o f c o l o r fulSOUNDS that died when this novel began as the stars are falling i wonder why have i been waiting so long to be here — where i once said, “where i am going?” All within your sunshine i found the light shining through; the barking trees and dogs crying; this seasonal salad between your thighs /within the sunshineLOVE\ i climbed up to tie all eyes to not feel shame giving angels such surprise –> that i am with you and my editor cried:
” you have been waiting so long;to be where you have been going –within the nectar-sauce of LOVE “
so i finished beating my glyph-heartstaying within you now until the Caesarof LAW has waited this long — to belike-ever your seas could dry upwhere ALL WISH GO;/jk324323423\ within the target of PASSION.
:: 07.13.2020 ::
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A NASTY SWEET BEAUTIFUL PLUSH LOVE
BRAIN TRAFFIC
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
these walls
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
BRAIN DEAD.
:: 03.27.2020 ::
BIRDS HATE HUNGRY CATS
rev 02.23.2020
BiRDs HaTE HUnGry CATS
I took the wax of your melted face
and shaped an orchid-OrGan-garden
of baby breath as legions of devils
cried playing fire harps
while I stomped tulips beneath cloven
hoovesMyGaud sees me naked
even the tattoo on my a$$;
Nothing hidden from his grace
i have a trick o’ bent knee
and a disease life gives me
a beating heart count down
and the numbers are weak
and your purseLips kissmee
i lick the floor below your feet
crying harps sing and a devil
laughs behind SunsKinCANcer–
a curtain of angel hair; she knows
i eat the baby breath of gardens
and the birds hate hungry cats
:: 07-02-2014 ::
Rev: 02.23.2020
WEATHER OF LOVE
LOVE curved within a flame-
ember dancing heart
exquisitely soft
and words?
From a Northern Wind
into a castle-flake
of burning ice
softly fell upon our
pressed lips
and winter…
that Summer always
within you!
:: 02-?-2020::
A VEGAN AARDVARK
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
m0uth-
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.
::02.??.2020::
No Title
to all the poets who suffer: who wish the next word
is the last drop of eternal pain
i say
You are safe within this Pantheon
of pain____________and,
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.
::02.10.2020::
WEATHER OF LOVE
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!
:: 02-?-2020::
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yea oh
yea
oh yea wish we lived within a better time than now now-now no hearse pulls a u-hall behind it now-now if you give it away give it all away i say and moths have no feed-time on a closet of emptiness as empty heads require no hats — there-there;who wears a real hat these days? Sinking waters hold ships tighter than leather-skin and she was a grand woman with a long neck and longer abdomen– forgive the orchids for they ate her and spat up fluorescent pink angel hair.
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