IF i should fall(ingly) stumble
and reach my face against life
let me kiss that spot which
met my lips and refrain from
screaming: the pain, oh! the
pain of stumbling through life!
:: 07-16-2015 ::
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IF I SHOULD FALL(INGLY) STUMBLE
TO HAVE SEEN THE PATH BEYOND THE VEIL, APPREHENSIVELY
TO have seen the path beyond the veil, apprehensively
somewhere I have walked, the promise within those eyes
of you and their silence: the strongest-frail wish
by pursed lips of gesture are things that invite me,
but as perfect as a star too far to have ever touched
and intellect and that beauty and richest soul tells me
you can easily unclose me like the sun to a rose whose
petals are saved by a grand presence of golden light
that if, by chance, my heart has not already made flight
toward the sun in all my delirious wishful needs!
but if (which is a big sounding word “IF”) we choose
to be together like space and time which if i were
that rose would beautifully invite entwined meaning
:to include love — which glues all the scattering
unimaginable pieces of all things into one
i would wish and might and say and sing:
“Marigold! Marigold! What richest color that touches
me and my soul!”
:: 07-16-2015 ::
INSINUATED MALICIOUS LIFE
IF i am separated from your love
then from your hands and heart and
brains: and the soul i saw flutteR
across a golden field outside my
window on I-10 just today
now, oh seriously!
–that since when you disappeared
“i/we” tripping, stumbling as a fool
i wonder: life, that i do drink
from soul’s fountain-dreams
and those line of old books of poetry
across the room taste like wishing-
liquid tears i sometimes THEN drown
within//and mother/father/GoD
is this ink well fathomlessly?
and i know: fear trembles just
a bit beyond a little distant
an instant compared to time!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
MY NUDE MIND
my NUDE MIND
unfolding this extravagant
tightly wounded emotion
///////into\\\\\\\
words i dearly wish i could
express in touch and kiss!
the private sentiments by
which dusty desert winds
blow away; like all great
compositions of hearts and
souls!
And my palette is full of red!
as blood, dear, as blood
though cold it is you i
embrace of fire and wood
and the winds! the winds
say, “kiss her again and again”
:: 07-10-2015 ::
LIFE’S A BAG OF TREMBLING NERVES
i found a bag of stringFULL
pearls
and i don’t care if you
use me again;
kissing sharpArrows
slung by Cupid’s despair
the mythology is the forgotten
romance of humanity
the great Ones never clog their-
sevles with the feeble praise
of poetic life ~ and i need you
even dirt understands me and
for-heaven’s sake i won’t believe
there’s not another place
where we will not sit
it’s so cold to be NoWhere
so old to be here and so easy
to blow up problems; it’s so
easy to breakdown and so easy
to love the sound: “i love you”
hands on ankles feet on wrists
and naked in thoughtful
bliss of you ~
:: 07-10-2015 ::
Esther אֶסְתֵּר
the gentle gesture of thanks
wishing all best —
loving all you read
i thank you so very kindly
for how you showed interest
in my own silly words!
again, thank you!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
PIECES OF SATURDAY AFTERNOON
i am clearly mistaken
wishing this band of machines
trumping biologically through
my yard: the wild weeds would
meekly go-away!
the busily buzzing infestation
(within my heart) not aphid
but army-worm and fire ant!
And my woody areas: grassy
smile assaulted by chigger-
bugger biggers than chinchbug!
But grasshoppers invited to
my home! The SpringLegged
leaping thoughts of green-
beauty ~~~~~~~~~~ i
wish to jump as high in life!
:: 07-03-2015 ::
WHITE SHEETS LIKE THOUGHTS
…then like thoughts
~~~ those bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
needs i thunk;
thought;
THINK! And blue-sky,
trueWHY : because it first
receives sunlit hopes
to dry bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
thoughts / needs i know
:: 07-03-2015 ::
DREAMS
COME with me let us dream
together forgetting whatever! What never
transposed fear upon the thick ledger of life!
COME with me
let us scream
forever vetting clever lies
a pine nut cut — that never grew
that I believe in dreams::mostly with you!
:: 07-02-2015 ::
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MISIDENTIFIED
Jesus!
No! Not YOU, the one who
lives on 5th and MLK Street
but bares a cross across
his chest and two bullet
wounds upon his back.
Jesus!
Yes! You! When’s the BBQ?
I have three crucified chickens
and one pig burned at the stake
waiting for the hungry masses
who forget their prayers at
night.
Who’s bringing the beer?
“Jesus”
:: 07-03-2015 ::
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