THE contour of a
popped kernel
Slipped into my mind
as a silliest
th ought popcorn
pops is a mean guy
who viciously beat
the woman who loves
me. i like eating
popcorn but hate
pops.
MY kernal of #truth!
:: 07-16-2018 ::
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ALPHA BETS
wakes up at miserable
NEEDS-TIME a stumbling poet/every
step a letter – BUMPcrashing
fumbling into E; dangerous letter
as a spike like F;
C so smooth like a soft chair;
X to prostrate oneself a C R O S S;
B squishy boobies like Aunt Olga
who lost her secrets within a
dilapidated lie.
Alpha bets are big winners
and sometimes sore losers.
If i could have a word with you
i would use all alpha bets to
just express my imaginary world.
Then. Love?
Never mind—i always
lose that bet.
:: 07-16-2018 ::
FOUR BROkeN NiGHts
FOUR broken nights i am your fool
For broken Cupid knees suffering
{ b r o k e n. Behind my friend fear }
the devil in the forest bathing
as the doe licking dew
and politicians at the end of a rope
AND religion too
are about four broken nights
having bled their swollen days like pigs
Committing to breakfast bacon
And hens by eggs only
so-so!
:: 07-14-2018 ::
BooK FARMS
i’m not g a y but y o u. ARE beautiful
&. y e l l o w s walk by
on two pink sticks ______hunched black
cowboy hats shoot
#Shooting Stars#
AND booked worms abused by Mr. Jones
of Manor Farm are bet’er than
book
______
managers
in brick and mortar.
:: 07- 14-2018 ::
EMBER TOMB’D WALLS
i recall the times so long ago
calling you until i lost
count oh…
all the falling tears
of a thousand years
and more
so sick so dead so sit
there and bleed some more
while i stab
memories of what-was
what-has has-been so sick
pushing against ember-tomb’d
walls encased unspoken dreams
i scream my heart out __
you dreeeeeam fondling
broken protocol
I know (we’re fools)
that time’s a school
stuck in now forward go
reverse the must of
fucking can’t do
ember tomb’d
ember’d room
sap a glue
encasing you
and all the tears
of a thousand years
and more
:: 07-14-2018 ::
BIG ROOMS
A new day. When i buried you.
i found love within me by
the warmest touch Of my heart
i have grown. By the things
over ‘there’ there now.
AND Largest walls hide
hammered nails so lost.
A new shape from the deepest
inkwell || well now ||
we are on our own.
And Poets never grow up
WE GROW BIG ROOMS.
:: 07-10-2018 ::
KOI CARPED THE 5TH
Fury!
Black striped and gold bands
your ghost feet
my shattered tongue
Oh love!
What madness
that fragrant flower!
lungs as balloons
with air
That Time divides:
purple Pains &
pink Pleasures
Koi
carped the 5th
the judge laughed
and gummy bears hate
hungry lawyers.
:: 07-10-2018 ::
I’VE BEEN KISSED BY A LARGERSby
There use to be a place for laughter
within this carnival ride of life
a large blue-eyed rabbit to ride
purple flying piglets wearing
knitted green sweaters kissing
roses in bloom — so the light
hits the bloom again
There is so much i could tell you
but you remain so much the power
so much the pain –> oh baby to
live like you’re an addiction
so i guess i should know i should
go but love how you kiss how your
roses are a colorLiking my heart
the light upon the dark side of me
(and did you know when it’s winter
you’re my summer rose?) And now that…
There’s so much i could tell you
oh how i love you love you like
an addiction when it snows
oooh when twin purple tulips bloom
PurpleBURST (i’ve been (ah!) [if i should crush…\
so much power so much my pleasure
so much my addiction my pain] of a DAY i
kissed and IF_i get addicted to love
then by more of the carnival of kisses
by life so MY PAIN
TO LIVE LIKE i love MY ADDICTION
and my heart BECOMES LARGERSby –>
the lips of your purple bloom.
and love remains.
:: 07-04-2018 ::
MoMA I CANNOT GIVE MY CHILDREN
MoMA i cannot give my children
away ||| the walls are lonely
crucifixes — flatSURFACES making
tears |/and\| resurgence of
ways i have died. ‘ Simply ‘ is
no word that exists in this
universe, dear. And infinity are
spaces between whole numbers;
ONE s t retched in2 a hope
of reaching outside the caveBONED
life of souls my dear. We only
have each other and my heart
aches i cannot feel any longer
than this:
*
i love you, too.
:: 07-01-2018 ::
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