Category Archives: #surreal

THE CORPSE

There as still and quiet as dead.

Sleeping. ?

Yes.

The walls had grown used to the scene. The dreams tired of the same actors with different faces.

The dead take care of their own.

The corpse lit the room’s lamp and in the gray dark began to work.

It bathed the perpetually sleeping body that lay in bed. Trimmed the hair and applied blush to it’s cheeks.

The sleeping know nothing of the awakened world; the dead know nothing of the sleeping but that they sleep the deepest of all. Dripping, the legs were dried.

The sleeper’s eyes opened.

The corpse closed them with the coldest of fingers.

Placing the stiff scrub brush upon the nightstand the corpse was pleased with the Sleeper.

And smiled.

:: 01-15-2019 ::


PHENOMENAL GIFT

IF it all ends with you I shall extend my hand
and pinch time into two butterflies.
Do you see the orchestral skies? It is teaching
the stars a new dance for the world’s coming
funeral and the eyes of mystery are now weeping
for the blue-white jewel. The Sun knows and she
is aching. and every bird. Sings one less song
each day.

The phenomenal gift called death.

:: 10-06-2018


LIGHT MY CIGARETTE WHILE I CUT MY WRISTS

… absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird’s body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits

then all things might be
equal and if so then what?

Zero.

Which is arguably a ‘something’
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.

Words.

The devil’s insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
we might see the super-
structure of reality then.

What then?

HORROR.

:: 09-21-2018 ::


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 ::


WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU

<grinning>
oh hello hello
could it be you’re
looking for me?

and I’ve got oranged
stains of summer
bleeding upon
my knees

hello?

what moves you higher(
a chilling ride) ?
adults say what
they  w(on’t)ant</frowning>
i’m more the same
like life’s (say-u)
vibrations which move
my hands And
we watch the dolls
we watch them cry (it’s
theday
ohyes it’s the day that
the free died and the
living tried to say,
” i’M TRYING!” SO toDay
i pulled the trigger
today i tried
to claim
‘all theTrialsofmy
brothers & sisters) AND
fate said, “all arms inside
of you so you don’t die”_
so one More time Around
the, “Merry-Go Down”

:: 11.18.2016 ::


CONJOINED COSMIC TWINS

i ONce knew an infant whose name is now TIME
the brilliance of this Spirit became known
in 1/2
of a part
Light! Which, again (ahem) i knew when the
VOICE called out the shadows (which had to
be created, right?) These incredible events
lead to the greatest anomaly any universe
has ever heard: both infants became the
Physics which made our very own UNIVERSE.
Therefore, we are not just TIME &
LIGHT but the essences of the DIVINE
CREATION!

:: 01-14-2017 ::


MY DELiCATE MOUTH

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THE INCREDIBLE TRUTH

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A HUNDRED POEMS – LXVIII

if I LOVE what be more
that I express—stumble tumble
my tears a leg broken shoe
I should not beg the spot
where love that touched
the center of my yellow sun
so I love what never-touched
that red blot center of your heart
and if I love what be more?

:: 06-09-2014 ::


HOW DELICATE IS LOVE

my drowning
t h r o at
rushing pure
feelings …
water! Life!
Are we not
born between
chaotic waves
where we live
as King & Queen
in Sand Castles!?!

:: 08-01-2016 ::