It’s a complicated world
ruled by pain and fear
Everything’s ‘will you swim
or will you fade’
the smallest things
hold us back
the madness outside
are nothing compared
to what’s within my halls
Brain traffic: s/o confused
grid-locked & neurotically fused
Drain my Soul
Brain traffic: over/used
fear-porn-fed till your dead
then Life’s on hold
it’s all Inside your head
:: 03.27.2020 ::
LOVE curved within a flame-
ember dancing heart
From a Northern Wind
into a castle-flake
of burning ice
softly fell upon our
that Summer always
THEN the skies bellowed a frothy glitter and d o w n became up &sideways
turned horizontally truthful said the vegan Aardvark. THE Policeman chewed his
side and a Red Ant crawled out from his nostril damn-us (Quatrain 173) &
my pillow has luscious lips from some disembodied woman who once cared
for me. The rest of this deliriousprose is buried in an unmarked book within a discount store on the far side of the Moon.
to all the poets who suffer: who wish the next word
is the last drop of eternal pain
You are safe within this Pantheon
are the skies more blue?
Does a brook sing across her
banks and over soft rocks?
can you hear the robin and
her discourse for the day?
And during evening storms
Mother Nature’s greatest silence
is between lightning and thunder.
LOVE curved within a fame ember dancing heart exquisitely soft and words?
From a Northern Wind into a caste-flake of burning ice softly fell upon our pressed lips and winter…that Summer always within you!
SOMETIMES the good times & sometimes
we get what we want )sometimes(
Having had a Dream within this Dream
was a long long time ago and Lord knows
this isn’t the first time, no it isn’t the first time.
How we dreamed and dreamed of each other
without knowing each other’s names or where
we lived and breathed — so, please let me know
oh please let me know how you are while
an ocean keeps our hearts apart — this good
man is so in love with
your voice and smile and sunny Soul.
Goodnight, goodnight sweet darling.
Tomorrow is tomorrow and today much as yesterday–
smelling time tastes like frozen pipes
in winter-time. There, across the kitchen table
i see a beach of white sands and emerald waters –let us jump across the kitchen table and rush the ocean. Your hair is golden brown and your legs are tall skyscrapers with many talented tenants — I am the only tenant but pay nothing in hard currency.
You and me are One.
The birds no longer fly into the windows of our Souls — we have opened our windows to allow fresh beauty into our World.
He wore a fedora to hide the sun / broken shoes to show his Soul
no others would approach unless assured — seeing tomorrow’s morning would be good
Slaying stares with the voice of his Eyes Parting waters by breath and sigh
goes the maker of words the nurturer of worlds\ so i bleed
so i need so i feed Upon the refusal of Life — it keeps me
it shows how the world turns upon a top of needle-headed feeble thoughts — go away.
:: 02.22.2020 ::