EACH morning comes and we are dying
ONE year passes and more are born
i walk in fields of flowers and gossamer
and fell into a hole with stars and nebula passing
and caterpillars singing before they have wings
and a red panda kisses my cheek and explains this is
where things go when one dreams while walking.
— so hooka man in your small corner closing in upon
your jelly brain gets up and dances again
oh little rolly-polly you are a cute ball
and my brain lost logic and proportion and words
and numbers dissolve at the dawn of common sense.
We are told to believe some things
We are punished for doing many things
We are clean as a Spirit and Soul
but then as always — life takes its toll
Be safe around busy eyes and hold upon a wind
the secret words you believe in
allow no parrot to squawk within the room of
your private thoughts
Oh! Live! Be different and be your own friend!
Be your own friend!
:: 05.09.2021 ::
Listen. Today i lost my voice — it left upward looking for my mind.
sometimes the strangeness of Life becomes reality and nothing more.
today i found myself within a garden of snakes and meat-devouring
plants. If not for the purple skies it would have been a wasted
experience. Meeting God was an experience before i found myself
inside a fetus that became my physical body.
the doves sang a brilliant but sometimes somber song;
peace of a piece so small it became nothing before i could
touch it’s sharp and exquisite edge.
Today i lost my mind.
and my voice flew downward looking for sanity.
:: 09.11.2020 ::
i asked the vast unknown if it knew
me___a taste of dirt i spat; an unraveling became
of me as though falling into and through a rabbit’s hole.
but One outside of space &
time — where nothing Human
is said, worn or told: again unraveling into a deeper sense
of nonsense whom once i was be-
came nothing More.
Is what this is more:
More, so much more!
:: 05.13.2020 ::
“I’ve always had an eating disordered. I use to blame it on stress…” A heavy pregnant pause hung above the room.
“But now I realize it was not who I am but what I am. I even use to blame my binges on how poorly I spin my web — but it is an automatic instinctual reaction.”
Taking off a pair of horn-rimmed glasses the fly, who never lost a patient, looked directly into the eyes of his patient the spider and gently spoke.
“Be who you are.”
:: 03.23.2020 ::
THE opening to the mouth cave
is a jungle skyscraper
of enameled wild beasts
that eats upon a human power
of intense fragility – a feast.
//\\a devil’s cloven
B. stop || hoof while
(should i stop)? risen vampires
by the golden blood of fallen
Angels \\// UPSHOULD b. go ||
IS IMPONDERABLY DECADENT
:: 02-11-2018 ::
And your thumb so sore from suckling:
A barn Yard Dance / Say goodnight Moon!
and / Where the Wild Things Are /
Chicka Chicka Boom / Press Here
/ The Rainbow Fish like where
/ The Sidewalk Ends all like
/ The Growing Tree and never
let / The pigeon drive the Bus!
And when you grow up never
let him take everything
I ever taught you dear!
/ James and the Giant Peach
wants to marry / A Little Princess
so you visit / The Doll People
but you, you are the child
that / Books Built a heart
like the Sword in the Stone!
and I’ll find you within / The
Secret Garden of my heart!
:: 06-22-2015 ::