MY noodle worm thinking thing!
how i love you in this vast
ugly smile that sun burns
who i perfected
perfect breasts
telling me my face
is a farmland growing
the youth of my heart
telling you
saying me: the softest
killing moon rises again
taking me through the
window of my masturbation
nights — cultured nights
with extended biological
laugh: we excrete hahaha
like life wet dreams
smelling human –taste
paste tooth grin! 🙂
:: 09-11-2015 ::
the LANDS where i smiled gave me
eaten bites of smiling mouth
I said “say, i’m the ghost
of riding spirits”
oh Lord, give me water
for i see thousands of sand-miles
but this horse with a grand heart
moves forth //across dry dreaming
deaths beyond now it is the 11th
of November if I’d been born in it
but I tell the gods I weren’t there
i found a string in this desert
and pulled it toward my heart
then had a true vision of happiness
but it was to wait for the war
(then mystery of what i am saying)
ee cummings too //?? maybe o’hara!
i am appearing yes, by my criminal record ~~
\if you make me right i say i must fight
to survive:: where boots are depleted smile
and soldiers are waves across an ocean
of ‘when we were the Great Nation”
tis the end of ‘lost the way’
:: 09-11-2015 ::
GOD AND A GAY BARBER IN MY BACKSEAT
i hate how i smell so animal
and how my heart feels
so much like god in a salon
talking about how HIS candles smell
‘i found god’ says the queer lonely
shaved head — snicker bars
wine and sticks burning yeah
party oh yeah — in his head
purple happy skies hanging horizon
speak to my thumb striking butane
lighter roaring down I-35 and i
saw god in the rear view mirror
screaming: i’m so lonely (and
queer lonely shaved head said,’i’m
so horny for redemption come to me’
)
and God found Love inside a car
yeah, yeah, yeah YEAH!
i’m so crazy so shave my head
i’m not sad too insane and maybe
sane but i’m horny
FIND ME GOD i want a friend
FIND ME GOD i want love too!
like my friend in the backseat
making cosmic love with his
best friend || i love him
i love HIM I miss you Miss HIM
and I’m never coming back
And my barber is so happy
that he met his Lover and God
blessed his heart yeah yea yeah
:: 09-02-2015 ::
I PRAISED GOD — \ AND THE DEVIL!
SAID IT HAS more so i dropped the devil [
and all the people say and so MUCH more
yeah ya yeah yeah ha…! (listen(‘God
has so many many names and I AM
ONE who has read the book of LIFE
in the Bo0k of AKASHICK Re0ords
–< PRAISE GOD and I should droP
THE DEVIL too his knees
and I forget the frenzy and and I
love my brothers and my sisters
and love my brothers and sisters
I praise GOD
:: — ::
WHO hates me? scholars?
Sisters? Brothers?
Mother? Father?
I write the words of my heart and expect
no return!
I write the pain and pleasure
and never stop! I was a child
and then I grew up! And now an
adult of dead children — not
me but you!!! And who are you?
With your foundation of preconceived
poetry and I’m so sad to say
a meat puppet of academic
halls and you can tear down the
diploma of your years learning –>
try to make something NEW ON YOUR OWN:
and then I’ll notice Y O U
—->>i PRAISE change AND FEAR
no-thing within institutions
and I’m living FREE –? ARE YOU!?
:: 06-11-2015 ::
we speak blood-lips
lying crying. locked like-soul
inside box dreams
i swore i kept key inside my soul
never unlocked: your
forever fears of life like=life (cancer)
I saw fissure of lies
made me cry,
you gave orchards a last breath
instead of my love whose heart remains
i hate! And surprise is a torn ticket
to your theater of pegged-legged hearts
and midget heart a highness of life
i can cry upon throne like queen of freaks
I am in front o’mirror and say I’m the saddest
freak like most humans.
We’re a box dream keeping Schrodinger’s
cat life — like Libra!
I HATE MAINSTREAM EDITORS…die
or make yourself real. Eat the wall
that makes you so a whore
:: 02-19-2015 ::
bastards, you — the one,
when glory is ill
like autumn leaf
falling
crashing
down
|
|
V
dead like time,
years,
moments ago,
and now caught
y | elling
o | ut s i d e
u | nderWorld’s door
hearts, shining ships
passing thru
harbors burning
sails n’ver wanting
ship wrecked souls
sinking
|
|
V
down into Davy
Jones’ soul
:: 09-09-2014 ::
RIGOR MORTIS spreads upon the dead
complacency surely does the same
apart crimes of displaced compassion
together conspiracy to commit the dead
So the fire embraces imaginary lines
of transgressions never bought or said
Someone pay the price in giving flesh
and losing the part of living best
God I give you my eternal soul
forgive me my weakness in believing
let the sun shine upon my living spirit
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