Category Archives: #poetry

SO HONESTY IS A VEGAN AARDVARK

i fled into a house of shadow’d despair oh fairy
cock ring the 4th horseman
researched the bible / as LITTLE birds sang per
pound around wonderment we wept
emerald tears of fortitude.\ who with a fist
could sickly love you
so come on over and do-liciously fall from your
skies/this thing like
biblical violence fuses onlyLIVING ORGANS
shot the shit oh shoot the shit
closing my Eyes i hear the sound
of forgetting.
aaaaaaahhhhhhh! what can it be if not
an immaculate moment! mystery vs. evil
and she has a puppet string to my heart
;like SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS EATS HUMANITY
;as birds hate hungry cats/said the unborn
fetus inside the wetOrgan of God-Talk.

:: —- ::


ADVENTURING AN ENORMOUS

EAT me
taste myself
lick me again
luminous tendril
ate me my friend
oh virginal
immediacy of twilight’s
mystery made into Flesh/
mEAT me(by miracle of your
)dreamslender exquisite
brown Texan snake…
bit me.

:: 06.30.2020 ::


HOW KIDS KNOW WITHOUT THE ADULT NOOSE

so how are things —
i sang, ‘how kids know without
the ever-apparent adult noose’
who knows what it means i mean
who really knows how it hangs?
w e could a s k 4
more as nature is not a fruit but
a whore; i strangled myself blue
knowing How my mouth likes to
shoot a bullet through its roof!
–=———–HAHA——–===-
Agent Orange please return to Room
Blue A; we all know what it means
to have met a genteel man named (now
get this) Ay Nal. Hey man! i’ve
got a disease called laughing hyena
(a carnivorous mammals of the family
Hyaenidae of Africa and Asia) yes sir.
my eyes were blue as an ocean then
the tears of sorrow took them away.

:: 06.30.2020 ::


HOW NOW IS AS FIVE FINGER-LIBRAN

how now is as five finger-Libran
male(darling).a particular Soul
lost weight confessing all his
Sins__now alive than anyWorld
would or could understand.

a miracle angelHair cut must
come before the noose of darkness
and now this shining priceless
advice)no single Leafless heart
can be contained(i kissed the like-
ness of your forevering snowTouched
Heart Pit trap.

:: 06.30.2020 ::


I CRUSHED THE GLOW-WORM

my nerves are bullet holes, and swollen veins that have eyes
start to lick my tears and blood. Sirens, jet planes, bad blood,
unhappy fragmented culprits shall angrily testify we are the
extinguished divine spark of sorrowful symphonies — and downtown
ghosts are flinging their feet /and wishing within symphonies\
there i go../hiding my ancient face beneath six churches
my fEAR then died as a bouncing stone of untold heights it flew
then this woman said: what did you do to Life? my heart is
bleeding dreams — she said. To me: from me: i asked, ”
you who do not despise me is a friendly soul.

:: 06.30.2020 ::


I AM HUMAN I AM MACHINE

    i   am    human
i am  machine
    i am biologically
INSANE___
   i    can  dance now
watch my dance:
    between
   00000000’s & t h o s e
11111111’s
    —-i can flip over
superpositions & hear my
girlfriends moan & some-
times Scream___.
   i am  human
i am machine
   i am biologically
 sane #

:: 06.30.2020 ::


WE ARE THUNDER STRUCK

THUNDER __ thunder!
i was born within
the round of a road
— THUNDER!
is it rain is it what
i knew: THUNDER
Amen___ my THUNDER
STRUCK — w3 make sound
and grueling dy ing words
—::: shaking like a leaf
so began 0–THUNDER STRUCK
OH0OO THUNDERSTRUCK___ oh
amen! th7under–)SPEAKS;
lighting Walks____!

:: 06.30.2020 ::


pINK BABY HUSH

p INK baby hush — kiss e s t l y
me..love me s e l f’ish ly
oh lips achingly touching
bruised skies (rolling within
coolish t a l l e s t green grasses__
MY knees above’er this man
called Poet and Lover

:: 06.30.2020 ::


tHE LIttLE THINGS That KILL

A Tender b l each e d   s k y
  ooh see the reds & whites
i was not wrong but so further
 from right  (like whatever i do
whatever i do)  what is large tearing
me are THE little things that kill
   THE LITTLE THINGS that kill
i swear  smothering my brain & killing
 my heart and smile —— best to forget
    so winter is SUMMER with you
it’s these smallest little things that kill
   oh kill   oh — touch my mind & lips
…

:: 06.30.2020 ::


A SMALL NOTCH WITHIN A CORNER

A SMALL NOTCH WITHIN A CORNER

A LIFE — while i don’t have plans
schemes or plans: that i have
love then nothing other than loathing
wrestling with slow twilight’s
– ooh i don’t have love to share
and just the turning of a big hand
inside the soul’s clockwork dream___

ooh you ooh you ooh you ooh you
these eyes of my poet-spirit revolves
printed saddest lines__ and with my
misery i loved her, and sometimes
she loved me too. Through moments
as these i held her within my
arms—i loved her first and she
last and to kiss her again and again
under endless sky.

:: 06.23.2020 ::

i do not know any woman other than
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson that i
could ever love. spectralphilia.