THESE SIMPLE NIGHTS are
simple dreams
if you are going to
dreamland take parsley
,sage and a white candle
and remember those you
left behind: they were once
the best friends in love
tell her to meet me outside
by the deep forest green —
express the light and spirit
i once felt when she first kissed
me there. A scarlet mark upon
my heart and Life which I shall
wear with honor for the true love
of mine.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
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WORDS say I’m shapeless
emotions express mist
heart compressed
life does the rest
a tool for a fool
a hammer for the
wordsmith
and low and high
and hello so low
i fell inside you
if a lifetime spent
so stupid means
i am the entertainer
yo! Me.
I kissed a baby beluga
in shark-infested water
oh god! oh no, oh hell
oh no, oh well it goes
when we love we die —
every moment we breath:
i’m so brittle-belief
down like the towers
love can be sacrificial
when two don’t see?
and i’m so wasted in
oozy-gluey sticky nature
i think i’m so done
life says “dirty ways”
:: 07-21-2015 ::
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