SOMEDAY is morning someday nights
someway is east someways south
found a lotus inside my mouth
broke the petal ate the sun
found myself inside my head
hey yea.
how i never hated fake smile
but the lies behind the lips
Jesus spoke people listened
then strapped him to a post
lost, disappointed, hesitant
and weak so we’re all freaks
swimming in a muddy pond,
beautiful and strong.
But so weak.
:: 10.31.2021 ::
You can have everything
once you throw it all away
you can bring flowers
to your funeral if you never die
(like fruit cake)
Miss the train to everywhere
to travel the whole world
separate heaven and earth
to enjoy them both
You can bridge the gaps
to close the veil between
the worlds to cross over
and to meet your confessor
before you meet your doctor.
So stay fascinated with ideas
of love if you’ve never experienced
it truly — and lick the moon,
taste the air and rise to eat the sun.
:: 10.31.2021 ::
HOW the rain came down as drops of lit sunshine is why i started to laugh:
since life broke my heart
i found my Soul within a cloud so full of darkness
and thunder-song then i laughed
such deep blues
As though we’d just won a war and the world rejoiced
all inside my head — my skin said, ‘you can leave whenever
you wish’ i decided to stay instead
a heart full of silky scarfs of rainbow colors for us all
summertime out /as if life’s a real thing\
so i cried
as the rain came down as drops of lit sunshine is why i
started my laugh. Butterflies and lonely tears screaming
/reaching for air\ is how rain came down as drops of lit
sunshine is why i started to laugh instead of tears.
but my garden is green and lovely by the touch of my
private heart.
:: 10.24.2021 ::
AND if you go — love goes away? No, it’s understood.
My love stays as freedom is a breakfast food
as if love can live with right or wrong (undestood)
or rolly-pollies are from frightful mountains made—
long enough just for you and me.
As though pain can pay the rent
regardless of genius please the talentgang comes
to collect the fallen minds and hearts upon
the sidewalks of understanding. Everywhere.
So as it is; my whole life: as my coalwood eyes
burn wint-air oh waiting (my love) for spring ?(y)(w)ou(w)
un-air-stan?me
crazy
me like
evry-ting
we can do it for just Me and You. So bring it (with love)
for a landing — without misunderstanding — as there is no
end what we can do together without end.
see shebert lips of babies and their beating exploding Love-hearts
: with a little luck we can help it out.
:: 10.24.2021 ::
With heavy BREATHING as (faithfully) her lownecked
throat — something in how her 19th century dress little
topples and expands. Emily Dickinson?
One small foot squared /mired in silk\ wrinkling lost
asking me: how we are here now \ i slowly within
sun-drenched ponderous arms bedecked /time travels —
whose white thick wrist deliver prompoty
to a deep lap of enormous mindless HEART.
How i never believe i now but always in “how”
and how she tells me i need no other lover :
i won’t leave her now/ how i believe her now \
asking me how i believe in her love — i say
“i don’t know oh i don’t know” how?
something in the way she knows. And all i have
to do is think of her — it’s what she shows
me. I believe in “how.”
What I believe in how.
:: 10.24.2021 ::
Light cursed falling lies in a singular box
as evil has many names (but the devil always
has many more). Pink-black lips inside my
mind: little crying lilac laughter splashing
the next steps (oh yea hey ‘who can save the
world?’ someone gonna save the world?)
Hey God, stop fixing that beehive
and drop that devil to the floor — strange
how evolution is less than nature’s greatest
achievement — clocks a tac-tic tac-toc
like ringing time and lilac. . .
the flower dies.
the hope follows.
emptiness ensues.
:: 10262021 ::
i eat love and flotsam and hear
how heat burns
my love — i want you like a crab
needs sand and water
…come here ocean love me. My King
you deceive me –===
can’t you hear my love
burst || i want you like
a tree need sun’s shine///
can’t you hear my love
burst? Won’t you hear my
love won’t you hear me burst?
I want you like a heart
needs her beats –won’t you
hear my love burst?
Insect fly & dead path.
gives me a purple heart love
heart burst inside all of me.
:: 09.14.2021 ::
time paused and universe
y a w n e d:
life and death screamed
“C A U S E!”
the tic-toc rhythm
r
u p
t u red *
became a baby born:
ME.
:: 12-26-2014 ::
:: rev: 09132021 ::
Why did you leave me naked in this cold wasteland?
You were gone for light years so go away go away
But don’t leave me alone i cannot take this
my body has grown small in singularity
i am a Soul inside time-space
you are like a molecule and i a leaf
i have spread my fragrance through every apple and every bloom
We were in love with Paris
We were in love with Bluebeard
We are so close but dilated by light
And now We are dead in form
We were in love with the moonlight
we were in love with the salty sea
you know how some things stay with us
but not all things
i am a Soul caught in space-time ah!
we were in love with the sun and the moon
i was in love with You but it wasn’t enough
We were in love with the green ground
We were in love with the blue seas
We were in love with the black side
of night
we were so close but now dead
we are dead.
We were in love with every spice
i am in love with You
but it isn’t enough
We are dead
we are dead
we were in love with every flower
life in love with You
but it wasn’t enough
i am in love with every scent
i am in love with you
but it isn’t enough
in love with every sound
in love with every smoke
but caught in a terrible space-time web
of life and thoughts fighting myself away.
:: 05.26.2021 ::
i have tasted what you are like
within dreams,
(whose thoughts are liquor fields
with talons and fields of wheat
. i sleep deep like king and queen comes /
and swirling foot prints buzz as souls of flowers
strike the air in utterable coolness such deeds
of golden anvil struck thrilling lights
within thinned new heartSkin
___>press / in dry woods which
crack-break
stutter and moan
and weep in tears
while wild Birds break sleep and sing:
the coolness of your smile is stirring like
kingOf dreams // to have rather nothing or
all things as a desert needs rains — hugeness
to not shut quietly\\ almost
hear my heart burst!
:: 05.12.2021 ::
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