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EYES OF IBEX

WATCHING the animal within her cage;
eyes of ibex and look too closely
into an eye –> it is the sound of the class
you are / e v e r y t h i n g is where
it belongs\ all inside
and all — right where it
belongs as if everything
around you aren’t quite as
it seems )( negative reflections
: a l l you wish to be | but if you
could look right through Christ —
would you find yourself afraid?
to see as Narcissus staring and
hiding within a tree — so everything
around you are not quite as it seems
and the world you used to know
was an elaborate dream.
hey! wait! i have a new complaint
dressed myself within angel’s hair
and baby breath /broke your hymen with
-in prose-purple noose.

:: 07.15.2020 ::


WITHIN THE BLUE-LONGEST NOW

WITHIN the longest NOW (love)
melted me
melted my mind
but never my THOUGHTS
(buh-bump yea) so long
was this shortest JUMP
broke my femur
so cut’em between my
knees/
now forever bleedin’
screaming, meaning
i once believed in
l o ve.

;; 0142020 ;;


TOO MANY EYES?

     IF there are too
many Eyes: * *
   * wreck yourself
   * be an angel
(or stick around, like
balloons and furniture
for a day)
     tell the grandchildren
how you defended the State
     o f YOUR MIND.

:: 07142020 ::


NOCTAMBULATION

                    while walking i met a Sprite
       and    she     told    me  several times:
‘you ate my x-pectation’  ah look here — gently placed
her dreaming heart & clouds (as if a party is a party ever
met to last) all within my Heart and we moved everywhere — i once
saw a long life briefly then fell unto deep Love everlasting.
   within a deep lush flower petal of reds and whites these memories
are felt child-happiness:  tell her to find me between spaces of No
Things (forget to not get nor forget  mine true Love)  tell the weeping
circle of Nature how the springs sing    and gather now among the embers
of Time (she was a true love).
Noctambulant now under a sad silver night of Moon.

::  07.12.2020 ::


GOD SPEED YOU POET

inside the MOUTH of the sun
frail invaders come as i have crawled
to the corona of the lone cactus — day
and night are both and none: space is
full of surprises and sandstorms the glitches of time.

:: 07.12.2020 ::


AD ASTRA PER ASPERA


DROWN ALL FEARS THAT SHALL DISAPPEAR

IF my eyelids & smile abate,
If i ever get a pinch of taste
of forgiven love
  Will I see eyes of green or
blue?  oh i chose the North,
or the land of Vines?
 — instead cold & damp and feelings;
the tired winds my friend ; longing
are hopes for a wrong thing —
her hair array:  so now to become
the traveler of yore
within a blessed quote of, “come oh
will you not come — won’t you come
to me?”
    those green leafs shall never
open it’s presence toward those
doors to me again.

:: 07.10.2020 ::

i will take on any noticed poet today
and give him 1000.00 USD if the masses
say he is better than me. Offer expires
07/21/2020

All apply


WHATEVER MAY BE WITHIN YOUR DREAMS JUST DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME

LIGHT (frightening) fog upon the hood
and woods so many stars shining
so brightly  above and fluttering heart
of mine (this weather shall keep us together)
     oh, say all every night
& kiss me
& if you miss
     me hold just tight
     i am almost blue

STAR fading but i linger on Dear
  and shall linger unto dawn dear
  (dreams till sweet rose petals
  grow all within your footprints
     to ward    (oh ba bah bud)
me___ so now still craving your
kiss my Sweet Dreams Dreaming
  — behind you.

:: 07.10.2020 ::


BORN WITHIN THE CRACK

BORN within the C R-A-C-K
of road and gutter fighting Tears like
no other feed me; feed us; save the
fetus [if not for the madness
within the air (BRAIN!)
maiming us_____/\/\
/\___]it’s okay to SCREAM\
the horror of this DAY!
oh rain oh rain oh REIN!
the virus of covered9’s
upSIDE down (listen now)
are three by three – OH!
–>digging within the brain
–no rain!

:: 07.10.2020 ::/
/
/
her mouth is like the
fine bust of all sounds
\life given /now re-
ceived/wander through space
my profound love with a
hidden face.

(could not help it)


SPECTACULAR ENTERTAINMENT

SITTING so little is   so… This little
would-be bride in   a Kind of cellophane
yellow-red candy dress
     like misery reaching
     its hand tearing fine
garments of feelings I am becoming
millions of broken shards of
eyes that find me  so disgusting
      blue windows – pink rooftops
dirt, sunrises,sewage ditches
and the petals of picked dying flowers
upon my refrigerator ~~ (i use to have purpose)
My eyes still blind from prehistoric light
while the screams and moans of assaulting life
rant through Gotham! With no voice!

:: 06-11-2015 ::
rev: 07102020