The Great Eye within
your closet never blinks
and the knob hardly
turned by your hand
but your life-clothes
need a change today
and the Great Eye
awaits your opening
the door for a change
it’s stare sees all ‘you’
and there’s nothing
you can do to hide
when you open that door
to the closet of your life
:: 07-07-2014 ::
I think today
I broke a word
in my ignorance
I did the deed
within my garden
I stabbed with spade
upon a letter within
damp soil lay the bee
in my haste I slay she
and shouted in thunder
‘Oh! It cannot BEE!’
:: 06-02-2014 ::
Textpert expert telling us how it is
a jumbo word manifesto sexpert
I see how a pig could fly
all you have to do is kiss a bug
bullfrogs have all died, oh my!
but the chemical plants
swear on their dead souls
a fish could have two heads
Darwin on steroids drank a coke
and the bomb loves your mother
Tell me a bedtime story
without politics and I’ll die
you are the Textpert expert
thumbing all through the lies
for the world there’s a word
and all the circus clowns have died
:: 05-26-2014 ::
when ember rubies slay heart
mine upon rose-tip lips
the small part of your hands
slender steel finger passion
honeysuckle thigh push
my mind into blissful fields
another realm of life we two
melting into a single phrase
‘oh love, my love!’ we say
a cosmos alone we go
a dream is real when shared
I dream if you believe it too
:: 05-26-2014 ::
I can’t tell you how to live
but I know what dying is like
and can say take each day
and hold it like your child.
kiss it, love it and never let go
:: 05-27-2014 ::
she told me
i was crazy
what could I say…
I am what I am
but I loved her
and love are dogs
from hell
that eat hearts
:: 05-27-2014 ::
When you awaken
do you get up into
the sinking —
inside of you?
it’s three feet below the bed
where you rest your head
at the foot of —
an anchor-stone
I can only ask because I know
the weight of that stone
kept me three feet below —
the resting bed
until one day I arose
up into the sun
when I awaken
that’s where I go
:: 05-28-2014 ::
sometimes (now) I dislike
(hate) indecision
many fates //now// spill
horrified goldfish meeting air
myopic eyes live cataract-like
but still &-now I unlike
that Inde-CISION cuts me
through the ghost-bone
:: 05-28-2014 ::
FOR one
incredible moment
nothing happened
and I fell in love
with that nothingness
:: 05-28-2014 ::
IF I were a bird and born
with no feathered wings
our skies would give me love
and the gentle rains
should cleanse my eyes
If I were born that beating heart
within my soul I’d find my wings
and my tiny-throat trilled songs
would lift my soul and there I’d fly!
:: 05-22-2014 ::
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