THIS they do —
organize chaos
in loving fashion
written in soul’s ink
with the deepest passion
under fog and as much
touching a leaf with
brown veins in Fall’s
wanderfuling aft spits
my child-knees running
sprinting toward those
(whenever did love shape
like green?) trees! i smell
my youth like a bubblegum
smile neverKnowing the horror
yet to greet my adultHOOD
:as then, as so, as rightly so
Adults are DEAD CHILDREN
:: 09-10-2015 ::
SO up should be stop
and down should be go
What should be said
should be not!
All the way
into a lazy daze
I say bouncing thoughts
betray simple ways
and Laughing zebras
skipping town on a tram
undulating umbrellas twirling
into zeros while no one’s watching
why be so serious w h e n
we’re all guests within
the hotel called Delirium
and so on and so on me so
on you we say we pray
with a finger on the trigger
of a punchline dixie cup
— // —
NEVER MET a finger-Word
that some=thought One
could place a touch upon!
On time’s nobly proportioned
and monstrously horror shawl!
AND once said, “each time my
heart broken makes life
adventurous!
;; / ;;
UPON my tongue since
before birth
a plastic taste;
silicon wafers at mass, a
god-head matrix
that every point intersects
the transparent soul
:: / ::
i saw the seen within you
the love when you realize
how it feels
the poem abstractly direct
and all fallen leaves which
maybe crumble beneath my
dreams analog ascension
exactly toward a beautiful
connection of spirit:
To taste with eyes
to kiss with tongue
because i am the descendant
of all love as you as us
as we as me as all
it is my heart that proclaims
all fiction a rhythm of wind
blowing a story of the beginning
and ending of all stories told
an exogenesis of Eros
:: 099-04-2015 ::
HAVE you seen a ‘v’
(SOUNDS SO BEAUTIFUL)
hop across a ‘t’
or even ‘y’ inside
a ‘d’
it’s all inside of me
alphabet needs
something in the way
language eats at me
in a deep dark well
of my mostly nights
i kissed ‘m’ and ‘e’
all of me
cried feeling how i
am SO “m” “T”
something in the way
yeah…something in
a way how words touch
all i hide away from
me ||||||||oh!
:: 09-02-2015 ::
I should have spoken clearly
(i am never eloquently-tongued)
with blue skies singing
(i am the smallMouth)
and so i like when the sun moves me
expressing light as nature that moves
mysteriously away–> from humans
— whom i loved.
scattered by my exquisite thoughts
the giantSmall meets this
smallGiant heart i captured just
today! A brilliance of love!
the remembrance of romance
She sat upon a bench with a single
rose within her tender hands
: where i am is where she is
where love bursts frozen-SHUDDERINGLY
kisses across the burning sun is
passion exploding exhilarating us!
I am too this love we share
My eternally EVERYWHERE!
:: 09-01-2015 ::
so my tiny me IS
your concern, sir?
My feet smaller
than your eyes
an ego so wide, sir
hems up your pants
and all that girth
So sir, so tiny-me
but within my toe
i possess more worlds
than a single hair
of your spinning mind
i think the mountain
sat upon her head
and me, sir? The angel
who saw you born
and this world you
call home
:: 09-01-2015 ::
PET this pretty kitty,monster
oh, WET is progress-pink disease
of love,my victims(like when i break
your heart i won’t deny it all
so we suffer the Bigness of your
LITTLEST pelvic region
so unwish a world of pity flesh
and my need for guidance is so much
like-more the world born–pity my
poor flesh(i “hyper-magical beauty”)kitty
so WET and in need of a good petting hand
and two eyes upon
my ever unwished words(never save me
from these evil deeds of desire)ugh,
ultraomnipotence makes me hot and with
a hell to pay the angels say,”what the
devil needs to know I always seem
to suffer myself;”
so pet this pretty kitty,monster
yeah, a wet progress-pink disease o’love
:: 09-01-2015 ::
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