THE shouldest wind. My never dream I should
held
//–ME. I might then should. Did Dream.
Cold coal::coals. Time hammer now into
a brilliant thunder of what’if’s that stun time
–where all flesh become amazed age
–welcome to life.
The elder generation adores you
that we are you. Once. And now.
(A whispered mystery)
:: 08-20-2015 ::
these are my words
i dug up in a field of dead
the memories where you
fly and i don’t
it’s my least favorite
memory and life goes
while i twist at night
a kiss in millions of
small deceits and night
is it right where i feel so
most at home when begged
a sharp blade to meet me
the train of hope says
‘all aboard broken-hearts’
lovers’ (is it me?” I’m so shattered
feeling i’m drowing in deceit
so know this is my season of
less-living wrestling falling leaves
and Mother Nature
come save me
:: 08-17-2015 ::
so buttercup crushed by Giant foot
weep weep weep for weeks
the gentle Giant of the Forrest
it’s so sad to pretend we are so
assured — moth butterfly hum bird
mushroom human creature
oh! Oh! Human stay away
so lose baby sweet-eye
breath smile tiny-fist against
strange impressions
i parted gift i express forgiveness
a contagious here we are now
a sharp laugh of thorn love
a warm hand friendly holding
‘we’re so scared shitless we smile’
and heart-say hello hello hello
wishing love wishing earth.
I’m So Nature
:: — ::
Got a throat parched by life
a dry tongue stick //
got a road i’m riding on
dusty-eyelid vanish you
like a magic trick
a dry tongue stick
like an entourage of sick
ghosts limping wick
burning baby doom
burning baby boom
a dry tongue stick
i’m so sick —
catch the sun to dry
all inside my fire
it’s a heart: my heart
like a dry-tongue stick
going to make it stick
so cool but incendiary
heart(it’s my heart)
i could stir you like
a bloody mary-eye
it’s got to be a doom-
boom throat parched life
—a dry-tongue stick
:: 08-16-2015 ::
i walk three steps beyond hallucination
and my feet have wings take flight into the air
people telling me “you’re not here…”
say, i’m saying who’re talking too?
i gotta go gotta go
gotta go — i’m in the air
f l y i n g three feet above
the ground looks so good not too far if i crash
crash into the darkness and the Muppet-faced people
move their necks “you’re my friend” but i hate
you saying “you’re so scary”
a fevered heart melting
a fevered heart melting
all in Palestine Texas
driving the white line in deep darkness______!
i see the tree line outside headlight sight
and the moss in Pascagoula seeps inside me
a moss heart swampland lover haunts the road
just want to play my tunes making a beeline
to Palestine Texas
but the moon sashay into my heart tonight
and the brain inside my head feels so weak
so this noise is about revenge all along
the road of I-10 a n d i s c r e a m inside all me
just before i’m dead i see the finger of
her; she has a white glove full o’moss (uh huh hum)
grab me take me they’ll say “he’s all dead”
but all the lady-victims of I-10 say so
good to see you alive for this moment.
“Come here poor boy, lose identity in
the night” and so we road the highway
of swamp and night some wear white
but the ladies wear red
:: 08-18-2015 ::
MY connotation of this night
is serendipitously kissing
infinity like god gloats
upon her stunning flesh:
fish by the sea walking
with legs wishing they
had been born in water
–like her breasts hanging
swinging pendulous-ly
attached to my string-heart
lungs (*)(*) but the hinge
of her locket-heart softly
swings open over gaping shores
and all the fish walk
into the ocean leaving behind
their short stubby legs
with hooks dancing out
of the corners of all their
mouths already caught
:beneath our skin we have
barnacles and tiny white
sea-lice we bought at
the walmarts and targets
that pepper our hearts
:: 08-08-2015 ::
SO much Summer splashed dressed woman wearing
pan-caked Sun clothing; burning me
in red shoes- legs twisted;
the railway of a station
WE(me?) have big words
to0 much so we never spake
Jesters like fluttering
Spring butterflies swaying(
saying(what love might b(m)e))
a romantically painful
moment
I threw-up nectar
and she flew away with
sugar upon her virgin
tongue to love someone
else in this life.
And the beauty of flowers
are for everyone!
:: 08-05-2015 ::
mirror life refracting light
life-light eating all of me
when i dance it’s with shoes
so light it gives off effervescent
color of my heart so please don’t
deceive me my slice of chocolate
cake! Ahh! Cherries too — vanilla
is on the menu and i dance all
the night ;would you believe me
if three teeth told you
you’re my love boat upon the
largest body of ocean upon another
world where the dead never die
and the living dance like fireflies?
hmm, this candy bar is great i think
i’ll have another bite!
oh klondike is like covered sweetness
in a polar bar of my hot hungry mouth!
:: 08-05-2015 ::
the sun brang tilted-tinted singing
where i chased a precocious winking
flitter-colorBURSTING butterfly(my mouth
is full o’ butteredcup ofYellow(and a bee
or two too!)) and today roared in youth
next door was in horror as i chased
with tinyFoot the bug with large wings
//she screamed and clawed the walls of
shame as brutes deflowered the queen
who once ruled me//
the tiny brook is where it landed
upon a boastful rock where eddies
and tendril-like swirling water
surrounds her castled heart
and the horror away always away
where mother was raped and i
chose to chase the butterfly today
horror beneath a sun is brighter
than anything.
:: 08-01-2015 ::
at Dusk just when
the Light is filled with
indescribable Nothings
i weep feeling how it
hurts me when dark
opens it’s ancient Mouth
it reminds me of a Love
(or two) where sorry was
a misused word while my
heart was tied up in chains!
So sorry! Tilled the fields
for one never produced a thing
the other an explosive MORE
opportunity like chances
sweet baby kisses like cotton
candy sticky lips leaves my
heart wishing so much more
like how a string of blue jays
sang when i left my house to
go to work today–SING!
yeah!yeah!yeah!
and dusk just when like the light
is filled with indescribable
nothings //
:: 07-31-2015 ::
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