i hear the squeaky oil engine of life
a nature-machine of thin-throat
that feathered soul upon a tree
she beat-notes my heart today
eye beads of soul beyond know
there, that branch she grips
a heart of heat and love
sing my angel-tiny-one
a tickle-note nickel throw
upon the silver heart cup
her song kisses my lips
and falls into my heart
The weather was grand
today I see blue
and placed my tiny soul
within her Sparrow nest
:: 07-17-2014 ::
Your dolls grin in my summer
melted silver-plastic sins
and I heard a crow caw
all for my belated needs
I never tended to life
and I find myself six feet deep
My pall bearer lover needs
me and my simple sweet soul
All for you I oiled your soul machine
and I am cosmic mechanic heart
I have the skills to fix your devour-mouth
My pall bearer sees crow caw
and I’m still six feet under…
Under your high heel career
and Versace style psychotic need
And who (you) bury my bleeding
I keep your longest kiss under
— neath my broken bone cap knees
and nothing hurts like your mouth
: 07-16-2014 ::
/wh/AT darkness
see(th) me(at) E my soul
I Drown c<at> the fis%sure%
@be@ low my soul lives
a dream so l(ow) l&ays
night /wh/AT darkness
:: 07-16-2014 ::
WHAT good is a heart
that lives a lonely life?
I say I saw love one day
through a rain-pelted window
She looked lost in her soul
and he had a sailor’s gaze
across a long ocean of salt
a ship wrecked romance
leviathan devoured their souls
flotsam and jetsam blood
I could never be your sea
I bellow sail winds across bow
and my land is there dear love
across your deep sea death
I love a journey with firm land
my destiny is a beach at a sea
and my toes in the hot sands
not death in deep watery cold
So sail away lovely sweet go
:: 7-16-2014 ::
DO you know loneliness?
It has a quaint cottage
next to pain
and they BBQ on Sundays
and share a soft warm tea
when it rains — death is
a neighbor in the attic
of dilapidated homes
that soul with low real estate
:: 07-14-2014 ::
My sick dark lover
I did not mean to kill you
when you — a hungry soul
placed your sharp iron fangs
into my immortal neck
I forgot to tell you
I am the fallen angel
that ‘Father of vampires’
and you — beautiful soul
over-dosed on pure
angelic blood…
: 07-05-2014 :.
I kiss delightedly tender
crisp promise lips
the softly rose my-budding
flower petal [excites me]
and forgive my confusion
the tongue lost in promise
a greatest ever evening!
My wife and forever lover
Two rivers bled into one
Today is an eternal Forever
:: 07-04-2014 ::
tweedle-dee my lover me
I saw a bumble bee dew
a revolt in colonies ensued
and I choked honey across
a field so wide my Queen
And in my pain I refrain!
the high winds coming
and a rain in my vein
— drowns all the worker bees
so sorry my aching thorax
a buzzing in my head
no pollination in my heart
just a fire death in the rain
and I smell it heading my way!
My flower dream is so close
but ah, I surely died today
:: 07-03-2014 ::
Wet Fall morning spiral
puddle love death step
I saw a wolf give birth
a lamb with fangs too
Her name was Emily
she walked with prose
and I love leaves falling
The earth my paper book
a jutting branch my pen
and river my wet deep ink
My Emily she is Queen
a golden rainbow meets
my heart string stuck wall
and she drives my dream
carriage wheels spinning
white gown garden secrets
It. blew my mind last night
when she said to me:
‘I could not stop for death..’
So I ate her soul and now
she lives within my heart
:: 07-03-2014 ::
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