Tag Archives: #killer

I’M GOING HUNGRY

THE WINGS of the birds upon the table
(went hungry) I saw the light over
the confessional and the voice said:

THAT’S THE PERSON TO KILL

UPON THE table the fires again
and the mouths are choking
I don’t mind stealing bread to
feed the children. Yeah. We’re
dying farmers and the mouths are
choking. i DON’T MIND STEALING
bread for the children (we’re going
hungry)

How free is poetry to express
mindless anger. It can also express
love and forelove senseless.

Serial killers are evil. Hello?
They like hurting little things that
cannot fight back.

Humans by far are the most evil
creatures of nature.

:: 11-23/2021 ::


CHOCOLATE POPCORN EYES

OH mother___ father forget me altogether.
Sister help us. Brothers forgot me.
Affection | degrees of decaying dying heart.
How i read your words and heard your minds
inside my fluid canvas mind. I appreciate
I was different and so unlike you. So unlike
you. Unlike you. I BURST SUN SPOT INSIDE
MY CRIB describes me. ALIEN unto affection.
Passing it back and forth. Like a sweet wet
kiss. BABY, how we die and live poison apple.
Jesus and fluids. I enjoy chocolate and
popcorn watching the world changing before my
genetic eyes. How silly we are and were
: forgetting our history! Almost a billion
years of living and loving and hating and dying
and a legacy you never knew.

All Affection.
Time to wake up.
To our Nature.
Warrior.

:: 11.20.2021 ::


NIGHT KILLER

NIGHT is a mushy killer of

daylight whose victim

destroys shadows flattened

entities felled by object(ions)

-(prison splits minds, you)-

AND

a dreamy jury listens -!-

DAYlight rises vampirically like

the first felled Angel /(that

holy golden blood nourished it’s

first victim called

in

som

nia //.\\ )    in  a  world  that

continuously dreams.

:: 07-16-2018 ::


JUXTAPOSITION

wet leaves upon the heels
of my tender bare feet
tall trees and night breezes
seem to sing, “love you”
my heart’s last beatings
like a far-seen ocean voice
and all the flowers exhaling
sad perfume from dilapidated
buds — maybe next season
Your hands so big around :
the tower of my mind
how sad you make me leave
all my worries behind.

:: 10-07-2017 ::