THERE is unbelievable
magic
in everyday life
if only slightly(why? or lest
we understand)
t e
a r s
a The):I AM L O V E
BESTING the sweetest KISS
from the tiniest smile
hugging LIFE and FEAR
and,
Embracing Soul and Spirit
Earth, Flesh and Blood
remembering who WE ARE
the CIVILIZATION WITH HISTORICAL
AMNESIA
:: 07-09-2015 ::
the gentle gesture of thanks
wishing all best —
loving all you read
i thank you so very kindly
for how you showed interest
in my own silly words!
again, thank you!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
take away my love and brain
since you’re leaving
Instagram is relaxing since
it has no need for poetry
— sin! I saw you with a
heart in your hand
said, “you suck since you
can’t fit your words
inside such a small space
of INSTRAGRAM VULVA
SPACE i am insane
i was so comforted by
words until the programmers
said — this is your dick
(words) and us(vagina)
depressed patients so come
back as fire and i burned
all liars — and you were
drinking your beers
and you are all queers
never knowing how you
cut the hearts of poets
both men and women –)
we hate you INSTAGRAM!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
somebody else roars her royal borealis
purple heart and i road across golden gate
bridge and even in hell
i felt her toenails cutting me – ha, she
laughed while i screamed
could have been her nails
like a road-map — my back
when she screams digging
love into my skin: i’m too
long and she hates uterus
bump — geeks, yeah. terrible
come on baby, think of one
i hurt when you press my heart
with serious words of this
could’a-should’b-been world
my shyness-gy-ness is aborted
too early in life: she kissed
me knowing how fucked i am
and i love her/you/seriously
you wore no panties when we
went to church — NEVER!
holy water evaporates!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
mother flew in from happiness
instruments of sin sang
‘i’m so happy’
if you sav eyourself
i adore changes to life’s
[plans] heart-and i really love
how you rock this world
i saw you smile just once
and kept your smile
within a crystal jar
and how instruments sing
and sin drowns
so i rest upon the precipice
of a resting breast moving
when she dream-breathes
all of me — and i really
love how you rock-n’roll
AND if you say you are dead
then i say i am a corpse
to make you happy and
we’ll show how living
does not require blood
or flesh — and you
really knock me down
really rock my world
the beak-broken bird
lip sings love
!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
WHEN with wide-opened eyes,
just two this morning
a single finger sputtering
witin the fruit bowl of
table cornered smiles
you came through the hall-
way into the warm tight
kitchen corners weeping,
“Is this the grand goodbye?”
you devised by wishing
history — the misty
frothing sea of green
and mystery: the regular
rise of heart’s ocean
waters are know as tides
that bid farewell
and waters like love
fall back again and lust
rising to highest levels
that covers much of shore!
And when time and thoughts
are at lowest tide: falls
to its lowest level –\
it is the lowest tide for
love!wish i wish rising!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
TOO quaint
being the great
wishing well!
lust is a drink
which who’ve stumbled
crazy steeper steps
of love and life
hearts are supernovae
bursting light ! when
thenSOME s8uls who lit
lovers who are these lips
until and who came?
across the filiament
kicked and spurred
“it feels i’ve just heard you
love, the screech
my sweet Jennifer: and whom
i too have never met or
anyone like this soul
it is spirits and with
illimitable days;
forever fruit
:: 07-08-2015 ::
it is the brightest of nights;
the exceptional expectation
which fate has granted the every-
NOTHING. paradoxically enough
if one believes in Life;
kissing phenomena believing
science when flasks and
atom smashers dance together
and flesh/blood kill each other
the more paradoxical enough
today my lips bled when
i spoke just a word,
“oh!”
and a new element born!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
::
i could hear the spraying ocean singing song
when longing afar from loving shores
and there upon the moonlit sands would
i hope to see the footprints of romance
and love toward my own island-life
if i heard the praying lonely singing longing
voice upon the ocean waving wane of life
:you
:: 07-08-2015 ::
i should and did LAUGH
when all the coins of this
spent day frail-ed(and
i have a penny left for you)
upon which first 4 stars
appeared! /in this evening waning-night\
then (where i have no need realizing why)
you became by beauty the declared
and there by no coincidence
a clock-tac-tie tick tock upon my heart
my dear who knows, i fear what goes
beyond the reach of even me
the most cherished moments i know!
:: 07-06-2015 ::
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