NIGHT is a mushy killer of
daylight whose victim
destroys shadows flattened
entities felled by object(ions)
-(prison splits minds, you)-
AND
a dreamy jury listens -!-
DAYlight rises vampirically like
the first felled Angel /(that
holy golden blood nourished it’s
first victim called
in
som
nia //.\\ ) in a world that
continuously dreams.
:: 07-16-2018 ::
[nothing goes here] YEAH go on a
bastardSLAP bang )OOPS(
that year a salty tear fell
cascaded down my brown THIGH-eye
know my weakness is bad relationSHIPS
leaving every port where my heart
)OOPS( drowns. The worst Broadway
play axed half in wholes like
Picassoic strokes —do i hate it—
\\trickytricksterfuchsakes//
Y )OOPS( ES
of course.
:: 07-16-2018 ::
THE contour of a
popped kernel
Slipped into my mind
as a silliest
th ought popcorn
pops is a mean guy
who viciously beat
the woman who loves
me. i like eating
popcorn but hate
pops.
MY kernal of #truth!
:: 07-16-2018 ::
wakes up at miserable
NEEDS-TIME a stumbling poet/every
step a letter – BUMPcrashing
fumbling into E; dangerous letter
as a spike like F;
C so smooth like a soft chair;
X to prostrate oneself a C R O S S;
B squishy boobies like Aunt Olga
who lost her secrets within a
dilapidated lie.
Alpha bets are big winners
and sometimes sore losers.
If i could have a word with you
i would use all alpha bets to
just express my imaginary world.
Then. Love?
Never mind—i always
lose that bet.
:: 07-16-2018 ::
FOUR broken nights i am your fool
For broken Cupid knees suffering
{ b r o k e n. Behind my friend fear }
the devil in the forest bathing
as the doe licking dew
and politicians at the end of a rope
AND religion too
are about four broken nights
having bled their swollen days like pigs
Committing to breakfast bacon
And hens by eggs only
so-so!
:: 07-14-2018 ::
i’m not g a y but y o u. ARE beautiful
&. y e l l o w s walk by
on two pink sticks ______hunched black
cowboy hats shoot
#Shooting Stars#
AND booked worms abused by Mr. Jones
of Manor Farm are bet’er than
book
______
managers
in brick and mortar.
:: 07- 14-2018 ::
i recall the times so long ago
calling you until i lost
count oh…
all the falling tears
of a thousand years
and more
so sick so dead so sit
there and bleed some more
while i stab
memories of what-was
what-has has-been so sick
pushing against ember-tomb’d
walls encased unspoken dreams
i scream my heart out __
you dreeeeeam fondling
broken protocol
I know (we’re fools)
that time’s a school
stuck in now forward go
reverse the must of
fucking can’t do
ember tomb’d
ember’d room
sap a glue
encasing you
and all the tears
of a thousand years
and more
:: 07-14-2018 ::
A new day. When i buried you.
i found love within me by
the warmest touch Of my heart
i have grown. By the things
over ‘there’ there now.
AND Largest walls hide
hammered nails so lost.
A new shape from the deepest
inkwell || well now ||
we are on our own.
And Poets never grow up
WE GROW BIG ROOMS.
:: 07-10-2018 ::
Fury!
Black striped and gold bands
your ghost feet
my shattered tongue
Oh love!
What madness
that fragrant flower!
lungs as balloons
with air
That Time divides:
purple Pains &
pink Pleasures
Koi
carped the 5th
the judge laughed
and gummy bears hate
hungry lawyers.
:: 07-10-2018 ::
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