In a land by the yard
by the yard of bones
is the truth a terrible
truth grinning beneath
the trees
A finger points up
and toward the Gods;
dying laughter screaming
‘they are all the children
without a hope’
and so it goes…
all across
the ruins the mighty ruins
of fallen minds
as sharp as sharp
as the edge of town
a horror in the day
in the light of day
tears of joy streamin’
as a fat man sings,
it’s the serial killer
called
“Pogo the Clown.”
:: 04-29-2018 ::
MANY times, more than twice
I have seen,
the ghosts of family, friends,
and then some whose faces
that I did not know
Quaintly with ethereal elegance
they are silky touch, feather
breath, and opal eye
outside of the tick-tock
of father-time
It is most inappropriate to ask
of them, to state their business
or intended pleasure
Extend your politeness over scorn,
I say!
So reassuring is the sound
of my own heart beating
until the day i died
and now the beatings
haunt me
:: 09-13-2015 ::
THE soul is dying and there’s no Christ
to save you//the roads are littered with
bits and pieces of memories of what was
the gutters are clogged with the spent
Spirits of the living and a dark wind
blows// with a government so corrupt
and we stand listening to the broadcasts
on tv and internet radio to realize we’re all
trapped within the gut of a bizzare machine
and we’re dying together with the falling
sun and overgrown flags and our hopes
i held the hand of my lover wishing saying
“kiss me” to release this dream of a fever
and she took my love one last time
we are the generation of chance
where the dice fall is only by God’s hand
:: 09-11-2015 ::
i am the undead buried for centuries
last time was the 1990s i roamed the world
so the clock strikes three hundred years
and the undead in me returns to the world
from a crypt in New Orleans — i saved me;
crawled out and into a new world
where no human exists and even blood
is nonexistent. All shinny cyborgs
and non-emotional entities rule.
my eyes see the evil microscopic
living things born by hands long gone
: human no more and i find i am
THE LAST SEMBALANCE OF HUMANITY!
:: 07-30-2015 ::
was a nameless thing that moved
The proximity of this horror
to my heart made me leave my skin
:: – ::
LOVE! ; YES I am parts
but One of Someone’s
own heart; my head
apart from the rest
and thankfully myt
soul exists ELSEWHERE
; doubt say you?
come here
see me here and somewhere
else –> there and there!
my thoughts idle horizontally
worthless self in particularly
essence of what I, We, and ARE
the monster of that mad man!
06-13-2015 ::
I GAZED into the mirror’s back
there I saw the world’s eyes
the beauty and horror
of all our humankind!
Even my own eyes I saw
weeping for a blind eye!
:: 11-10-2014 ::
MY lost, my little life!
Before sunrise
a death sat __
my belly once full
now defeated!
A cruel birth.
Me: an invisible
mother whose
swollen hearts
ache to feed!
Your mouth —
my heart,
I wish to feed,
but only bleed!
:: 10-28-2014 ::
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