Here I was reading Andre Breton
and got up to get a glass of water
upon returning to my room I saw
myself still in bed
the horror upon my face
so I fled —
downstairs to the couch
where I placed my hands upon
my face the mouth still in horror
and then the front door opened
and I saw my face over there
and the horror of our stares
to see my self at the door
and my self saw me on the couch
I sat down with myself
we had much to discuss
:: 04-20-2014 ::
(c) E.P. ROBLES
Sweltering sweat stain crooked tooth
slush bog humid sticky smell pit
ugly hop-scotch limping feral human
so out of tune yellow bleach bitch
what[?] is ugly too much for you!?!
the lesions of your pretty heart
burst-cyst fakery of humanity
all you see is a monster like me
your illusionary air of love —
leprosy in its finest puss gem
Beyond your illusion of preconception
a heart beats within my breast-beast
one who loves the arts and finery
and a sunset that rises over my soul
the world sees a beast in me but I see
the world for what it be — a greater beast
My club foot partially steady me —
more than what I can say for humanity
I limp in gutters feeding on trash bits
but my heart is brighter than you beasts!
Go! Die in your beauty!
Be gone beautiful monsters…
let alone the prince in disease
that heart that beats one with nature
no tears worth a pinch of horror
no pain more than familial disregard
:: 04-16-2014 ::
I shed my tears
and night skin
that moon too
and all along
lonely voices
sing to me
“You filthy child
born of poverty
what good are you”
I hung my head
and shoved along
followed my tears
gutters love pity
but angels sang
“lovely one, child…”
Oh, love come soon!
a gentle hand is good
but the eye of pity
burns through my soul!
I am a little boy
and children hurt too
I wither in denial
and alone, what are tears
if my love is ignored
what is a poor child to do
if my smiles are ignored
humanity has many hearts…
one to love
another to hate
then again —
the killer is you
and my blood
drips from your hands
Oh, love deny
the beasts in life
and gather here
within my lonely heart
a kiss from heaven
mother-love come soon
:: 04-13-2014 ::
(c) E.P. ROBLES
a clean sheet that paper
at birth not a scribble
a play yet to unfold
what character, will be?
and narrative to drive
that actor’s soul-stage
a setup from the start
and conflict in the wings
a resolution for life
we, the fictional
take our lines
from the Divine
and genre —
make mine romance
and not this horror
:: 04-08-2014 ::
IF you really want to piss them off
turn your horror story
into a musical
:: 04-04-2014 ::
born a rebel he screamed
his first words to the doctor:
this is a mistake make it go away!
so he was born with a mind
and took it everywhere he traveled
packing it in a grocery bag next
to his red-tagged soul
and the purple cabbage
Go away! Go away! You’re insane!
leaving home he took his womb
a shrived skin of plastic and a spoon
to feed the lawn animals and milk tooth
the priests exercised their will in him
tried to break the spirit and the spell
but their hands were too fast — Mother
she cried and the statues bled
this is all a mistake
make it all go away
Go away! Go away! Just go away!
:: 04-05-2014 ::
How do we meet on the heat-road of this dead-end girl
where the moon shies away and the owl scatters
my boots have a tar-goo so hard to clean this night
what could you say to me to make it all the worth?
Sir, I saw a sinner who stared into my eyes – nights ago
and he woke up the love and passion this night
I have nothing more to give or say tonight to you tonight
the ocean sings to you in a shell
and the bird tweets a tune to your heart
and a rising world of color brings you love
Yes, that is it…
I wish to forsake the bloodshed
and all the grief
I say that love – love is a wave
it’s a seventh wave of love
and drown in that wave ripple
But hate and grief pinches me
and my heart and body sir
is a fragile fabric in life
Lovely soul come to me then
I will remedy the error of life
in a bite you will be saved
and love and tooth saves
and hatred abated for time
and space and philosophy
We share the same Father
and believe me when I say
I hope He Loves me and you
:: 03-31-2014 ::
I was on the turnpike
when the sun vanished
one moment it shone
— a coronal-bride
to be and next
a vast deep darkness
whose reach greater
than the deepest oceans
Off I crawled the turnpike
as it too dangerous to drive
for even the headlights died
and now the fields I belly-hug
knees too shaky to stand
that great be my fear —
and in the distance I hear
the guttural screams of humanity
even the creatures too
:: 03-29-2014 ::
concerning the vampire
humans are worse —
the vampire drink blood
but humans
consume the carcass
:: 03-27-2014 ::
MY remorse each day
a ceremony for life
but even for the dead
that my body —
must eat each day
or it be dead one day
that my lips receive
the offering of living
and my intestines devour
through my teeth and tongue
what once lived and dead
such a beast am I – i dread
the difficulty of living
is more than social stress
for the SENSITIVE more it be
that we are cannibal in life!
:: 03-27-2014 ::
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