DO not confuse my
sense of mystery
with Evil…
I keep them in
separate pockets
:: 08-15-2014 ::
Category Archives: Surrealism
SERIOUS MATTERS!
Who keeps pace
with life
and death?
That glory
to the grave?
Perhaps a smile,
perchance a tear?
And I, no chance —
just a smile
and perfect spirit
I tease endurance
and tame the soul!
:: 08-15-2014 ::
ORGAN GRINDER
I rode upon the highway —
heat, dry-sweat today
Glided through a red light
all the way to your
empty uterus parking spot
The organ grinder and
his spotted monkey
entertained me while
I sat in a cadmium-baked car
Majora, my minora sweets
melting in a box next to me
A prostate nun knocked
a holy rap upon my white-knuckle
scarred heart — a dollar
fallopian boo scared her away
Separation of faith and fear!
Wait! Lawless pride forever
guides the human less race!
Just another broken dream
and face shattered in you
Mother Less pulled my tubes
drank a spotless juice
Freddy Gargoyle Blue sang
Wait! Lawless Pride forever
guide the human less race!
Just another broken tooth
a heart broken…
a heart broken in two
:: 08-15-2014 ::
BLUE SAHARA OCEAN DREAMS
And the ink blue life of dog kisses
fell upon the large space there
wider than a tortoise shell
a third degree kiss upon toes
sand shell tornadoes greenly thick
a thunder white cap clasped my heart
what undertow dreams silently bubbles
and my lips parted a soul so gently
Beneath a Blue Sahara Ocean Dream
:: 08-15-2014 ::
Gerber’s Strawberry Death
I shed away the skin
of human shadow-faces
I begged a figural
of heartShaped lips…
my knees bled you
and ghosts ate my
golden string soul
a secret lover’s world
No! now, whoa!
I ate your soul!
Wow, low, how?
It tastes like love…
No, now, whoa!
I hate your lies
Wow, low, how?
I fell into your heart…
and your penis fly trap
devoured my only friend
a dashboard Jesus
bobs His Head…
And baby’s breath is fresh
Gerber’s strawberry death
And mother’s milk my silk
When we meet in clitoria bed
No, now! Whoa!
I ate your soul
Wow! low! how?
I gave you my soul…
You were my High School
infatuation friend
and I gave you high
behind music hall
Now Mozart turns inside
and Beethoven sighs
Cobain blew his mind
and my penis fly trap…
Eats Gerber’s strawberry death
:: 08-15-2014 ::
“……………..”
Just a peck of you
smudge kissMouth
I ate a rose roughTO-
Night — and hunger
for that pink tongueWish
tied to the knot of my
ManHeart deeplyNeeds
wounded bleeding —
sillyMe drama loves
romantic scenes —
stay here UP on the
wooden lit stage —
when the curtain falls
falls Falling below
your knees — I
should say this…
“…………….”
08-06-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 97
I whisper feather-felt
tongue beneath the shadow,
treading gently, as I go
my soul, the bleeding heart.
In all bright-fairness gentle
womanHeart with golden hair,
a tarnished life stone I am
Fallen golden dustBin life
Lilac-like, bending, tending
to the winds,
the roots too deep to blow
my soul away across the field
:: 08-05-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 96 AVOID
SO delicately
I said to
the VOID:
“I love you.”
And quietly
I listened…
NOTHING
|
|
AVOID
:: 07-23-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 95 LOVELY FAILURE
I am a miserable
lovely failure
of beautiful life
:: 07-23-2024 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 94 soulBONES
see me through
today — the walls
so grand and
what height!
I [my soulBones] tired
but that heart still beats!
and I wish my mind
were a heart — thoughts
like blood coursing
through my life
my unspeakable —
teach meStrength!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
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