WHILE words choke when love
for you springs my heart
hush gentle hammer-beat!
Mind full as splash-colored
Fields oh sun! Warmth as passion!
My beloved dearest one.
There across the creek
below the Oak by the root
tulips and stars two lips
as ours — the precious time!
The secrets so sweet as the
twinkle within your
eye my loveliest one!
From one to two now three!
:: 09-16-2018 ::
Standing on the corner
of a street called life
i can see the freeway
and all my dreams
they’re rushing high
they’re rushing by
And a beggar begs for a dollar
the police for a crime
And a judge reminds me
of the nature of laws
within men’s twisted minds
so today i lose it
i lose the hope
so today heaven’s heavy
lead with a knotted rope
And heaven’s lost my heart
— today’s gone heaven’s lost
my heart and mind
today’s gone
so i say so long
with living time
standing on the corner
of a street called life
:: 09-15-2018 ::
walking down a beam of wood
and over the muscles of a
raging river a duckling floats
by in plastic yellow and crying
oh duckling sweet toy
someone should save us!
a cloud fluffs and coughingly
sings: my little gifts my saddened
fleshy fish we love you —- i
dip a toe into the water’s eye
o say o no o my ooh such fresh
feelings as the duckling falls over
head first across the water’s edge |||
a paper boat with a tall mast
floats by…
:: 09-13-2018 ::
i met a poet just today
he greeted me with much
laughter as foreplay
(we seized each other
from brim to toe)
one cried the other sang
a hymn
and at the end we shook
our head contemplating
which the queerer
and stepped away
from our mirror.
:: 09-12-2018 ::
\ i have a finger
it has a trigger
i have a bullet
it has a chamber
a perfect fusion
to combat illusion
and i’m rolling
back down the road
to the city we all
know of
Linger City
Linger City
Linger City
Where i keep
my finger
with a rigor
mortis snicker
screw you city
slicker
my funny bone
erection
is a state of
perfection
all within
the limits of
Linger City
Linger City
Linger City
yeah /
:: 09-12-2018 ::
i stepped inside
my throat
to choke a lie
the room was festive
with devils and
prancing disease
a war ensued
internally
the rest
a history
— acclivity!
:: 09-10-2018 ::
i birthed one of my famous dreams
last night and invited the
whole town. every inconsiderate
thought came and the flat shadows
of my dearest fears.
the Child with no face on the sidewalk
outlines in broad strokes
Despair. a piece of dove of peace
smothered in regrets on a wooden table
served on a terrace of blinding terror.
only the smallest of facts carry
the greatest stories of which this one
is condemned to 3 o’clock each mourning.
before heaven awakens.
before sizzling strains
of gravity prove awakened
minds are too heavy.
as the rest of the town hides everywhere
that sanity has escaped i press
hard into my eyes by thumbs to forget.
manifested dreams is a sidecar
of my mental vehicle. again at sunrise
to find that one last star yet devoured
by daylight. a wish upon that remaining
survivor — allow this to be me!
:: 09-10-2018 ::
Mellifluous are the songs of moon
lit lips pressing a maddened
heart as mine!
This largest night ate the orchards
and prismatic towns by the shores
where waves say goodbye torturing
women who have lost their sailors
on calmer nights.
Instead of life the sea has come
has come to take from me
all i have called normality
what most who love may dislike
what some who hate may balance
i n l i f e :
a severe disinclination
or tolerance for such as me!
so cold are some it feels as stings
from a polar bee!
:: 09-08-2018 ::
(i could never hide
because)
i am libra
always drawn
toward your pain
allow my tongue
to lick the nectar
of your swollen soul
i am free of your lies
like Jesus not Galba
as a bee i vomit honey
so sweet you want
to die
i am a force un-wrecked
like water flowing through
steel or winter’s fire
i am the golden bee
i am free
i am free
of your lies
if you look into my eyes
what will you see?
no anger just spirit
it’s all you wish to be
more than a smiling face
on social media
i’m a spirit
a golden bee
i’m a spirit
of personality
:: 09-08-2018 ::
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