You survive
to keep the gods
in check
the heart strives
early mornings
for a worm to peck!
The bluejay is true
:: 11-17-2014 ::
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S U RV IV AL
JENNY AND HER DEATH
AND is Jenny getting any
I saw her melting today
across a glass-pane store
HER rape was a Sunday dress
and tall stiletto death too
I heard her gasp inside
swallowed my innocence
But I don’t know what it means
She’s the one who died today
and I saw her smile too
I ran away into my mood
and dreamed of the smell
Jenny left a spot of soul
upon the sidewalk I walk
so pretty Jenny I love you
But I don’t know what it means
the stain again rapes my dark
hidden singing dreams
but I don’t know what it means
I don’t know what it means
But I love Jenny and her death
:: 11-13-2014 ::
CRAYOLA CHILD
MY induced silence
a pure anguish
which I dearly love
it is the gift unwrapped
beside the door
upon a flatly-table
so stable
Your fascination of me
i beg i am not the worthy
but your continued illusion
of object propels me
My flatter a curse
that burns within me
and I am the forgotten
an uninvited child by life
My crayola
— childhood I smelled
in youth made me cry
a smell of art that indescribable
invited love
and now the pain so replaced
What heart alive
past certainty
knows, not death
The promise
so perfection all within the mind
And I am somewhat heartened by pain
the sign of life-like a dying soul
unlike your love
i am strangely excited
Then i should — gave my life
to the expression of beauty
within art and prose
because flesh is not alive
without her artistic expression
:: 11-11-2014 ::
THE HORIZONTAL FENCE
UNDER the silver-eyed moon
where it always hangs
it spoke by way of Monday
i saw upon the horizontal
fence the eyes of a cat
too, its eyes spoke
and three eyes now
upon my soul, counting me
— five in all
Soon the clouds had shut
the moon, meowed the cat
and skipped away
leaving me with two
i could watch Rome
with five but two —
too few for my to-night
But the cat exquisitely ran!
But not so elegantly the moon!
And me, two eyes two feet
two glazed, too stiff
where i always hang
:: 11-11-2014 ::
THE BLACK MIRROR
I GAZED into the mirror’s back
there I saw the world’s eyes
the beauty and horror
of all our humankind!
Even my own eyes I saw
weeping for a blind eye!
:: 11-10-2014 ::
ACROSS THE GOD-HAND COSMOS
Soully by falling heartFeet
i held you lunar love,
the constant companion
over me lighting darkness
A whisper across spaceless
timeWalls sweet Light
my Lunar lovely one!
And all clearly now for me
not division of thought
but by love of precision
I see you up there hanging
across the GodHand Cosmos
And though distance stings
Our midnight kisses memories
And though the sun comes again
I still know the gently softness
of your Lunar Light Breasts
I share the love and beauty
of your gracefull presence
and hunger besets my days
while waiting for My Luna!
:: 11-08-2014 ::
MY VEINS BLEEDING WORDS
1
I thrust my head upward
though skewered by
my sharply limping words
and see the prose in my veins
of the promise for clarity
in this wet bag of blood!
When does flesh ever know
purity when decay is it’s friend?
2
That I know when an eye sees
the setting of a sun
another sees it rise!
And what of love and death?
Does the same eye see heaven
while another hell which seems
to be all the same as the sun?
I believe the impossible is true.
3
And the parts of all of me too,
see long beginnings and someThing;
the abstract as if it were insight
by my own admission I am delusional
And time melts the salt from my tongue
Its vague touch asserts a personal nature
but I am not soulDead, it’s not for me
in the cosmic corner Jester cries
:: 11-08-2014 ::
THORACIC mouthSOUL
Solid legs / \ my grand preying
mantis )attack( my nature
ate scissorCutter leafs
yourSoul e y e s.
slender casing souled
my love to God! I see!
no, wish I did! you there!
Panther thoracic mouthSoul!
A beauty so not of this world!
[we are alike in our role of few lines where we are the misunderstood]
:: 11-04-2014 ::
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