THE mango kiss when did-lee!
heart fitting /\sliding
throaty passion ate lay-
in. me my annabelle lee,
silent annabelle lee breath
i am here and you–here my love?
“always within thee my love!”
my annabelle lee, my love!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
Category Archives: #love
SPRING SMELLS LIKE LOVE
IT IS MY MOUNTAIN
i know the poem
(and many think, too)
liking like lips seemingly,
touching words with no-
body cares for thinking
slidingSloping reading
but mine are climbing
beating thinking breathing
and sundays a god rests
— unless he’s reading
my own heartBeatings!
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THE MAGIC-LIFE LIKE HUGGING SPOON
The magic-life like hugging spoon
against another)spoon-like life
a being-here like humanStory
that all thumbly-reading while,
(nothing-here/ but idel-meating(
only imagine,a fall of watering
misty-dreamy godSpray hair-in
a splash across solid maybe
rocks and mistySpirit float-in
ways so slippery mystery-daze!
i(can we?) supposing this
a solid-misty dreaming day?
:: 10-01-2014 ::
AND A BROTHER WITH A SISTER
And a brother with a sister
in times of trouble
drops the devil to his knees
They — oh hell yeah, oh yeah —
drop the devil to his knees!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
BIRTHDAY DAZE
I see her house over there
she’s collapsing dreams
And it makes me scream
Ohh! Aagh! I sing, crying!
my dreaming sinking
awaking I walk across
the sidewalk with fingers
entwined in spider string
and I scream; “ahh!
she is his, but so lovely!”
and I breath, little fish swim
inside my heart singing aha!
I sat with the troll and gnome
and I glued them together
they slowed the retro-degrade
and sang’ “oooh, err! Ah huh oh!,
and today’s your birthday
while you, in a daze, writing
poetry to the gods of smoking
eye-love and liquor: thum-thum
a-thum thum thum!
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CRIMINAL LOVER
THE long arm of love
will find you —
no matter how many
crimes of hearts
you’ve committed!
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PUBLISHING HOUSE FOOLS
i stood and cried // laughed inside
for the poets // who ride inside
the mindset of publishing
fools who know // nothing but
marketing tools and check their
flies — Fridays
Mercy!
I stood my heart upon a table so wide
and hungry eyes inside cotton-ears,
and the attic bats equal zero: none
intellect cries — ‘give me a piece
of meat instead of this shit’
and just for this one moment i was
a bad-man, so get it on!
Get it on! And I rode inside the
cover of a woman who loves me
With just one luck she found me
and said, “let’s get it on!”
Whoo!
and i became a federal agent
of hidden terrorist-like hearts
fighting for love over death
and ignorance and all that smell
— and we said, ‘let’s get it on!’
[moma told me something —
only for one ear]
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GREATEST EXPRESSION
THE greatest expression
of emotion is also
mostly feared:
T. E. A. R. S.
e, m, l, e, o
n, o, w, g, u
d, t, a, a, l
e, i, y, i, //
r, o, s, n,
, n,
, s,
:: 09-30-2014 ::
SPRING SMELLS LIKE LOVE
THE mango kiss when did-lee!
heart fitting /\ sliding
throaty passion ate lay-
in, me my annabelle lee,
silent annabelle lee breath,
i am here and you–here my love?
“always within thee my love!”
my annabelle lee, my love!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
WIND PERHAPS LIKE WHEN
wind perhaps like when –then
perhaps a wish thinking-bee
busy pollinating her dreams
of all the blessings which see
golden promises above nights
weaking weeping buzzing tears
that nobody loved this, too
wind perhaps like when –then…
:: 10-01-2014 ::
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