ON the ‘other-side’
they’re all asking:
“Is there death
after life?”
::<>::
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ANALOGIES
All my analogies have rebelled
wishing a place among the living
stripping away their cloak of
innuendo
And with fang and claw
they take me
:: – ::
THE NAMELESS THING
There at the bottom of my soul’s pit
was a nameless thing that moved
The proximity of this horror
to my heart made me leave my skin
:: – ::
ASPHALT HEART
Skittles rolling across the road
all the colors of a rainbow
blue beetles climbing
all the muttering way into
a chasm of my asphalt heart
A hawk upon a slender pole
evolutionary eyes tearing
souls apart — SQUAWK!
A white line fever keeps me
away on a long road into the
forevermore and I cry…
I cry…within a nest where
she threw my eyes|| it’s
easy to see without eyes
it’s easy to breath without life
so easy to be simply broken
all apart
:: 06-19-2015 ::
MANNA DOLL
A silver snail gone to hell
light bulb sun!
If you say that you love me
then we’re done!
Took the manna from the sky
and made a doll
It’s just like you so pretty
And all the righteous ones
sing and weep
and the doll dances
such a super natural feast!
:: 06-19-2015 ::
LANGUAGE NECKLACE
THE moon pies in your mouth make sweeter
kisses as you lose weight
and you said, “Art, let’s go to the
museum, I wanna hang you on the wall
cause I need to criticize you then leave
you for the other critics of life”
And like the gills and fins of
dying creatures called poets;
fishing for all the right words
so relaxing to bait another hook
with syntax by the ocean eating me
I wear the language necklace of hearts
within a never-existed lesson in love
:: 06-17-2015 ::
DREAMS OF MY OWN WISHING
THEN like when early mornings
nodding wakefully by sunlight
and youthful slowly days turning
the page of that thick book of life
by when had once, and of their
loved moments of glad grace,
and the song of tender feelings
that by nature sings to hearts
between/below the rays of light
by babbling brook and glowing bars
And swollen tears too pregnant to birth
the breach of wishing, little sadly,
to see the dream fleeing upward
into the misty mountains overhead
I hide my own heart; my own life
the precious dreams of my own wishing!
:: 06-16-2015 ::
I SURRENDER, MY LOVE
NEVER MET a finger-Word!
the some=thought One
could place a touch upon!
On time’s nobly proportioned
and monstering horror swallows!
and once said, “each time my
heart broken makes life
adventurous!
:: 06-06-2015 ::
LOVE SQUEEZES
Love squeezes hate away
and despair into a
‘no-remember’ state
hugeness! and i believe
Large Hadron Collider
world system universe
BANG! And I feel like
the world’s on edge
of new-BORN and will you
take a selfie with me?
A picture to remember
love makes the little
moments precious
and love squeezes hate
and despair! Hey! DAD!
who’s your son? Do you
even know!?! And mother,
our most has died in more
and won’t you take a selfie
so love squeezes hate away
And I no longer care!
:: 05-13-2015 ::
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