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Flatness__ charged words.
bellowed//out\\wardness
i chashed utterfly
wing : eXPLOSING butter memory
_(ubble Head > — huggly
faceSMEARED tears OF NO
path/ i .AUGH caught
said she/he said shit\
she left: oh no said HE:
the divine i spoke \ i was
that never good| the skin of
my animal … of all these
of all silence and experienced
traveled. How my eyes are fingers
pelted skillfully rolled. Then,
within my heart; to be never without
that fate of a beating drum inside
my chest. A beautiful nature of
round Moon and square Sun sings
as you. Love is that deepest root
of a breathing sky of life/how higher
is glorious wonderous that I carry
this heart.\ I could ponder my poems
professor/ These sharp teeth and carve
eyes as a cat of nine times to die.
How many have tried. Gentlewoman
and ladies.
:: 11.01.2021 ::
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flatness__ charged words.
bellowed//out\\wardness
i chashed utterfly
wing : eXPLOSING butter memory
_(ubble Head > — huggly
faceSMEARED tears OF NO
path/ i .AUGH caught
said she/he said shit\
she left: oh no said HE:
the divine i spoke \ i was
that never good| the skin of
my animal … of all these
of all silence and experienced
traveled. How my eyes are fingers
pelted skillfully rolled. Then,
within my heart; to be never without
that fate of a beating drum inside
my chest. A beautiful nature of
round Moon and square Sun sings
as you. Love is that deepest root
of a breathing sky of life/how higher
is glorious wonderous that I carry
this heart.\ I could ponder my poems
professor/ These sharp teeth and carve
eyes as a cat of nine times to die.
How many have tried. Gentlewoman
and ladies.
:: 11.01.2021 ::
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I DON’T follow rules. It keeps the “format police” away, mostly.
But at times, I have to kick them in academic teeth.
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 = oh Majora, my minora sweets
melting in a box next to me.
My lover we shall spend nights in La Rioja
and taste the best wines and dine upon feasts
in romantic bodegas so we shall stroll
the day upon the land at Casa Rural —
I hear her vineyards
are a magic potion
for heavy hearts!
I hope we miss
the Renfe and Alsa
that we may walk
across the treasure
of Rioja’s Region
and fall in love
while stranded within
a small town as the
last bus leaves
beneath a Spaniard night
These are the memories
I wish in La Rioja
:: 08-15-2014 ::
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SOMEDAY is morning someday nights
someway is east someways south
found a lotus inside my mouth
broke the petal ate the sun
found myself inside my head
hey yea.
how i never hated fake smile
but the lies behind the lips
Jesus spoke people listened
then strapped him to a post
lost, disappointed, hesitant
and weak so we’re all freaks
swimming in a muddy pond,
beautiful and strong.
But so weak.
:: 10.31.2021 ::
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NATURE states what natural beings
do -=-
that season of pause
between sunrise sunsets, & lastly come?
the tending of maturity’s
sun
:a role berates the youthfulness
of life, then takes a toll
and overworked/ i know i know\
not of spirit but body!
My dying soul.
:: 04-04-2014 ::
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Sometimes uh
sometimes love
melts inside love
and how love came down
to touch deeply
for many forget safety
Oh weep.
Please don’t kiss me so sweetly dear
oh do not touch or embrace my shadow
cause i’ll make you cry centuries
while flowers sprout these tears
feed dirt inside your soul
_______<+>
Baby oh baby coo’ing
and when you look inside eyes
your hurt is inside tender hands
not my arms — how i cannot understand
as a pure artist i see colors and hear
songs by clouds and weeping winds
— all within my heart: lies the
snake called Robert//hiss\\ i hear
you squeal again lovely one.
No disgrace no ageless stinch only
how we scream again — BABY COO
COME AGAIN and be my friend as sometimes
in my skin i pray how no one knows
; how space and time are just thought
bending memories://|| release come
oh won’t you come: release your dreams.
:: 10.29.2021 ::
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SKIP shoe gum eye-dog wait he is as together as
gangster song word-cornflake and stupid dirty
boy; mister police little flea screaming how
blood sits on the corner of circle K stores;
hey yellow Custer-general fish eye’d
naughty girl: sasquatch coat inside an
English garden waiting for the sun
koi fish moping for fresh water inside
this crazy world
I am THE WORDSMITH TEXT-PERT JOKER
SMELLING how pigs squeal for Eiffel Tower
Edgar Allen Poe e.e. cumming days —
Shoop /channel/cost/life\ —- entertaining
devil dragging humanity (naughty people) by
their heart and weak minds. I saw you sitting
in an English garden waiting for me.
I AM THE WORDSMITH TEXT-PERT JOKER SMOKING
JOKER WATCHING you — crying inside surreal
cloud and praising false gods you created.
I AM THE EGG MAN
I AM THE WALRUS
soop…shoop. hah ha ha ha ha (everyone
COME)
shoe gum eye-dog
w-ord-cornflake police little fea.
:: 10.29.2021 ::
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Love is more than art
it is The sensation.
A feeling of being,
where even when we
all can cry!
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The towers by the falls those leaning stalks
gleaming crystal objects are devoured by the calls
whose blinking balking meanings melting neglect
What that stands tall remains forever —
nothing…
Oh! No thing at all!
::eprobles::
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A piece of the sky _
ate my heart
in silence oh no mother yes, everynight.
i was always born left of wrong and further into
this ever-night of howling moon. No matter what i do___
and the river loaded with questions and babbling brooks
speak, “if you’re dead too love me too.”
I’m going up and going down and screaming love for life
and tearing at my brains — oh, my memories kill.
How my body died before i was born __ how my wings melted
falling down toward Earth and wondering why oh why
did i ever fall here upon the small rock called Earth?
Oh. Yes, a piece of the sky ate my heart in silence.
:: 10.29.2021 ::
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