Category Archives: #madness

July 23, 2020

ANCIENT MOMENT

By EPRobles

Oh Seia oh love
by the beyonds of
all rivers ___
ancient tongue
modern heart ___
of a living ghost
oh seia my love
that sunburst dress
burns all Souls
with art and Love!

:: 07.23.2020 ::

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June 20, 2020

THE GROSS CLINIC

By EPRobles

DRESSED within your black frock coat
darkly lecturing among the dead flayed
and white faced interns — next to tunnel railing
with white cuffed sleeves sketching a prose unknown
and Dr. Franklin West studiously taking notes
— the operation upon a dead body has no mouth
to scream.

the conservative operation
for osteomyelitis /and amputation out of question;
an advance sight for its time — prevention of
infection is seen.

:: 06.19.2020 ::

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May 16, 2020

SLEEPING WITH THE SOUND OF ROCKETS

By EPRobles

BUSTED purple-daze
 all within my head
confection floating;
filming an ocean-whale
of truth___you got my
love within you & how
we could never kiss
goodbye
       burning golden
piano-dark GOT your
\music/ within me
…let us never say
‘goodbye’ but maybe
apocalypse cause Heaven
demands a price upon
loving hearts oh darling
come on and love me you
already haunt me

:: 05.15.2020 ::

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April 30, 2018

In a Land by The Yard

By EPRobles

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 ::

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June 22, 2015

THE MADNESS OF LANGUAGE

By EPRobles

Hungry tongue keeps tasting
missing words and I keep writing,
“That that is is that that
is not is not that is it is it not:

So on this hot summer’s day I
threw in commas and spoke with
a fed tongue:

“That that is, is.  That that is not, is not.
That is it, is it not?”

And me and my mouth rejoiced without ever
eating the poisoned apple || God swore
and the devil danced, angels rejoiced
and whores and poor men laughed
like aborted children left inside a gutter

:: 06-20-2015 ::

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