NOW that i have lost everything
for you :/grieving\:
take all the icons of your wild
world (too hard to get by
upon a smile)
& now lost within everything
old |–>so THE-new-breaks my grieving
heart –> so babe baBY its
like a sorrowful sad girl
just because we’re best friends
doesn’t mean there’s good strangers
lalala-da-lala-ta-dah
: evil eats tender loving hearts
so new so white so black so true
so you leave so take care
;take all that makes you beautiful;
this mysterious world is a wild
world so oh baby it’s a wild world
(as the child you are: never want to
see you sad, girl so take care and hope
you have a lot of friends out there —
just remember there’s a lot of bad there.
)
:: 07.22.2020 ::
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so now i have eaten
all of you tiny
brilliant throats
of my heart!
i have not escaped
my madness either
: together the morning
and night meet —
today the sun and heart
oh so glory!
i forgot humanity
to live within fantasy.
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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precis give me a life-line
and off my mind
waiting and hoping academia
will come back — waiting,
flooding tears all along
university walls:
i wait
cry
and hoping you’ll come back.
(what? a precis for every
poem? Okay)
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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UPON THE SICKLE OF RAIN DROPS
OH falling spiral
of gray, white and
black bib
how you brilliantly
lived your small life
OH falling sparrow
of my love and life
all though cities have
many souls only yours
counted within my own.
my beautiful falling
sparrow within that
brilliantly lived life.
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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CASTED away
as an island
out at sea
i ate the
sunlight see?
with a mouth
larger than it
should be i
swallowed the
bright bee.
Sets me free
( | / )
\\ \|/,’_
(“)(_)()))=-
<\\
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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Come on out come on
come out come now
Oh my pretends are
sometimes overboard
so no oh no so low
:last time i was born:
a new song hummed
below Hymen oh, heavens
/tap top rap ed
me so too soon you
see the end oh ha oh
well so |hellobYES
are so delicious
with a sun bee
torn inside HEad
.
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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Polly gone
oh polygon
what quadri-
laterals you
possess!
two-dimensional
(go) figure made
up of straight sides
(besides myself)
oh Polly’s gone
prolly so i still see
your shadows within
my head but full fleshed
within my beating heart
is why Polly’s gone
oh polygon what quadri-
laterals you possess!
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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TAKE MY EYES tell me lies
i will not see Light,
we sell tainted juice
aligned within our wooden cart
of life //~~\\ stretched my mind
gives me thick vines
whatever the choice is
we’re here again || within
the darknest plans | paying
for a degree in psychology.*.
we can wait for more
the Earth has endured
the desperate whores
of everything we think we know
so now here we go again (if you
know what it means) :: here’s the
one singing black lung tunes
to a dying world___tasking tained
juice… i broke my wooden back
upon the armchair of your mind
–/stretching and aligned
within the wooden cart of Life
— whatever the choice here
we are again//
:: 07.20.2020 ::
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IT has no effect to stop the
crying and screaming of my
brother while he is dreaming —
i found us sleeping between
Life and Death.
:: 07.19.2020 ::
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we wake up with a beating heart \ wondering how mud can be so alive:
i am so overboard drowning within embryo
and sharp words
worst than most and so i escape
(i feel it less when my unformed feet move)
so along dirty thoughts and stares
i run through the streets
if my words were stars and if my breath
were wind of the Earth until the End
CREATIVITY and entertaining thoughts here
___ y e a h ___ the last Spring I tasted
before i found it hard so hard to find a
loving World i found you so hello
THE LIGHT IS MAJESTIC
the stupid mouths of critics
DENY IT live within the MOUTH
of undeniable words__.
Of Your Love!
:: 07.19.2020 ::
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