she’s scared
i’m so wanted
she cares
i’m so dead
and along the night
creeping death
comes for me
she’s love
i’m so dark
she kisses
my purple lip
and holds me
all along the night
creeping death
so long dear
don’t forget
the casserole
burning all through
your heart — clock
tic-toc’ing soul
:: 04-06-2015 ::
I’m so broken like my knees
and i heard the cardinal today!
like my heart full of red
it sang a song to my heart —
but my head — just a dread
and it made me laugh!
No, not really just a jest
poorly formed; a knight
2’4 across my soul!
And the voices came today
and I thought I’d died alone
then i saw the Ones
Oh no! Not me!
They wore the world
and all it’s regrets
The poor and famous
the beautiful and grotesque
the people I knew —
and always loved!
:: 04-06-2015 ::
THAT nature! She soothed my
beating heart this day!
The sound of throated-love
She sang in trees till
Spring became a burning
summer, I too! Did I burn?
Somewhere upon the ode
of Botanic Gardens!
The birds. The floral
passion of God’s eyes!
And all of me went walking
that day with the mystery
— a woman I wish to know!
A maritime — a Marina
I wish to know!
:: 04-06-2015 ::
AND wide-eyed dreams like when I’m
with you so you say singing softly
and wind touching our hearts I am stoned
watching you a little hug
but eyes say dear we’re brightly
shining stars leaving worries
behind dreaming
And when the seas bring her breath
upon the shores I’ll kiss you
and wish I was a seashell singing
‘dear sweet dreams until love finds you’
and I’ll be here waiting
blue skies like
carnivals and pink kites
over white caps and worries
buried at sea
oh la la de la
children laughing
dogs barking I’m missing you
some day you’ll find
I was the dream
you let drift away
:: 03-28-2015 ::
My smiles are all inside
a jukebox attic of your
forever never-forgiving
bone cave mind!
I have a chisel sharp-thought
bringing me freedom
and you wish your highness
could bring every man
to his knees. I forgot my
parakeet who speaks
all the seedless words
of your tongue.
To wait for a simple sentence
conjures an ink-dipped heart.
I’m just a tattoo kiss
upon your heart.
:: 03-23-2015 ::
The vulgarity of life
like-voices to voices,
each one sharing nothing
but the fullness of noise!
I tell you, when I am three-
hundred years of age
I should still cringe
at such superficiality!
:: 03-24-2015 ::
you’re irresponsible!
beating my blue tongue
i had the epiphany
of the divine
supernatural being
so Jesus wears gold chains
reaching for burritos
inside a cold freezer!
And I hadn’t had a piece
of ass forever!
the funny dog rubs
his ass on shag carpet
and my drink o’Merlot
spilled a splash of
Van Gogh on my impressive
chest — it’s not like breasts
but like the invincible
unobtainium of my brain
Geeks.
Screaming crows on my fence
keep Emily away — gee i c
she buried a brass tube
in her garden — one more
solo? Hey! Yeah!
She took the drums
beating feathers like a fly
buzzing the death of our
souls!
:: 03-27-2015 ::
echo! echo!
the rumbling
tumbling words
i bled! be gone
be gone! i said!
and. emptiness.
the most profound
weep i ever had!
:: 03-22-2015 ::
The vulgarity of life
like-voices to voices,
each one sharing nothing
but the fullness of noise!
I tell you, when I am three-
hundred years of age
I should still cringe
at such superficiality!
:: 03-24-2015 ::
So finally my weak organ!
she is the tears
and fed the flowers —
maybe the greatest
act of this soul,
what hugs me!?!
i am more weakness
than wave or wind!
to possess the skin
of human.
it disposes me!
:: 03-23-2015 ::
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