my heart
upon my face
within the glass
upon the shattered floor
AND within the miles of aisles
of faceless witness
my lines flee me!
Within and without such cosmic shatter
an audience so abstract is my life
an Act (of) One.
:: 08-19-2018 ::
i declare fame within our victory
a proclamation to an end
Something biblical by human hands
Providing the light of the way
By dove
By flower of joy
the dew-meadow precious trust
AND away
hate, fire, damnation,
fear and Resistance to Love!
:: 08-04-2018 ::
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