i denied into the green
silence like magnet tar
a willingly heart
pit out into the morning
mourning with a warm warning
(kiss me) dyingly warm worlds
to be locked into silence
a drawn magnet tarpit trap
so i ate your cancer-soul
and drowned into your memory
wait! hey! i came here a man
from madame death babies
–breath twirling names
spinning her own fingers
and i gave the green silence
nothing//if it should never
sing. How much should i eat
your cancer if it’s not enough
for us darling. And if i sing
it’s you and my own voice —
hey? Wait. I denied into the
green silence like a magnet tar
pit trap of love….of love…
never mind/blue butterflies.

:: 11062015 ::

I smell your fear like
anyone worthy
cued by truth and
simply too Beautifully
retired through me
and language of tongues

But you are not alone

Sun speak to me strangely
excited to watch souls
squirm and it must be
forwardflung backwardSpinning
a message of hidden souls
so uninvited to top leaps
alone speaking of love like
inwardlyhness but first
know I’m so alone and you
are so uninvited with iron
physics of a universe behind
me…
I don’t think you are learning
that I need a moment to live
learning sleeping with only
several faces and a multitude
of hearts just like me hurting

“how do you sleep how?” her
smiles. Said, “we lovers learn
probably just living-dead”

:: 11042015 ::

AND silence leaves no quarter
today as all the past by time
and walls divide insanity
that insolent corrosive lever
— what contempt!

Inside, beneath the rafters
upon the attic i watch
my thoughts at night: stumbling,
fumbling touching God,
archaic streaming prose!

When everything may have seemed
fine between the moments just ago
now a face of an ‘o’ as my thinking-
thoughting shadows fade away
i bury them within my mental garden

@ithin my head a cemetery
above my mind within the attic
where my thoughts are gallows
inside my empty home.

twice then three
thrice then four
that i have known
the softly hard killing heart!
what shame to have loved
my lover, avaunt!
All eclipses are the graceful
art of the hand of life!
twice then tree
thrice then rope
a bulging knot upon the neck!
and where my tears shall fall
by the grace of wind!

I hate my mouth today
it’s Friday
hate how I feel
everyone’s a ghost
and i’m all with shadows
alone within walls
and everyone laughs
for a good night
and should i feel
When the sound
recedes like you too
a nasty thought opposite
from shame i say
when you leave my shadow
” it’s Jesus’ mother,
Mary! Mary! Mary!
yeah yeah yeah!”
I died before Him
I died before Him
and now I am all
I am and what I
am is all we are
all we are is what
I loved
all I loved
is what I am

: ~~ :

EMOTIONAL PROSTITUTE

i hate that i love you
my mouth confess
like land-locked clouds
some mist before eyes
retains confusion:
but do not let it cause
you distress
as i love you always
and again.
You are everything and
again wait here!
While i hope for your
smile — you’re so outside
the hopeless song and i’m
so tongue-tied, yet i loved
you dearly while i don’t
want to be with you;
the jealous and timid mind
knows:
So jealously and dreamy i
once loved my everything
within you so I pray God
grant another that loves you
so.

:: 10282015 ::

SO delicately
I said to
the VOID:
“I love you.”
And quietly
I listened…
NOTHING
AVOID!

:: ~~ ::

i do miss
the featured
creature.
a tickle-beak
upon the hand
as i feed her
my flying
dreams!

:: ~~ ::

Be quiet my heart
be twice
quiet my soul!
that which prey
searches love
by quiet streets
of life walks!
Be by gentle life
so quiet
all life and love
come to gentle
spirits full of sun
so be quiet,
love!
by brilliance
most never know!

THE shouldest wind my never dream
I should
held //–ME. I might then should
did Dream Cold coal :: coals. this Time
hammered now into a brilliant thunderous
of what’if’s that stun time
–where all flesh becomes amazed ages
welcome to life.
The elder generation adores you
that we once are you Once. And now.
(A whispered mystery)?
So Open up the window and let some
air into your room
while ghosts parade your heart.

:: ~~ ::