SOMETHING how you don’t care
(he never takes me anywhere)
out on the lawn i lie in dreams
big dipper licking all of me
and congregated ants vote for me
;don’t you mind? don’t you care?
sleepy do, sleep do as my feet
point to the rising moon
don’t you tell me what to do
within my skull is an equal
as colleagues in a ring
(unless it’s all within my mind
shoo be doo; don’t tell me
what to do!)
as i walk along cobblestones
in the deepest part of
New Orleans i can see (i can see)
warlocks and vampiric needs
dripping down by the brimming river
i hear a lover sing under an arch
of a church entrance way:
“i shall love you till the blood
of all humanity has dried up!”
it’s overdo, shoo be doo, don’t
cha tell me how to feel or what
to do! Shoo be doo!

:: 08-01-2015 ::

While you’re vacillating
they say, “We’re believing
and we’ve bought you,”
they say, “a treasure map
showing how you can find
your heart”
This spot of soil sits
directly below my head
“We’re a false witness
it goes with our love”
i want to burn all these
liars who watch my future
burning fields of feelings
the pain like an unwound
clock i keep winding up
and i see the woods once
inviting but hear there’s
a flying trickster in that
wood next to the false
witness so i dismissed
the greater part of my friends
and hear they have done evil
things upon that spot of land
i was never told, a hidden
path to their soiled spot
within a phallic tower
all within inverted commas.

:: 08-01-2015 ::

i prefer the Museum to God
and the flower over thorn
space-time over sundaes
and a walk into eternity

there’s a whole universe
just for lost patience
and like my personal
relations i perish
for best reasons

in this moment of beauty
i find no history,
a perfect completion
too early? if a mother
born it then has another
lover where ghosts are haunted

we are all lost and wanted

:: 08-01-2015 ::

between attention and retention
is an elastic rubber band-THOUGHT
s   t   r   e   t   c   h   e   d
atop beginnings and superfluous
endings (a word: ending–>i hate)
Of earth and air as mortal distraction
to wake up and piss and brush one’s
tooth; to clothe the wolf in sheep-
skin(cheap skin too) and make a bee
LINE to work! the master makes money
and we too–pennies on the dollar
So today i take the strain vertically
and dove so deep within my mind
i find i pierced the glint of what-if’s
and other impossibilities: i am writer
of words keeping note of insanity!

:: 08-01-2015 ::

IF we run into that sun
(we)should we see all things
brighter-clear and taller
to-day, remember?
The strawberry moment;
and fields of red luscious
berries when we held hands
with a squawk above piercing
hearts–the hawk’s keen eye
watched us growing in love
i remember how the night came
as a soft silk blanket ;it’s
hushed feelings sang, ‘eternal’
then a noisy dawn that brought
scars where vessels ought naught
be tied to rotting docks
And i remember that king of air
speaking without his crown:
SQUAWK! harbinger of discordant
noise like my love-life

:: 08-01-2015 ::

love come `q u i c k ly !
before a faltered sun
should be still.
Within me mystic darkness,
a church bell rang,
quickly! Like symbols
clanging trembles; cymbal
is my heart —
and symphony is in the air
as it is everyday; every hear!
And I – ah! Stumbles is
where my path leads; tripping
dipping swaying flaying across
“the labor of an age in piled
stones!” Milton knows!

:: 08-01-2015 ::

SHADOW MAKER

i ~~~ ME
got a
brave emotion
don’t you see
streaming crimson
it’s a vain body
i left in sunset
S H A D OW of its
decline // a spiral of
a tenth of a flame until
sunset a sunset of
S H A D O W M A N
WITH his other kind
in declined so i shrink
for others who kiss the
sun::: it’s so, so kind
the last of a dreamer
shallow man; shallow!
–man; sticks to shadows
and it’s a small mouth
(SHALLOW/SHALL WE)
meet the dreamer of love
just a chance to meet
:: the soul who may have
been the dreamer —maker
of dreams. shall we go?
so we go –>we go!
“” WISH I WERE SPECIAL “”

and if i am not
one of those
breezy hearts
what would make
your heart listen
so i want to\ be loved
by you loved by you
and i am so simply
a luckiest guy
ugliest guy —
so what’s upon my mind’
i think, listen —
i want to be loved by you
just you and i want to
be loved by you
the luckiest guy ~~
just a kiss from you
just a kiss – poc’
po-oop just you,
no body but you ~~
love….ed. by you!
i want to be loved
by just you!
i want to be the luckiest
guy in all the world
let me:letME be.

:: 08-01-2015 ::

i sit upon a needle the mountain of hate
a point in time as space and i should
always say everything’s so much
like memories, a cascade of all i
ever knew but then again i never try
cause i remember everything
and hate is a birthday
and sadness all the friends
who bring gifts of pain
and where is my sweetest friend?
in this world of shadows and
fake light do you let me down?
are you with someone else
i’m here and should never wonder
cause you have it all and i’m
just an empty hole you visit
sometimes//__so real it breaks
eyes when they gaze into a face
i wear everyday /my Kingdom of
shadows like a crown of deep despair
as i sit upon this mountain of
needles\\.

:: 07-31-2015 ::