THERE you sat with
never beginning
eyes upon the chair
me: the thought
it thin like you,
Strawberry cheese
cake bang – thoughts
and i am severely no
thing and no one ever
a soul without a
voice writing words
the ‘who’ who h ea rs
me i am severely sorry
for being quiet.
–child who
become adult
and child who
never died inside
flowers of holiness
|| adults !
:: 07-07-2015 ::
i should and did LAUGH
when all the coins of this
spent day frail-ed(and
i have a penny left for you)
upon which first 4 stars
appeared! /in this evening waning-night\
then (where i have no need realizing why)
you became by beauty the declared
and there by no coincidence
a clock-tac-tie tick tock upon my heart
my dear who knows, i fear what goes
beyond the reach of even me
the most cherished moments i know!
:: 07-06-2015 ::
BELIEVE me when i never told you how gracious
kept pain can be: that i never spoke
those words; the yellow eyes of crying lies
which were \we’d group/
with pretty people on wet midnight streets
like fragrant picked fruit distinctly grouped
very cadmium so reassuringly
— whoa this is bravery
with water-rainbow tints and all the laughter of
liquor-veined beauty ~~ :
today they are raising
a monument by the sea
called YOUTH
:: 07-06-2015 ::
the oceans are rising
not so surprising since
i first met you
an arctic heart land-locked
killed all the penguins
now i have no suit to wear
polar bear hates how you
burn and melt all ice
even though you’re all
a glacier-soul dipped
inside my bourbon drink
freeze! freeze! on
my scarred knees!
it’s kind’a soothing how
you sue me with your
ways it’s so comforting
to be insane ~~ insane!
you carry within your
ash-burned purse twenty
pieces of silver
the Judas of broken-hearts
:: 07-06-2015 ::
COMPRESSED emotions
are as enticing as
short poetry ~~
shortened verses
to reach hearts!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
i too said a word
and you blushed:
we too seemed
rushed. I said
no word but held
the hand i saw
next to me,
trembling wishing
to be with me
And i do love
you! Me, the man
who may have seemed
to rush: but only
took this moment
for us. The hungry
bee buzzing in
your heart!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
You! the gimp of life!
Weissmuller to Lex Barker!
i ask forgiveness dearest
reader: time and this sticky
foul space sticks me to noise!
who’d have thought (think?)
no one (opinion) that
thinking has a know
an incredible moment
in humanity: we know!?!
So there: it seems beautiful
to think we KNOW
imprisoned in academia
which I fiercely hate!
Institutions are for
encased brains that feed
upon sincerity — and who
says NATURE IS QUAINT?
SHE devours continents
and NATIONS and ALL
civilizations — mother
is a bitch and you better
come to terms!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
i shall know you are more fucked
than me ~~~~ i should say i am
more screwed by life but then again
i do not wish to gain advantage over you
because i do love you but if i say life
wrought fear and pain it is toward me wholly
and i say something spared you my lovely
broken-winged dove; two air creatures
walking upon ground one knows and the other
no idea what happened of her! So lovely
one, i am the black dove just for you
the air adores your broken wing and i
your soul! i can fly but stay with you!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
i see in your eyes you want to go so i say
there’s the door so where are you going
tomorrow? i see you don’t even care ; see
your luggage unpacked, you show me
empty eyes and i worry where are
you inside yourself and i feel i feel where
you go i won’t find you; you sleep disarrayed
in our bedroom and i’m feeling smelling
knowing girl: where you go i can’ follow
won’t go there: and when you found out
about her i told you she was no one
And when I saw you seven floors
below I found a doll so broken I could
not fix you and I cried death became you
and now it grabs me too
so life is disarray and i’m feeling —
meaning i am no one so i follow you cause
i’m so sorry : the big mistake we both paid
:: 07-05-2015 ::
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