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WITH frosted window pane so cold to touch
Jack Frost has come to town to play
so lock your car and bar your doors
with a heart made of cold blue ice
and fingernails as sharp as knives
Jack is loose and has a grudge
The moon barren a vacant stare
bleeding flurries crimson flakes
a snow like river blood congealed
upon your steps you fear
now so near!
In suede slippers you shuffle
toward the door holding breath
and you peek thru a hole
see the cold and so much more;
It’s old man winter’s friend
who’s come to visit
No need to show him inside
a cold dark night your blood drains
away and you find he’s here
somehow someway he’s come
from beneath the floor
Jack’s no friend of yours
but loves the cold
:: 10-20-1997 (rev) ::
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the cries of the dead city burn
the air and i weep for the children
and dogs are running with muddy legs
while mothers howl for their babies
and the sun is falling down
while all the world’s flags fall
from the top of their poles
and today started out so beautiful
it must be the day of the dead
and my girl’s tall with hard eyes
she already knew today would come
so she threw me a kiss saying
‘we go to bed with these long legs
of mine’ and i begin to heave
and twine about me as a burning
limousine rolls by with no one
at the wheel. I think it’s the
end of the world as we know it.
:: 09-16-2015 ::
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i am so electric so postcard pathetic
i am the Victorian light
of a street lamp following you
i am the army of one heart
shipping off to war with love
i am so eccentric so alive in you
2
i cut my tongue licking an envelop
i am the moonlight of a time
i am still singing the body electric
i wonder if my words shall reach you
i am the ‘i’ of all i feel thinking
i say my beating heart belongs to you
3
and if all my honoring of you is fire
in the glad hours of my mourning
i am worth what here upon this Earth
if i never say if i never write these
little scribbles of words of my beating
heart that walked for lives honoring you
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and if i threw everything within the fire
of centuries loving you it’s all i can do
our bodies at each instant beating hearts
like tasting fields of red strawberries
and i cut my tongue upon the edge of you
i am the moonlight of your life all love
:: 09-16-2015 ::
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Dearest Love,
I am the little vessel upon your ocean
and you seem far away as the waves are
gentle now that we are continents apart
as a misery of a sailor greeted by red
mornings
then alterable noons of mourning.
A privileged host is asking,
‘with whom shall i settle this vessel
when a storm is coming?’ And mooring
my ship not with rope, chain nor anchor
but by this great love! The Great Wave
has perched me atop the tallest crest
and as bravely i go i go to thee!
And red skies at night! This heart
a delightful song as dawn must always recur
a sight occularly straight
and as true as the North Star!
Forever yours,
The Warmest Love
:: 09-16-2015 ::
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AND if you call it
madness
i shall call it
love
and many believe it
a gaze upon each other
but i (each) together
staring in the same
direction call it love
like a moving river
is the choice of love
which we make
moment to moment
and like a sickness
no remedy but to
love more
my angel, all of me,
my very self — just
these words today
for you i shall give
and if i dream
more solid than Earth
God! i comfort you
with nature and words
which must be — love
:: 09-16-2015 ::
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AND within the beautiful
where i never knew
within the bountiful
love
i once tasted life
then knew as a screw
tightly bounded by
wood and you
that shaped the thread
of my heart by helix
–not a spiral
and as the first screw
factory — my love,
it was a financial failure!
:: 09-13-2015 ::
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THERE is a word that publishers
prefer, called
:::::::::::::::
S O L D O U T:::::::::::::
like a flower that bees prefer
and prostitutes of words
call CASH-IN like a white guy
named MICHAEL who couldn’t get
his poem published changed his
skin changed his soul and a name:
–> YI-FEN CHOU <—
makes me sick
literal whore
literary star
so sue me like all the waves
of a blue ocean i live within
and BEST AMERICAN POETRY
can go suck my cock
(hehe) better if with ink
like a false witness //lost
my patience for writers so cheap
they feed their egos with fire
and ashes of babies called poems
go fuck yourself
:: 09-13-2015 ::
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mumble-fumble sidewalk stroll
watch the lights turn red
i’m so dead says a friend i once knew
a blue beetle on broken glass
so blue so me so sharp
all the rest of me
so don’t hurry,arrest your steps
in memories of a yellow sun
my life like rails on a track
derailed by stop-n-go filling
tanks of forgotten vacations
a little boy licks a lollipop
looks like gold and smells nice
(i once knew) don’t look down
there’s no shoes just a beard
and needle tracks
so mumble-fumble sidewalk life
a heart more calloused than my feet
but the sun keeps them warm upon
the asphalt toward hell
:: 09-13-2015 ::
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i fastened a silver latch onto my decorated casket
gently taking the last flower-scented breath
Resting my fear within my wicker head-basket
Baby dreams– won’t just yet
say forget my baby breath
My heart, with trembling care swings open the
awful door to hell, oh! It’s all within my head
all within my ears, this flower-scented breath
A soul so like a shopping basket buying things to
fill a void of ‘forever’ so gently moving finger
off a six foot deep hotel
i dug myself out like a thief
i run toward the turned backs
of all those i loved
…the heart without a soul
the mark of rough life
with a silver latch held
in my hand and a terrible tempest
mashing all the air!
:: 09-13-2015 ::
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MY noodle worm thinking thing!
how i love you in this vast
ugly smile that sun burns
who i perfected
perfect breasts
telling me my face
is a farmland growing
the youth of my heart
telling you
saying me: the softest
killing moon rises again
taking me through the
window of my masturbation
nights — cultured nights
with extended biological
laugh: we excrete hahaha
like life wet dreams
smelling human –taste
paste tooth grin! 🙂
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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