WEEPING is a season at which lonely broken hearts die
upon hands and knees. they crawl and climb
toward steeper hopes and fall: some into fears
the monsters never named!
Aches and pains from human bodies
moving forward as mountains like magic:
from China toward the ends of Earth
as human spirit!
Queen! Her heart and Mind and Soul.
Jessica’s got a girl
‘s is dynamite to understand:
anytime reprimanded — you see her shake
avoiding complications as a Baroness
she B Low s men’s minds!
a fellow of soulMagical twisteandtwirless
so playful as a pussy cat and Queen;
a Class Queen lo –
e oh so full of
promise and extraordinary beauty!
:: 01.04.2021 ::
The nasty dark night ate the sun!
The farmers wailed against the dim moon,
“Be sane, or make it otherwise!”
Yesterday i awoke with a torn brain
against lover’s thousand acidic eyes
ripped apart by dying beds.
My screaming wish held but just Ourselves–
:: 12.21.2020 ::
WHEN the sky came down // when the wind left and the
oceans drained \ when the righteous sang, “by god.”
WE saw the creatures of life running to and fro
and saw how the machine held our hearts and eyes —
When the sky came down.
when the night wept,
when the eyes of all creatures cried:
they hid from a perfect storm.
Everyone ran fron the wars and left the
desloation of Nations — when the purple
color and red became day when love screamed
we cried…for a god that never came.
Now, afterward we live life in the drifting horror
of dust and sand.
From the cruelty that defines
the small mouths of what humans are: let it be known
when the sky came down when the sun went away
and the Earth screamed and those who claimed
in God’s name he’ll save our skin; the light
burned our sight and killed our kin.
When the sky came down/ when the sun went dark\
and the universe wept and the righteous sang
to a dead god — we survived. Again.
:: 10.11.2020 ::
if i had two hearts;
one for your soul
the other for your beauty
if i were a farmer
i would tend to a garden
and gather today’s eggs
but as a broken-hearted
poetry i till words – so
you see, i am not here
nor there — and the worse
feeling is planting Love
and nothing Grows.
:: 09.17.2020 ::
“i will not be that way, ” i said.
as she took hostage my heart.
“I will not be that way, ” i begged.
as she kissed my soul.
but for you i shall turn the stars
around and move the oceans i declared.
i do not love your beautiful face.
i do not love your curvaceous body.
i love your feet as they brought you
here toward me. And now i enjoy
your mind and through it all things
:: 09.17.2020 ::
Shinning through the skies & of nothing particular continually towards the dark azure, where minds and hearts shimmer __
eats souls and young hearts in your young evening
— the tulips, all colors and a pessaries of ectasy!
i said hello, when the weather was wet and tight
for their living; the lily dring pink loathings
from your lonely mouth!
Monsieur de Kerdrel’s fleur-de-lys
i screamed into the night and heard no thing
love crosses through customs ; your purple
bra bathe, swells in the morning breeze
— as a painter i painted roses as your
vagina / swollen with a thousand octaves!
i am the son and the heir of a criminal
heart of lust and soul — you shut your mouth
taking of blue lotuses or sunflowers,
pint footprints of basset-hounds in moon’s
oh, shiny vulgar sex object-man:
i go about things the wrong way —
dickinson window stanz form;
following young girls making communion!
i pull the weeds and the old greenery,
standing upon their own — they go home
and want to die. pulling vegetable fancy
flowers — forsaking cock-‘d men;
and old gallons — not rattlesnakes.
just vegetable dolls.
:: 08.31.2020 ::
EVERY night of every day i take my love to bed
yea; Leave my heart upon the
dinner plate for the cold
, oh ;
at night its must worse
oh how these lonely tears
fall away screaming
all within silence
So I ask God, “what do i do?”
and listen to the song of
a bird dying each note
all within the long-time
backyard inside my head___
so i’m coming Home now: no need to leave
my heart upon the alter of pain & sorrow.
:: 07.19.2020 ::
within the daisies
within such fantasy
when i feel like
feeling) oh feeling
where can tomorrow go
but to now oh now
and i feel ; feeling
how death begins to
:: 07.14.2020 ::
[based upon a few
in the now (modern)
if the big smirk in the skull
of my mirrors kiss this dirt-death heart /whom everyone
wonders\where did he or she go? i will not have ever loved
one more than you whilst i take the red from within your body;
a hand’s impression is an empty theater without darkness and a
shard of light. i am a shape without the
once-good kissy-lip’d mouth /silver-moon’d anvil striking
spoon collecting the images of one fatal wound/;so much as the dilapidated
heart birdcaged within this ruinous estate!
:: 07.01.2020 ::