TOO BLEACH the night
every day / a mind
spinning around
SOME days are rivers
loaded with white-capped
questions/she does it again
\to die forever within her
arms — always to be true/
Growing up and
growing down so a little
thing tearing at my friends
–the littlethings that kill
;; cupboard empty as we starve
who you are : always knew
: growing up and coming down
so too bleached this night
tearing at my brain /every\
never spinning around
are these little things
that kill.
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BLEACH THIS NIGHT
IF LOVE IS THE EVERY GOD
IF love is the every god
then my lungs scream
pink tiny daisies quietly
man, may his mighty brightness
sing a sea of never-met shores
the grey waves for love beginning
seas who lullaby unbiblical noose
kills so deep & stronger
than a lonely home comes young
— a priceless gift: the only
any illimitable star!
:: 07.03.2020 ::
MARY
i should be a worm
deep inside the green
whatever should i (else)be
cause there’s nothing else
to say — so i write;
some (so many) say i have
no right – no apologies
Within the Sun i Walk
like creme sherbet
so nasty no assault
(glam and wrong — freezer
burned/ i am blamed_) within
the sun – oh Mary! to walk
upon the Waters of our Thoughts
all alone all lonely all
a lone we go we go we go wego
— what else should i be?
nothing but the Sun
within this Sun Mary! Oh Mary!
i wish i was so easily
confused; so that i could grab
all the shame (infamous choking
upon the ashes of my sun)
oh the sun! Mary!
oh Mary.
:: 07.03.2020 ::
SMALL-giant-LOVER
small GIANT lover like me
alone ]\]
little locked cedar box
i am was like-always
trapped%caught
within your flesh
and tender h e art
oh hey oh wait…
i am smaller(wondrous-YET)
now! oh! inside a forever priceless
Soul i walk like a f i n e S t a l l i o n
inside? INVITED warmth Orchard
ANGEL’S hair & babies breath/!\
i am the bleeding broken hymen
of your precious Heart\ oh hey wait!
i have scars oh my goodness girl__
like when the evening hushes the Day’s
Light oh you’re invited so invited
unto my private mind&Heart.
never A complaint!
listening to this night
:: 07.03.20202 ::
THE HEART WISHES TO BE HEARD
THINKING here alone about all those muggy nights
thinking of how much my body haS DONE and this heart
i now call Fear__ haven’t we all done crazy and at times
so lately___
i have more been than once hypnotized & paralyzed
as pinned butterfly : now free to fly away_
//..—..\\ a fortress of never-
realizing pas s i n g eyes & whoYOU
within my most private dreams:
dammit! it’s so late or early
& so sick and tired/i never thing
how what i could and can ever do
if lightning once again strikes me
it’s not what i can do to make you
care or love me: it is what i do when
once again lightning strikes me and
you are not there.// nothing i can do
to make you hear me or be loved by
YOU. So, sorry seems to be the littlest
word.
:: 07.03.2020 ::
SHERBET DANCE UPON DEAD MINDS
THIS is a sherbet dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;
yeah — so do not despair
while imprisoned, tortured here — all eating
glyphs trip speak-stones, exploding & built
like she was/surely does not forget,perish,
sing or sleep\ all that gold within the graves
of unkept promises & ethereal dreams as
labeling punctual brains…
:: 07.01.2020 ::
BIRDCAGED WITHIN THIS RUINOUS ESTATE
if the big smirk in the skull
of my mirrors kiss this dirt-death heart /whom everyone
wonders\where did he or she go? i will not have ever loved
one more than you whilst i take the red from within your body;
a hand’s impression is an empty theater without darkness and a
shard of light. i am a shape without the
once-good kissy-lip’d mouth /silver-moon’d anvil striking
spoon collecting the images of one fatal wound/;so much as the dilapidated
heart birdcaged within this ruinous estate!
:: 07.01.2020 ::
SO HONESTY IS A VEGAN AARDVARK
i fled into a house of shadow’d despair oh fairy
cock ring the 4th horseman
researched the bible / as LITTLE birds sang per
pound around wonderment we wept
emerald tears of fortitude.\ who with a fist
could sickly love you
so come on over and do-liciously fall from your
skies/this thing like
biblical violence fuses onlyLIVING ORGANS
shot the shit oh shoot the shit
closing my Eyes i hear the sound
of forgetting.
aaaaaaahhhhhhh! what can it be if not
an immaculate moment! mystery vs. evil
and she has a puppet string to my heart
;like SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS EATS HUMANITY
;as birds hate hungry cats/said the unborn
fetus inside the wetOrgan of God-Talk.
:: —- ::
A hundred cantons – ii
what dreams sweet life soul
that earth soil so wet-dew
then that-touching
drops of sorrow/feelings
mine council doubt this dream
yet release thee budding light this day
such philosophy paunch thy heart
love now skip treacle and grail
passion fuel thou vessel tickle-being spur now
and truth
‘i heart bleed red now and breath push thou
rhythmic lover thou granted me
the reason ‘i this instant
o’ springtime lips
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