UPON my tongue since
before birth
a plastic taste;
silicon wafers at mass, a
god-head matrix
that every point intersects
the transparent soul
:: / ::
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ZERO EMPTY PROMISE
bits of bitter tears and pheromones
shattered by broken things
called pieces of heart
and those insidiously
convincing objects called
“hope” THERE IS A UNIVERSE
that has none of these:
all within my mind.
The tainted vector rejected
abstract of all morrows
begging error’s atonement
and with hands that have
touched me: vacuumed
tears of crimson stars
a suicide band playing
within my hotel called
torture chamber —
it’s all a ‘something
called darkness locating
my soul’ goodnight kisses
darling/smoking like you’re
no pain — let it rain
:: 09-04-2015 ::
EXOGENESIS OF EROS
i saw the seen within you
the love when you realize
how it feels
the poem abstractly direct
and all fallen leaves which
maybe crumble beneath my
dreams analog ascension
exactly toward a beautiful
connection of spirit:
To taste with eyes
to kiss with tongue
because i am the descendant
of all love as you as us
as we as me as all
it is my heart that proclaims
all fiction a rhythm of wind
blowing a story of the beginning
and ending of all stories told
an exogenesis of Eros
:: 099-04-2015 ::
ALPHABET LESSON
HAVE you seen a ‘v’
(SOUNDS SO BEAUTIFUL)
hop across a ‘t’
or even ‘y’ inside
a ‘d’
it’s all inside of me
alphabet needs
something in the way
language eats at me
in a deep dark well
of my mostly nights
i kissed ‘m’ and ‘e’
all of me
cried feeling how i
am SO “m” “T”
something in the way
yeah…something in
a way how words touch
all i hide away from
me ||||||||oh!
:: 09-02-2015 ::
WHEN THE SUN AND MOON DIES
WHEN i die take my hand
when i smile kiss
these living lips
saying ‘i’m so happy’
and now you have dirt
to throw across my casket
where were you when i
fell off my perch?
AND if the sun burns away
will the moon say to itself:
“i was grocery shopping for
the newest moon beans”
so you’re happy you really
made me crack a fissure of hate
and now i’m so happy to know
that you’re a cosmic bitch
–you really accomplished much
and put my soul to rest
And if you fuck yourself
you will make yourself happy
but what about carpal syndrome?
hope you ache from finger tips
all through your wrists and into
the gapping chasm where your heart
once lived
:: 09-02-2015 ::
SHE HELD THE ROSE
I should have spoken clearly
(i am never eloquently-tongued)
with blue skies singing
(i am the smallMouth)
and so i like when the sun moves me
expressing light as nature that moves
mysteriously away–> from humans
— whom i loved.
scattered by my exquisite thoughts
the giantSmall meets this
smallGiant heart i captured just
today! A brilliance of love!
the remembrance of romance
She sat upon a bench with a single
rose within her tender hands
: where i am is where she is
where love bursts frozen-SHUDDERINGLY
kisses across the burning sun is
passion exploding exhilarating us!
I am too this love we share
My eternally EVERYWHERE!
:: 09-01-2015 ::
GREET A STRANGER (WHO MAY BE AN ANGEL)
so my tiny me IS
your concern, sir?
My feet smaller
than your eyes
an ego so wide, sir
hems up your pants
and all that girth
So sir, so tiny-me
but within my toe
i possess more worlds
than a single hair
of your spinning mind
i think the mountain
sat upon her head
and me, sir? The angel
who saw you born
and this world you
call home
:: 09-01-2015 ::
NYMPHOMATIC MACHINE (WET PROGRESS-PINK DISEASE LOVE)
PET this pretty kitty,monster
oh, WET is progress-pink disease
of love,my victims(like when i break
your heart i won’t deny it all
so we suffer the Bigness of your
LITTLEST pelvic region
so unwish a world of pity flesh
and my need for guidance is so much
like-more the world born–pity my
poor flesh(i “hyper-magical beauty”)kitty
so WET and in need of a good petting hand
and two eyes upon
my ever unwished words(never save me
from these evil deeds of desire)ugh,
ultraomnipotence makes me hot and with
a hell to pay the angels say,”what the
devil needs to know I always seem
to suffer myself;”
so pet this pretty kitty,monster
yeah, a wet progress-pink disease o’love
:: 09-01-2015 ::
THE PICNIC
Twixing yellow-cupped flowers
breezing touched-tip
of pollination wing! Flitters
–ingly my moist-eyed beautiful
love where exposed feelingCountry
side of rolling hills thrill romance
beeSTUNG-luscious lips smother
my-tied heart as is my whole mind
and soul, dear exquisite lover
:: 09-01-2015 ::
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