i know the poem
(and many think, too)
liking like lips seemingly,
touching words with no-
body cares for thinking
slidingSloping reading
but mine are climbing
beating thinking breathing
and sundays a god rests
— unless he’s reading
my own heartBeatings!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
The magic-life like hugging spoon
against another)spoon-like life
a being-here like humanStory
that all thumbly-reading while,
(nothing-here/ but idel-meating(
only imagine,a fall of watering
misty-dreamy godSpray hair-in
a splash across solid maybe
rocks and mistySpirit float-in
ways so slippery mystery-daze!
i(can we?) supposing this
a solid-misty dreaming day?
:: 10-01-2014 ::
i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
signing fairy tales aloud
nothing matters to this heart
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me!
I say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a-faster!
and i escape the life of you
i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
are all singing back to me!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
sweet tongue Slicking me
Slender fingers licking me
and tight necked People
kiss if’ings spider crawling
so ghostly fingers that’s their
on string Killing spi ders I
and picker Aaaah err ah! Oh ah!
I sitting in beach
sand Kraken glues them err ee ah
singing blue fin birthday porpoise
kissing my lips and err! Oh ahh err!
my heart lays on dirt Dirt duh da dirt
da da dirt and the whales weep
:: 10-01-2014 ::
wind perhaps like when –then
perhaps a wish thinking-bee
busy pollinating her dreams
of all the blessings which see
golden promises above nights
weaking weeping buzzing tears
that nobody loved this, too
wind perhaps like when –then…
:: 10-01-2014 ::
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 me strength!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
FRIEND: And where are you from?
ME: I’m from another place far away,
which no one can visit from here.
FRIEND: How is that?
ME: Do you believe in time travel?
:: 09-25-2014 ::
I kiss the air of night
and never bite the lip
but pin my importance
upon the wings of knights
and the sword of steel
gleaming – reflecting eyes
All my shadows – accusations
and the sight-of-sees
my anomalous life
They come from fears breath –
ing within my heart
I’m a low-down witch,
taking steps not taken
by the shadow of death
no, never taking them twice
Most of which the night
never remembers — sweet stride
and a tithe for my Church
of life
:: 09-26-2014 ::
Stellaric amplifier
cosmoganic
deep orgasmic
[playing] ==> lover
whose thin body
i ate in full
great space surpassed
the future yow-ee,
i beg you, please…
find me, and in a sec
i would recognize you
even though i saw you
just a moment while
you passed filaments
lady…lay-den prayers
oh, when i walk & dream
do i even cross your mind
when I saw you…you were
color and scent and love
just in a moment…
my stellar ampler fire
gently eating my cosmos
:: 09-26-2014 ::
LYING, that death of many betrayals
TOO, my teeth broken by force
And tongues bleed upon whitened truth
I dreamed the color autumn, like God
for each death, some resurrect
I dreamed the month of December too,
within my lying castle-ice i froze,
the tears, like diamonds but cold,
a jewel for death and not the heart
I dream of love, the month of Life
within a dying wish beside Astoria
:: 09-26-2014 ::
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