WHILE the Cherubim sing their deeply forlangen hymns
…Oh, how beautiful! Oh, how sensually sweet!
That i am racked brokenly as suffocating despair
fills my Thoughts! My Mind! Not for this first
time am i drunk with expectation: as a child i
drank the Living Light. A price unseen until a
Let us break disharmony and seal a pact with All!
To re-create a promise.
:: 05.10.2020 ::
eye-GASMS are artful things
of flesh left out by the
woods / she went were-wolves
once ate meringue pie before
acquiring a human fedora and
impressed all the women at
the outdoor market where
butchers smoke meat and
flay cigars with white whiskered
smiles. Where were the yokes
when sadness crept over the
clouds and a comedian choked
on a badly baked joke. ?
EPRobles c 2019
THAT in my fever while sanity has escaped by baluster
i continue to gaze in daze across the sea of white-
Each o-shaped mouth
Each Black-bead eye
and all the ears
all the chins
speak an infinite story of nothing but sadness.
And within the orchestral pit finely dressed musicians
they shed b-flat note tears; their mannequin powder-white
skin a color of pink’s sunsetting murmur.
Simply, the true story is off stage toward this
improbable army audience; the finely carved polychrome
citizens start to move; half-bodied and more alive
than the flesh-kingdom.
Last night. Last night i felt.
That one’s life can be as real as one’s imagination
if you sinerely wish it.
:: 08-23-2018 ::
I watched a tender
blue sky seep into
experienced dark claws
of rough black earth
And the moon itself
sucking bones and
dirt from Earth
into a funnel
This I saw while
This I know as
each small day
i die slowly //
:: 08-07-2016 ::
Deep from Above there …
i heard the bird; as she
tip’toe’d above the hungry
empty crying souls ~~~~ oh!
This LOVE! such a beautiful
thing! To FEED LIFE! To feel
such a beautiful burden!
:: 08-01-2016 ::
Today I threw up breakfast and my platypus licked it
a regurgitation of heartfelt platitudes on the floor!
Today I kissed the toe of a gnarly God who likes
to burn ants with stolen lens
somewhere within my swamp-born brain
I have almost a clear thought; like the chimps behind the
clear-glassed walls that angels see through
and I’m ashamed — a diaper upon my head
a shit stain on my heart like all the horrors
on two legs begging more
:: – ::