The sun has sunk, now it is calm yellow before the beast of the Moon
gives us silver light!

My cock runs down 15th street looking for the hen — she lays eggs
beneath the moon summoned in a strummed guitar-life sound! The
world swirls for her; it is time-space eating moments. Women’s breasts
swell with the moon’s tide and mensturate.

Men are totally unaware of a female composition.

Upon my tongue: sweet fetid dust of her
breath lingers upon my lips.

I am the PRINCE OF CALM.

Her female beauty cuts my arms.

My Master the root of Love.

I cool my baby — the pure blue footsteps like a waltz. I once thought I was a great painter but now know I am a poet.

Within the Month of October the police begin to cordon my words for they speak of Love.

I sail through space and time.

How funny you are today WORLD.

I eat v-jays and misuse my talents.

 MOTHERS of the WORLD
                allow your children to 

read and learn and never forgive them for
their precious born talents — it will DEVOUR
YOU!

:: 10.03.2020 ::

A COMPROMISE.
THEN? Eternity.
It is numbers
beneath thoughts.

A tower of Souls,
a weak cry.
Evening dying
A day that’s on fire.

Souls with mouths eat
their throat —
in their common way.
Defile the trickster
you stole away.

The body’s skin carries
the satin embers of
this brilliant glow.

To apprehend the thorn
that twists within your
side — what? Eternity.

It’s fled with the sun
and gone to the sea.

:: 09.03.2020 ::

MY heart and mouth so full and loaded
my poor mind dribbles at the brain stem
— caporal! women squirt love and gleem
within eyes (no dirty words) under the
full pregnant moon and marshy land
i felt this gift — such a blessed
single laugh, my poor mind dribbles
at the stern of my spine___
in the night time we go
so entertained by o abracadantic waves
so hello hello! so lewd, so ithyphallic,
a wheelhouse a whorehouse a heavenly
undeniable pleasure of corrupted pleasure.
i ask the porcelain woman to take
my hands Bacchic hiccups and her slim hips
i swallow my heart inside pleasure
she is over me and assured as all i know;
heaving and thrusts of love and meaning.

:: 08.31.2020 ::

In fright of voices she spilled a torrent of tears
of a frozen sun, like new born babies so,
today a mysterious desert day: we serve the servants
in the end with a body by eyes of excidium sweat
an aroma imparted within effervescent hearts.
Painters, poets and politicians
; gods, demons and angels —
we pull the fish from our nets
and our own spears of terror —
hey my accountant forest green
fans of longing death attracts
divided thirst and i love the
sound of morning birds singing
over my cold grave of stiff
drinking paper signs.

:: 08.24.2020 ::

BORN into a hot summer
of discontent
abandoned by gods
and souls
was the new born fetus
now senseless
; heels upon a skin
so pure as snow
everywhere and everyone
who saw him smelled an ocean
salt and blue skies
: humans always choose the house of
the murdered — stale smell of perfume
and used cigarettes absorbing the idol
of going in and out of skin
broken water
birth pains
sadness uses
and pleases an immensity of the eagle.
of introduction to the love
of poetry and terror — we choose
to ignore the songs of nature
and her beauty.
WE
distrust wheat that talks.

:: 08.24.2020 ::

i was not alive with varying shades of my love through veins like blood; as a new born with every step i find myself many steps behind and all dusty ancient words and spilled crystal tears:
FLASH OF MYTHS
producer of anguish & bitten plump lips of sorrow
or am i mad for realizing the
FLASH OF MYTHS
hangs the ?- mark of mortal fleshy-brain-minds.
Eternity has no need for you to hurry my Love. Enjoy your days!

:: 08.13.2020 ::