i can hear the butterfly wing
flapping within
my e a r s
says it wants to be
someone who doesn’t want
to live within
a cocoon of fear
well dear welcome
to this world
where everyone’s flapping
their w i n g s
:: 08-10-2015 ::
FLAPPING WINGS
WELCOME TO ‘ME’
i’ve got a nation pollination
all inside my head a trill
they wanna kill
just one scribble ahead
of a posse possessing me
i throw up across the board
called hell that twists my skills
and this torture chamber
playing orchestra pulls my nails
it’s called hell and welcome to me
to my screaming steel it’s a grill
superheated to melt and kill
welcome to me to my location
one foot away from heaven and
two feet from hell
:: 08-10-2015 ::
WAITING FOR THE DETOUR TO HADES
i ride four wheels on earth
a clutch in heaven
a foot on a petal near
hell and it’s darkness
darkness where the road
hums in my heart
So i’m riding a hearse
and there’s a dead body
in the back grinning
and hell’s smoke is crawling
into the cracks of these windows
i smoke i smoke non-filtered
sticks as long as trees
like those one’s burning
along the streets — people
say ‘he’s the crazy fucker
with good dress like a GQ
corpse waiting for his
formaldehyde and i’m singing
with the squished turtles
on hell’s road so i got to go
got to go with the zombies
holding signs that read
“detour to death”
so disengaged i ride this road
with four wheels on earth
and a clutch of gold in heaven
my foot petal near hell and it’s
darkness darkness where the road
hums within my heart
:: 08-10-2015 ::
VICTORIAN TIMES SO CREEPY
so you say poverty is dishonorable
a lack of moral virtue
fuck industriousness
living in Victorian times suck
have grandpa come on over
dressed as a greek wood nymph
and he posses on a table in the
parlour room while everyone
applauds — so entertaining
and macabre!
And the River Thames pours its
pea-soup over the city ; a fog
so thick i can barely see Jack
ripping up another poor soul —
the king bans coal fires and
many freeze to death!
it’s okay to serve you a bowl
of animal brains and even a heart
but you prefer the turtle for
it’s green jello-like fat,
imagine that!
and McDee’s no different with
it’s pink slime! But memento
mori (remember you shall die)
is a snapshot photographic horror
smiling with the dead while you
say cheese…
:: 08-08-2015 ::
MY CONNOTATION OF THIS NIGHT
MY connotation of this night
is serendipitously kissing
infinity like god gloats
upon her stunning flesh:
fish by the sea walking
with legs wishing they
had been born in water
–like her breasts hanging
swinging pendulous-ly
attached to my string-heart
lungs (*)(*) but the hinge
of her locket-heart softly
swings open over gaping shores
and all the fish walk
into the ocean leaving behind
their short stubby legs
with hooks dancing out
of the corners of all their
mouths already caught
:beneath our skin we have
barnacles and tiny white
sea-lice we bought at
the walmarts and targets
that pepper our hearts
:: 08-08-2015 ::
LOVE IS A MADNESS
A little bit of time
to hate me
and what i do
can never make
you care — and
lightning strikes me
i say no words
they’re falling
down into despair
and the world
never cares
it’s life
and if love is angry
my pain makes them hungry
it’s the hardest word
“sad” to be within
this pith of darkness
carves flowers of madness
and you’re not there
i cannot do anything to
make you want me so i say
(when it’s all over)
never sorry: it’s the hardest
word and love is madness
i’m so sorry so sorry
i’m so sad so sad
we never seemed to believe
we could talk it over
and love is a madness
:: 08-08-2015 ::
RARE AIR
there(binding love)in
life :: sweet tiny
baby lips and mothers
and nature(fathers
pillars)hearts and
feelings //trusting
;bursting loving
life and is not it
a comfort? Nature
left alone and without
the touch of madness!
:: 08-08-2015 ::
IF I WERE LESS
if i were less than water
the rivers would cry out!
if less than sky
the world die
if i were music
from the soul
the deepest tears
would flow and i am
all and more
nothing and a sweet
possibility if love
comes – come.
We are all One
if Love is here
:she is our mother!
and we!
brothers and sisters
:: 08-08-2015 ::
IMMORTAL LOVE
To the One i have never met
who walks silently calmly
in the mist of clouds
my regrets
in the night of life
who many have lived
entirely alone with self
and that is all best in
dreams of mind and heart
i now know life is sweetly
dressed in dreams like you
which heaven has denied me
for her best reasons
my immortal love
someday some life
i shall eventually meet!
:: 08-08-2015 ::
IF I MUST SPEAK TOO LOUDLY
if life must send me
eventually away
between this fantasy
of living and eternal
mystery i say
give me hope
to love and giving
to receive
and send my own
feelings unto
this world;
my angel oh my
other self!
i wish my life
to be selfless
only serving
humanity!
:: 08-08-2015 ::
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