YOU’VE got a
beautiful face
and hummingbird
lipNectar soul
a neverAlone eye
that everyone steals
and I couldn’t love
you more so easy
hummingBirdSoul
:: 10-08-“”””
Category Archives: Nature
HUMMINGBIRD SOUL
A FLOWER’S ODE
Oh, my body grows from a stem,
every vein,
fragrance and leaf.
the winds sway my heart upright,
and your touch
before you pull,
I await calmly–my executioner
my pollen smells you woman,
the tender finger-puller of love.
Behold: I die for your eyes
and beauty you see within me,
my petals and colours —
till finally nothing
but dried wick-of-stick.
Everything that seeds taught me
my childhood years so nameless,
and your tears like glistening water,
christen me after I have died!
When you bury me — made radiant
by your shining hair and bosom,
the altar which you have crowned
by your lightly showering tears!
:: 08-31-2014 ::
SILLY HOW-IS
Silly how-is many times late
before the pun chaotically tickles
the slow molasses of subhuman
thought creatively. And I cry every
time my mouth laughs Those
brilliant giggle-fairy iridescent cellophane
wings // flutterHeart my tired soul on
quiet thunderThought nights.
And the crickets play their
magnificent song
between the underneath
of my longing moonlit eyes!
:: 09-02-2024 ::
THE COSMIC CAT
WE blunder in thought
to think of Eternity as
a never-ending Father-Time
— like a slippery infinity.
Eternity is nothing more
than the absence of Time.
And what of Infinity?
That cosmic cat forever
chasing its slippery tail!
:: 08-26-2014 ::
MOUTH THE MORNING
I mouthed the morning,
and dew and petal!
I ate the soil but not
the bee, but even thorn!
I saw the gnome too,
inside a root of tree!
I kissed his conical hat
and kissed his feet!
This I did all before
but never in my sleep!
:: 08-26-2014 ::
MOUTH THE MORNING
I mouthed the morning,
and dew and petal!
I ate the soil but not
the bee, but even thorn!
I saw the gnome too,
inside a root of tree!
I kissed his conical hat
and kissed his feet!
This I did all before
but never in my sleep!
:: 08-26-2014 ::
MARY MADE MODERN PROMETHEUS
There you were, locked
in a wintry summer
that long cold
volcanic winter
by Mount Tambora
eruption
You spewed German
ghost stories
by German-French tongue
Your th ou ghts
fragmented
by the silky touch
of cold
a kiss from abyss
to heart
And you, Mary!
Born the Modern Prometheus!
And what say you, maker!
Mot of the clay of monster
but the soul within!?!
A brilliant mind of prose
Imagination beyond the horror
you created that day
A literary monster itself!
No thing that dispose!
:: 08-21-2014 ::
ORGAN GRINDER
I rode upon the highway —
heat, dry-sweat today
Glided through a red light
all the way to your
empty uterus parking spot
The organ grinder and
his spotted monkey
entertained me while
I sat in a cadmium-baked car
Majora, my minora sweets
melting in a box next to me
A prostate nun knocked
a holy rap upon my white-knuckle
scarred heart — a dollar
fallopian boo scared her away
Separation of faith and fear!
Wait! Lawless pride forever
guides the human less race!
Just another broken dream
and face shattered in you
Mother Less pulled my tubes
drank a spotless juice
Freddy Gargoyle Blue sang
Wait! Lawless Pride forever
guide the human less race!
Just another broken tooth
a heart broken…
a heart broken in two
:: 08-15-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 96 AVOID
SO delicately
I said to
the VOID:
“I love you.”
And quietly
I listened…
NOTHING
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AVOID
:: 07-23-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 93 BIRDS & DREAMS
I do miss
Th. feathered
creature. [e]
a tickle-beak
upon my hand
as I feed her my
flying dreams!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
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