Category Archives: #abstract

THE ENAMELED WILD BEASTS

THE opening to the mouth cave

is a jungle skyscraper

of enameled wild beasts

that eats upon a human power

of intense fragility – a feast.

//\\a devil’s cloven

DownSHOULD

B. stop || hoof while

(should i stop)? risen vampires

by the golden blood of fallen

Angels \\// UPSHOULD b. go ||

flutterby wings.

IS IMPONDERABLY DECADENT

:: 02-11-2018 ::


THEATRICAL PHYSICISTS

Theoretical physics!  Where the mind
meets itself in abstract
Lines of divergent thoughts:
The noodle of the universe!

EXPLOSION OF CREATIVITY
BOOM!
ASWHERE most humanity is far away
From the LIGHT
THE MIND’S shadow is dim

But not them:  Einstein,
Bohr, Kaku, Hawking, and Guth!

Closer —
The shadow more defined!
A five-digit hand touching
the wall of the bone
of cave where all sight is
seen but not them.

THE EXPLORATION OF OUTER SPACE
through INNER SPACE!

And they appeal to the masses!
Zeal, entertainment, and
Breaking down the fundamentals
so we can all understand!

:: 01-04-2018 ::


CINDERELLA’S DREAM OF ALICE

WHILE the sun hangs
within the skies
cloud guppies eating
side-windows
of space-time

a memory flashed
fell the promise
of perfect love

Cellophane lips engulfing
the floating boat upon
Love’s river  and breasts
dancing in gravity alone

Your dream is awake
but you are asleep
someone calls you
but no one’s home

Undulating umbrellas
and laughing zebras
a shoe from Cinderella
that fits the lonely soul

Meets Alice in the sky
yesterday is gone
because you are a different
person now.

 

:: 12-20-2017 ::


THE SINCEREST LIAR

MY mind (because it taught me) loves me

Who minds when lies are sugar coated

Within all my ruin it called me lovely

I never begged for mercy when my face

turned blue

because the most sincerest liar is the

\mind/
+

Laughing with a straight jacket on

for dinner as a bug within my ear

said it all;  no one has a choice

but to accept free will so we all

sing along, “oh eh oh eh where’d

I ever go wrong?”

:: 08-20-2017 ::


ORDERED DEGREE OF CHAOS

AND one hand clapping against

the shuttered storm cellar doors is

never a reason to deny ability:
like mushroom clouds as falling

tears splatting fragments of

dusted minds – by parched perched

gills of neon fossils; the signs are

here, there, and within the ? of

a hungry-starved dying youth/

/->the ordered degree of chaos!

By opened minds the wheels turn

as curving fanning windmills churn;

Abrasions of mental collisions

As rough as life and art
(and smooth as death and data)

all atheist and scientist know:
who cares if the tree makes a sound
when it dies  AND I say “hello” to

a black void but no reply, ergo:

AVOID.

:: 06-29-2017 ::


DESIRE, OBTAIN PREPAREDNESS

DESIRE OBTAIN PREPARDNESS


BoRN dEAD

jab /uh-ooh.eeh
so i’m dying dying lying like
i lied last night;like-like
n o w ~@ oweee
so i live like
i live life
so i live like
i loved life
so i l i e d!
so i i i died
i died for life
for death
for eternity~~~~~…
we are all born dead.

:: ~|~ ::


O BLUEDARK WHY LASTING

O blueDark why lasting Ever
splish-as-echoic budded by
her beautiful i’s is wise When 
upon the bleeding last drop light ~ 
 my life Chord shivers burning icePas-
shouldn’t we kiss each other’s fireBor-
 nMoods before dri pp ing Time 
drops squenchPinch this moment.

:: 04-16-2017 ::

GLIDING KING OF THE BOULEVARD

AND Jesus! Like-licking lollipops gliding King
of the boulevard of spirit dreams
and I licked-like sticks like the wooden
cross across Life Oh Mohammad too,
who knows where he’s taking me–somewhere
I want to be? Like my best friend
and religion is a sidewalk with many souls
walking the path toward diminished dreams
of an afterlife dry-glow-stick lick
so I’m taking my best friend who knows
all my buttons; pushing love
and my shadow-affair’d life
IT’S where I rest my head
just me and my ballpoint pen-Head
called, “Me” and it’s my Soul and
where I want to be.

:: – ::


OAK BRANCH

being Born is still new:
UP
./       \ON strong wings after long
Rainy throaty days i grew
while wet-horny drops
+died+ seeping into mother
earth and her musty-moisty
soil; the oak’s branch
reached toward Death
(its bark loud & rough)
. the vision of the exotic
Specter too reached out
toward me and bowed while
shedding crimson tears for
my strange Existence.

:: 03-29-2017 ::