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Love fettered the lining of
a once golden sun
when your thin hands touched
this Heart? Was it once or twice
i tasted the nectar of your heart?
if Once then the shame upon me;
if twice — then i agree –> thrice\
was it once? Was it twice?
my twisted lips and covered eye
take flight!
:: 06.21.2020 ::
\ Mister E.E. Cummings and Ms. Dickinson,
i have made up something new and the
difficulties — why? People are traditional.
as they like what already exists \
and when someone comes wanting 2 revolutionize
everything…simply everything…well, these words
i write come from the heart, that poetry is female
therefore she speaks my heart. Sir. Ma’am. forgive
me if my prose disturbs your heart — and that is exactly what i aimed for! /
:: 06.20.2020 ::
\ Upon one hand is a large finger —
then the other a butterfly
oh hear the fallen rain! the gutters
of my lonely heart — it sings;
a melody before here unheard of!
The Smallest is a Thing of no name
barely, an echo of memories
–and just the same! Such a strain
upon this stain that still remains,
within my soon fragmented brain –,
the smallest thing; as butterflies
having taken flight from dark memories.
AND i remain always the same.
:: 06.20.2020 ::
DRESSED within your black frock coat
darkly lecturing among the dead flayed
and white faced interns — next to tunnel railing
with white cuffed sleeves sketching a prose unknown
and Dr. Franklin West studiously taking notes
— the operation upon a dead body has no mouth
to scream.
the conservative operation
for osteomyelitis /and amputation out of question;
an advance sight for its time — prevention of
infection is seen.
:: 06.19.2020 ::
WELL, that no one is serious at a young age;
–cacophony of laughter and endless nights
And avant-garde blaring cafes are the very worst
to clear a mind — if not a true poet.
— memories as shadows weakly limping and a liver
requesting what last drink you consumed —
i once strolled beneath a green fluorescent
light on the promenade//i once lost my tongue
and saw it caterpillar-like crawling on a fine
June night; i think then i lost my eyesight
and now require echo-location like a creature
that never spoke!
There! The fossilized town in amber-time;
everyone is frozen until i speak toward any
of them — for eternity.
:: 06.19.2020 ::
The sun, calmed by the souls that Life feeds
pours burning and sweetest night’s air
to Listen is as water flowing over the surface
of smooth river rocks — How & now melancholy
are the naked shingles of Earth very full-
blooded; to hunger for the antique youth
of someone else we once dismayed — the immense
pullulation of all embryos!
In the bellicose weakened birthing morning
of yellow sun’s Light are physical masterpieces,
the violent gums and silver-hammering beating
flowing heart’s blood! As my heart began to beat!
I followed a swallow into the open fields;
my feet as crystal columns broken by themselves
upon my thin neck!
:: 06.15.2020 ::
\
TH3n the sky so pale as trussed trees !
hips smiled at brightly red leafs
to nonchalance a floating Lightly;
excesses of wrinkled pools of gentle
tendered skin’d papers of a foolish
poet: diligently carving thoughts into
lonely shades of limed avenues
: rendered mordant blue.
*(BREATH)*
Deceivers of charming coquettes
bow–> although the paint wet
dreaming wishingly devouring/
THE INNOCENTS.
:: 06.15.2020 ::
S C R E A M I N G winds
this dream! STRANGE
and penetrating
of WHO’S ever
unknown, whom i once loved?
who loved once me?
and who’s never —
each moment of this moment
no longer piercing
my tender hearted death
clear for her alone, is
no longer a problem…
deeply digging a grave
for two how cool the sweat
upon my brow with her
cry ing & weeping:
her’s to understand while
standing deeply withing the
grave she digs.
:: Rose thick and black ::
06152020
i was a winding windy road full of turns
as curves possessed by you; i was a
morsel of many moments — you fired up a
temper when born__ i love you ?and hated you:
— if someone like wonduring thoughts
like my jealously — too hard too greedy
–you possessed me: i fall catching fully
my what-would-be what-would-be when i needed
you –> hated you: every night and my wonder-be
my wonder-be is if you catch me so i j u m p
so far can you see? so far allow the animal?
— if it gets dark if it’s kind’a a mind
lost within you within me__ my mantra: my mantra
i love every-night and my wonder-be my wonder-be
i cannot catch my throat…please be my always
that wonder-be —ooh if you got it — imagination.
:: 05.11.2020 ::
I FEEL THE DRIZZLE OF RAIN
all within my diffused Brain
and even though within my head
the rain flows down toward my
heart: trying to use words that
are of no avail / i do not doubt
i stand alone with the only
truth i know; i know i am more
than a storm but the beautiful
Light above bruised skies
:: 05.24.2020 ::
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