EAT me
taste myself
lick me again
luminous tendril
ate me my friend
oh virginal
immediacy of twilight’s
mystery made into Flesh/
mEAT me(by miracle of your
)dreamslender exquisite
brown Texan snake…
bit me.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
so how are things —
i sang, ‘how kids know without
the ever-apparent adult noose’
who knows what it means i mean
who really knows how it hangs?
w e could a s k 4
more as nature is not a fruit but
a whore; i strangled myself blue
knowing How my mouth likes to
shoot a bullet through its roof!
–=———–HAHA——–===-
Agent Orange please return to Room
Blue A; we all know what it means
to have met a genteel man named (now
get this) Ay Nal. Hey man! i’ve
got a disease called laughing hyena
(a carnivorous mammals of the family
Hyaenidae of Africa and Asia) yes sir.
my eyes were blue as an ocean then
the tears of sorrow took them away.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
She sees the birth of a heart shaped
universe oh those newborn stars__&
the godlike heat of afterbirth
eons dreamt of a life
& future stages Unraveled by space-time \
hiccups/she burped an infant cosmos
and fed milk elemental detris & debris
AS love is the rule
and nothing trespasses
Order from chaos bleeds then dries
gases Of gossamer floating streams;
she nurtures her infant to adolescence
swirls of formation, heat, and color
white and golds and blues and yellow
darkness separates for glow and life
i crushed the glow-worm.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
i am against the Night
& i am against the owl —
in with then i see a beak
holding a mouse! it is not family
nor within my head that i am against
but the largest of all WALLS that
i hold up against this t e r r o r
; it is a crime against mistakes
against the silence of any longer
night; orbicular science.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
how now is as five finger-Libran
male(darling).a particular Soul
lost weight confessing all his
Sins__now alive than anyWorld
would or could understand.
a miracle angelHair cut must
come before the noose of darkness
and now this shining priceless
advice)no single Leafless heart
can be contained(i kissed the like-
ness of your forevering snowTouched
Heart Pit trap.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
my nerves are bullet holes, and swollen veins that have eyes
start to lick my tears and blood. Sirens, jet planes, bad blood,
unhappy fragmented culprits shall angrily testify we are the
extinguished divine spark of sorrowful symphonies — and downtown
ghosts are flinging their feet /and wishing within symphonies\
there i go../hiding my ancient face beneath six churches
my fEAR then died as a bouncing stone of untold heights it flew
then this woman said: what did you do to Life? my heart is
bleeding dreams — she said. To me: from me: i asked, ”
you who do not despise me is a friendly soul.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
i am human
i am machine
i am biologically
INSANE___
i can dance now
watch my dance:
between
00000000’s & t h o s e
11111111’s
—-i can flip over
superpositions & hear my
girlfriends moan & some-
times Scream___.
i am human
i am machine
i am biologically
sane #
:: 06.30.2020 ::
contumacies//
some nameless Persian Genius in a copper crown
and as the swallowed planks within their abysses;
to turn pale with shame
and, yet, with eyes very open, to pretend to see
angelic waves of Ocean’s life oh ! how sweet it is to
snatch abruptly from one’s insane mind a perfect day so
on weekenders it’s such fun that if we die our appearance
of everyone’s miseries —meanwhile, we drink the blood
of enemies by licking their wounds.
::/6\30\2020/::
N0W I KNOW
i (s-o) have many dreams
but i don’t have
any plans
& schemes _so i don’t
have hidden anything
mocking misery!
oh iiiiiiiiiiiii
don’t have mystery
SINCE i don’t have
you — youohyou
you_________eating
cr5ying walking across
A’merica trying to find
precipice–> wild ridE!
my Mind is star wars
mind wars sweat -describe
sacred–RIDE: i am higher
than i’ve every BEEN _**&
now i know how i used
wish within symphonies.
:: .06302020 ::
p INK baby hush — kiss e s t l y
me..love me s e l f’ish ly
oh lips achingly touching
bruised skies (rolling within
coolish t a l l e s t green grasses__
MY knees above’er this man
called Poet and Lover
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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