Category Archives: #poem

MOUTHS ARE DEEP RIVERS

[Mine] mouths are deep rivers as cold
As the dead that love the living

As alder blight can strike
The love of youth

The unholy woolly wilting
Unlike aching souls for
Golden beasts

When feared
We pray
When comforted
We play
When crushed
We die

In bits & pieces
Like twigs and leaf
That twists and floats
Down a raging river

We go.

:: 07-28-2017 ::


10:10

I hear they dug up Dali and I’m sure
awaiting in this fact there’s a
hidden joke — but it’s so surreal!

:: 07-22-2017 ::


THE NIGHT’S PURSE

The last of a songbird’s notes have fallen into the night’s purse,
and you have known my dances are behind shadows where some of
me has hidden to heal or die.

It seems there are no truths but only dirt and tears and at last
the only remaining mouth that spills songs into hearts
and tender arms is yours my love.

Where we exist there are no stationary objects but a wide orbit
that entertains the unknowable; to feel the butterfly awaken
is an infinite joy stooped upon the vast spirals of our Cathedral.

This love, our love, is universal and eternal.

Forever yours!

:: 07-12-2017 ::


ORDERED DEGREE OF CHAOS

AND one hand clapping against

the shuttered storm cellar doors is

never a reason to deny ability:
like mushroom clouds as falling

tears splatting fragments of

dusted minds – by parched perched

gills of neon fossils; the signs are

here, there, and within the ? of

a hungry-starved dying youth/

/->the ordered degree of chaos!

By opened minds the wheels turn

as curving fanning windmills churn;

Abrasions of mental collisions

As rough as life and art
(and smooth as death and data)

all atheist and scientist know:
who cares if the tree makes a sound
when it dies  AND I say “hello” to

a black void but no reply, ergo:

AVOID.

:: 06-29-2017 ::


JUST ONCE I HAVE A DREAM

JUST once I have a dream but the day flees quickly
And the roses within my hands wilting
Prickly the thorns begin to bleeding; —
And gulfs of space filled with time are speaking;
As One Soul from darkness to light so weakly
Quickly come and rest your tears within my heart
That beats in measure to the parts of slowest moments.

Spilling hope and painting thoughts,
And lovely memories of yet to be’s;
A timely utterance to thought’s relief
My love, the fairest feathers and song
By the beach or the brook o’babbling notes!
And sunlit a lighting stroke across my breast
Leaving me to myself and all I am;

Just alone.
Dreaming a chance just once to be with you
And not within the hand of bleeding rose!

:: 06-24-2017 ::


T I L T

I L T

WHEN the ground becomes the wall
Spring to Summer and to Fall
is when the world begins to tilt
destroying all that’s been built

We start to awaken within our sleep
we’re everything to no one while
expecting fear to face retreat

we tilt /
jilted we scream and fall
while the world becomes
our wall |xxx|

 

:: 06-15-2017 ::

 


THE FAMILY CHERRY STONER

i have allowed the world
to rape me with its eyes
and with thoughts they have
stabbed me through.
be kind be grateful
i have heard these voices pray
a shattered-like brown preserving
jar broken too;
a squashing pressure perturbing
my heart ~ a *Family Cherry Stoner
making six goblets redder than life
a condiment bottle for my tears
a broken doll upon crutches
fixing it’s wooden puzzles
And my bed, the gathering basket
upon the bread which lay my Soul;
and there i go! Falling upward
and begging so!

:: 05-29-2017 ::

*(Circa 1880-1900: advertised as “The Family Cherry Stoner,” the cherry pitter–intended to remove the stone without squashing the fruit was a popular kitchen item).


REBIRTH

A SOUL
once in
d
a
r
k
ness

bitter and B rO k EN

reborn by the Light of a tender Spirit!

:: 1-13-2016 ::


DYING TO BE LIKE YOU

falling in line IMG_9048
i’m falling in line
with them
shaking is all
within you deep
ly so strange how
it seems the wind
screams like you
and so rough
and so tough
it all bleeds
through you
when you fall in
line with them
i’m dying
so swiftly
just to be like you

:: 03-17-17 ::


LACRIME DI DOLORE

LACRIME DI DOLORE
(Tears of Sorrow)

oh! How sweet is Death
MY! how love burns in Life
that much more in Death
oh! How sorrow becomes concrete
MY! how sparrows Sing in Spring
that is how you are dear

Always will be for me!

:: 02-10-2017 ::