THE mango kiss when did-lee!
heart fitting /\sliding
throaty passion ate lay-
in. me my annabelle lee,
silent annabelle lee breath
i am here and you–here my love?
“always within thee my love!”
my annabelle lee, my love!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
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SPRING SMELLS LIKE LOVE
IT IS MY MOUNTAIN
i know the poem
(and many think, too)
liking like lips seemingly,
touching words with no-
body cares for thinking
slidingSloping reading
but mine are climbing
beating thinking breathing
and sundays a god rests
— unless he’s reading
my own heartBeatings!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
THE MAGIC-LIFE LIKE HUGGING SPOON
The magic-life like hugging spoon
against another)spoon-like life
a being-here like humanStory
that all thumbly-reading while,
(nothing-here/ but idel-meating(
only imagine,a fall of watering
misty-dreamy godSpray hair-in
a splash across solid maybe
rocks and mistySpirit float-in
ways so slippery mystery-daze!
i(can we?) supposing this
a solid-misty dreaming day?
:: 10-01-2014 ::
RED CRIMSON NIGHT (I FEEL LOVE)
i feel love [expression]
a death did die
i feel loathe [depression]
that which i tried
a fountain of crimson
dancing // re-living,
all my life in you&me
i feel love yes i do
i feel love, love, love
and love, love, love
i feel love in you&me
and red nights too
when words are not enough
and the knife kisses me
and says, “i love you”
:: 10-01-2014 ::
AND A BROTHER WITH A SISTER
And a brother with a sister
in times of trouble
drops the devil to his knees
They — oh hell yeah, oh yeah —
drop the devil to his knees!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
THIS. MY CHILD-HEART SINGS
i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
signing fairy tales aloud
nothing matters to this heart
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me!
I say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a-faster!
and i escape the life of you
i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
are all singing back to me!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
BIRTHDAY DAZE
I see her house over there
she’s collapsing dreams
And it makes me scream
Ohh! Aagh! I sing, crying!
my dreaming sinking
awaking I walk across
the sidewalk with fingers
entwined in spider string
and I scream; “ahh!
she is his, but so lovely!”
and I breath, little fish swim
inside my heart singing aha!
I sat with the troll and gnome
and I glued them together
they slowed the retro-degrade
and sang’ “oooh, err! Ah huh oh!,
and today’s your birthday
while you, in a daze, writing
poetry to the gods of smoking
eye-love and liquor: thum-thum
a-thum thum thum!
:: 10-91-2014 ::
DIRT DUH DA-DA-DA DIRT
sweet tongue Slicking me
Slender fingers licking me
and tight necked People
kiss if’ings spider crawling
so ghostly fingers that’s their
on string Killing spi ders I
and picker Aaaah err ah! Oh ah!
I sitting in beach
sand Kraken glues them err ee ah
singing blue fin birthday porpoise
kissing my lips and err! Oh ahh err!
my heart lays on dirt Dirt duh da dirt
da da dirt and the whales weep
:: 10-01-2014 ::
THIS, MY CHILD HEART SINGS!
i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
singing fairy tales a loud
nothing matters to this heart
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me
i say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a faster
and i escape the life of you
i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are a singing back to me!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
THE HOUSE OF EROS
i met a person who lives
inside the hearts of lovers
and eats away the dreams
and kicks away the flesh
of souls who are ruined
by that whispery touch
she is the queen of lust
the heart knew at first
when my hair stood up
and my feelings crashed
beyond the field of love
and the palms of my hands
swore you shall never be
a gallant man who holds
a love within your hands
and the swamp churned
alligator danced too
as i walked my way
to the house of Eros
Now you are warned my friend!
she has a suitcase in hand
and the only time you’ll be
safe is when she’s away
God only knows if i won!
And now i stay inside
when the sun goes down
holding dearly to life
and all religious things
rosary, cross and heart
she is the queen of lust
and i cried, “mother,
you told me not to do
what you’ve done! Stay
upon the course of life
and not in the field
where lust runs wildly.”
Well, i was warned
and the Earth sang
to me dear man,
the swamp churns
alligator and mud
and you are sweet
that ingredient
between the rising
sun and death lust
And God, who won?
only within the house
of Eros will you know
:: 10-01-2014 ::
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