E.P. Robles | Poetry

bring me smiles bring your friends
bring me flowers to bury your fields
my dreams of what i pretended
i knew in childhood
i knew hell
i knew hello
i knew ooh
i wished i was
unfeeling
little heart and so i am until the end
hello i knew i knew i walked with lights
out and saw and felt terrible feelings
a contagious here i am now: i knew hello
i knew hell i was embryo
so stupid i ate placenta of my birth
and felt so small i asked for love
i asked for love ooh i am the shadow
of what could have been it brings me smiles
dreaming you bring friends to laugh and smile
with me
oh smile hello oh smile
hello smile hell no i am embryo of political law
and i eat my heart so raw and oh congress gave me
a vote they say no oh no hell no i am arms and
hearts and skin and i so stupid i’m a vote
of unconscious regretful votes by living souls
i wish i was you ==just unborn just unborn
soul: where is light when we’re so stupid
temptation to be so ignorant we’re so low
so low slow…i know hello i know hello
we kill life SO WITH LIGHTS OUT we are so
STRONG temptation says we’re ignorant.
we’re so below sewer we’re so zero. UNDENIABLE.
:: 08-03-2015 ::

WHATEVER she devises in her heart
of her demise — whatever the plan
a perfect heart a perfect grave
and inspite: “I did it for myself:
did it all for myself”
and she turns around invicincile
a sore light of a tight skin-smile
rapped around the world.

She’s perfect like you.

Whenever she moves her lips apathy
and breaks a great a broken wild
trip around the world:; she’s
a soul LIGHT a SOUL just just
a just name of Jesus and how
thirty pieces are perfect
so Jesus she’s like perfect
just like you: to be perfect
just like you(all arms around,
all words (no one comes to me–
and when i break i break break
break break Jesus is a shadow
so invicible he :: so soul light
COME : COME: jESUS: COME:
come to me.
so all around invincible just
to be perfect like you: jesus,
to be perfect just like yoU:
to be perfect–the world holds
their arms around in billions
of imperfect souls.

:: 00-00-0000 ::

a perfect mushroom performing
rose of ivory

all night i quit hate you

like a baby born smelling
all the world
hating with a neat obscure
minute odor

the city refuse to feed him
she shook a shimmie how you
wish that you were AWAY
(oh away oooh away)
the canvas says jointed reason
a Pablo Picasso burned perfume
so you can’t love me cause
i quit! — fit. Fit.
Ahh! so if i at sunset should
pardon your incomprehensible
heart : smell the babies
of a never –.._> furnace
aaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
go away! smells like Mary’s
lips a semen pressing flowers
are kneeling the various deaths
(cummings) go away! Cobain.
Dickinson. so just go away!

:: 08-03-2015 ::