YOUR necklace near
your neck
you are red roses
near my ground
LIKE when I sleep
your skin the fair
SUN I’ve forgotten
like numbers
they are many
symbols of my own
DEATH. i say,
“to be beautiful
is to be almost
dead.”
:: 05-24-2015 ::
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MYSTERIOUS MOMENT
I, ME –were
I, ME –were
be-lieve//tween
I am this
believe me
I, ME am ALL
of what I know
Deadest Beautiful
never known
I am FRACTURED
delicately
loved by this
Unknown One
Terrible tears
:: 05-25-2015 ::
LOVE SQUEEZES
Love squeezes hate away
and despair into a
‘no-remember’ state
hugeness! and i believe
Large Hadron Collider
world system universe
BANG! And I feel like
the world’s on edge
of new-BORN and will you
take a selfie with me?
A picture to remember
love makes the little
moments precious
and love squeezes hate
and despair! Hey! DAD!
who’s your son? Do you
even know!?! And mother,
our most has died in more
and won’t you take a selfie
so love squeezes hate away
And I no longer care!
:: 05-13-2015 ::
P A I NT TUBES
A paint tube squeezed!
molesting brush!
tarnished a pure
unblemished mind.
Canvas life!
:: 05-12-2015 ::
SOME THINGS ARE MORE DEAD
In my mind I am DEAD
they speaking after-life
of never-lived and now
I am the jealous-Spirit
wishing life had loved
a broken little boy
that had been!
Where are you mother
and father?
the Deadest
been!
:: 05-12-2015 ::
WORD eGGs
AND shattered the Little
GlassEyed people’s vision
And blind couldMan see
IF gappingSoul hearts feel!
I shatter(ed) words
likeStar burst novae;
Each word
an egg to give
Mental-Birth!
F E E L
:: 05-11-2015 ::
MY BALLERINAflower
MY ballerinaFlower my howYou sat upon \|/
of grass — windsWhen
summerSome gorgeous
likeWhen you momentarily dreamed a stage
of sunlit fields and all that Nature applause
made you weep with joy! My Ballerinaflower
so adored!
:: 04-28-2015 ::
IF WHEN NIGHT-STRETCHED
If when night-stretched
moonlit hands gently
like touching lyrical
midnight mockingbird’s
gentle heart, then now
if when perfect kisses
are given, then if when
night-stretched hearts
sing so do all souls
by nature!
:: 04-28-2015 ::
IF I LIE WITHIN MY BED OF PAIN
if i lie within
my bed of pain
let’s call her death
and my sheets i’ve woven
entwined dreams of youth
that i took your breasts
within my mouth
i weep!
and to see how life expands
into a thin string of weakness
and of your-heart
and smile
too i’ve seen thinly die
i ate the dreams
from your mouth
and arguments are stupid things
spectral ghosts of hungry love!
but your eyes and lips and hands
are just as ghostly to my heart
as years that creep away
so do you!
:: ~~ ::
BY NOON UNLIKE ME THE WORLD IS STRONG
Did you see? I dropped my phone
three times today
by noon
And it has yet to break but
I am trying but the devilish
device is strong!
unlike me
I dropped by three before sunrise
and four before I hit the door
that greeted me
the world is strong
but me; that broken heart!
And it does seem so adventurous —
the one accustom to guises and masks
so I fade I melt
And the sun laughs a million flames
that lick my burning skin
and I’m free to walk alone
away into oblivion
:: 04-08-2015 ::
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