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if (and many have said this)
i should sleep with Death
i think i may sleep peacefully
if Death were a lover held
tightly as life when her hand
held me in love//i think love
is death too, it keeps me
close and never confuses
the laughter i had once
;it was that shadow behind
my throat. Death is
a sure date and unlike life
\i remember the raining days\
to eat each drop of wet smiles
–but death is not human
nor memories: it is space
and silent crickets.
my mind explodes in deep silence!
Thorax i mean/it’s insects
(i have something more to say
–burning light burning night
eats my words)
— // —
come on-board and bring
your tears
all aboard dear weeping
hearts and what friends
say goodbyes so short
a list i know i know
i feel the burn
i feel the turn
i feel your pain
ooh –>
and today is so blue
i allowed the skies
to touch my heart
a loud pain
and so away i go
until the end
i know hello
i know hello
i know hell no
when the lights
turn off i dream
where i am now
like a bug upon
a screen and temptation
entertains the soul
until the end
until the monkey screams
in a laboratory of science
i’m still human i think
until the prick of the
needle inside my heart
infuses a lifetime of
sensation so here we are
i feel so stupid i’m
that contagious
i say goodbye so list
me on your shortlist
of burning turning pain
:: 08-01-2015 ::
i saw me coming out of living life
where i am the tallest small no thing
and if what i have become IS thinking
changing and changing living, my lies
tear a hole inside what i could never
kill but i’ve tried and the clock tics -me
off- in all its talking about precious time
within a flickering stream and how i
choose to remember everything
||i remember every thing that begins with “a”
and through “z” and many other
symbols of expressive thought
my sweetest memory of fire:
till angry said it was pleased
and i turn around in the end
and see it all; flash bulb
of all that happened and
being alone in this stain of time
i return to being a sheep
in hay and every POUNDING MOMENT
of relentless time says ‘i must
move further from this and must
go.’
:: 08-01-2015 ::
EACH step a decade
each sight a century
inside my machinery
i watch the world
go by | bye
all i ever knew
into a stew
of light and
dizzyingly time
lessly struggles
i see a snail trace
as bolt of lightning!
a fetus flowered into
an elder
and the sun grew blue
as the skies melted –too
and some THING moved
not of flesh or born
by birth –>a new
someWHAT-thing beyond
imagination
as the clock ticked-
tocked a year of
255093 AD says the
last human!
:: 08-01-2015 ::
I kissed did_Bursting things
where the sleepyHeart (in myself)
burned away the fever
of faithless-EyEs
of Individual\BeautyForms
Ephemeral_things-Bursting did,
a paranormalCog-noThing piece
a steam Punk Victor-IAN
fashion Brass-Leather beating!
Beating souls in my flowerPot
of Things and only pepper-Like
dust remains…
:: ~~~ ::
at Dusk just when
the Light is filled with
indescribable Nothings
i weep feeling how it
hurts me when dark
opens it’s ancient Mouth
it reminds me of a Love
(or two) where sorry was
a misused word while my
heart was tied up in chains!
So sorry! Tilled the fields
for one never produced a thing
the other an explosive MORE
opportunity like chances
sweet baby kisses like cotton
candy sticky lips leaves my
heart wishing so much more
like how a string of blue jays
sang when i left my house to
go to work today–SING!
yeah!yeah!yeah!
and dusk just when like the light
is filled with indescribable
nothings //
:: 07-31-2015 ::
so dark and dead
so dark and dead
so dark and dead
hate me for me
hate me rate me
rape me again
like me lick me
tell me again
i’m your friend
save me save me
save me once again
like i’m your friend
oh here we go again
i’m not like anyone
you loved before
yea, i’m the only one
yea i’m the only one
with wormS eyes
writhe amor(‘Through through
our hearts hugely squirm
roots)us
ly;through
so love me but hate me
kiss my head again
like a sex pope with
vaginally respected hope
so dark and dead ~
and the stars melt across
all words ever written
the sun a yoke in the center
of humanity’s joke!
:: 07-31-2015 ::
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