Category Archives: #abstract

SECONDARY FLACCIDITY

WET sheets (of sweat) ~ i’m feeling
generally believing my own mortality
i feel: primary flaccidity eyelids
closed ooh oh yeah
a loss of tension in muscles and WHEN
i felt so much hung upon the footsteps
of life and no more and don’t
you cry when i’m gone
with the skin i’ve shed
rigor mortis is a last feeling in fingers
and toes so you got time to find
it: to find it! AND where is tomorrow?
Did you run away with the feeling of love?
And whose mask do you wear? And i got
time for just tomorrow for you to find it
And when my muscles loosen –~ times gone
and i’ve gone upward toward beyond tomorrow
and i lov eyou and i had time for tomorrow
but life burns moments and there you are //

:: 07-10-2015 ::


MY NUDE MIND

my NUDE MIND
unfolding this extravagant
tightly wounded emotion
///////into\\\\\\\
words i dearly wish i could
express in touch and kiss!
the private sentiments by
which dusty desert winds
blow away; like all great
compositions of hearts and
souls!
And my palette is full of red!
as blood, dear, as blood
though cold it is you i
embrace of fire and wood
and the winds! the winds
say, “kiss her again and again”

:: 07-10-2015 ::


LIFE’S A BAG OF TREMBLING NERVES

i found a bag of stringFULL
pearls
and i don’t care if you
use me again;
kissing sharpArrows
slung by Cupid’s despair
the mythology is the forgotten
romance of humanity
the great Ones never clog their-
sevles with the feeble praise
of poetic life ~ and i need you
even dirt understands me and
for-heaven’s sake i won’t believe
there’s not another place
where we will not sit
it’s so cold to be NoWhere
so old to be here and so easy
to blow up problems; it’s so
easy to breakdown and so easy
to love the sound: “i love you”

hands on ankles feet on wrists
and naked in thoughtful
bliss of you ~

:: 07-10-2015 ::


Esther אֶסְתֵּר

the gentle gesture    of thanks
wishing all best —
loving all you read
i thank you so very kindly
for how you showed interest
in my own silly words!

again, thank you!

:: 07-08-2015 ::


PIECES OF SATURDAY AFTERNOON

i am clearly mistaken
wishing this band of machines
trumping biologically through
my yard: the wild weeds would
meekly go-away!
the busily buzzing infestation
(within my heart) not aphid
but army-worm and fire ant!
And my woody areas: grassy
smile assaulted by chigger-
bugger biggers than chinchbug!
But grasshoppers invited to
my home! The SpringLegged
leaping thoughts of green-
beauty ~~~~~~~~~~ i
wish to jump as high in life!

:: 07-03-2015 ::


MISIDENTIFIED

Jesus!
No! Not YOU, the one who
lives on 5th and MLK Street
but bares a cross across
his chest and two bullet
wounds upon his back.
Jesus!
Yes! You! When’s the BBQ?
I have three crucified chickens
and one pig burned at the stake
waiting for the hungry masses
who forget their prayers at
night.

Who’s bringing the beer?

“Jesus”

:: 07-03-2015 ::


WHITE SHEETS LIKE THOUGHTS

…then like thoughts
~~~ those bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
needs i thunk;

thought;
THINK!       And blue-sky,
trueWHY : because it first
receives sunlit hopes
to dry bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
thoughts   /    needs i know

:: 07-03-2015 ::


TIME IS A CAGE

WHEN i move i give most sincerely
all sweet attention to you
the great beast of Time is empirical
watching hearts and so i move
just for love
and only you
and the criminals called moments
steal seconds just for love;
they know you
because i am their inmate
in this cell called ‘life’

:: 07-03-2015 ::


DREAMS

COME with me       let us dream
together forgetting       whatever! What never
transposed fear upon   the thick ledger of life!
COME with me
let us scream
forever vetting    clever lies
a pine nut cut   — that never grew
that I believe in dreams::mostly with you!

:: 07-02-2015 ::


ROSA PARKS

BUGS yuck!         To wear a sweater
in summer some say
means rape!       Water fountain
germs upon my lips
when i was a boy    invited my friend
to the theater!     He took the door
labeled: colors and he had the best seat
up above in stadium air and I hate humans
wish their eyes were all inside their ass
and their nose inside   my heart: to smell
revenge! Rosa Parks!
And Blake is segregated    in the hereafter life
of post-regretful life
Private citizen against
false witness life says,
“tired of giving in!”
She comes back as fire and makes false sincerity
all liars: witness  ~~ the brave
puke fear in the face of weak life!

:: 07-01-2015 ::