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ACT (of) ONE

THE curtains open to broken applause
an audience of great mystery
i cannot see their faces
nor their eyes
my Usher flees me!
And Time, the soliloquy
for Thespian lies
with each act an act of Life
and props on spot
for dramatic plots
Agh! my lines evade me!
Evade me for all i am
worthless within my House
of Theater:

The Absurd
The Humour
The Horror
The Love

of tears of joy of laughter
of sorrow of broken lines
upon my heart
upon my face
within the glass
upon the shattered floor

AND within the miles of aisles
of faceless witness
my lines flee me!
Within and without such cosmic shatter
an audience so abstract is my life
an Act (of) One.

:: 08-19-2018 ::


AM I HERE?

art and poetry


Dew Pressed Evening Light

From the dew pressed evening light
there by the biding brightly might
of my somber receding life;
as others might lesser me could not
by depressed inner sigh
was and is my stormy life
depression within the fold.
From the earliest of my days
there within me sadness lay
And all the joy of my heart
by the same tone could not fight
for self unless i be torn;
my compassion extended long
beyond the reach of my needing
own — and now as time has stretched
it’s thinning arms i find myself
a stowaway upon the desolate spot
cast aside in stormy water
still my love and beating heart
sails across the vast dark void
to comfort afflicted tormented
souls- of blue and silver sparks
by striking words and thunder talk
the angel my guardian holds my
hand (now that Heaven hears
my tears) Of a day more near
than far when shall i too find
the love as my own to comfort me.

:: 08-03-2018 ::


BIG ROOMS

A new day. When i buried you.
i found love within me by
the warmest touch Of my heart
i have grown. By the things
over ‘there’ there now.
AND Largest walls hide
hammered nails so lost.
A new shape from the deepest
inkwell || well now ||
we are on our own.

And Poets never grow up
WE GROW BIG ROOMS.

:: 07-10-2018 ::


IT’S YOUR NIGHT STAR PRETENDING

Bring your face to be a friend take a stab bring again a friend
iridescent bubbles crab tastes like smiles — a stab to her heart
killed him // outside a danger \\ acting stupid //(words) a judge
smudged freedom therein my [friends
it’s so loose — overRAM overCUMed
dirty dirty words/ Inside my here
and now [hungry religion] — my
libido // a quaint gazabo \\ i
threw up purple tongueLIZZARD
it’s their lifeSTYLE
their ENTERTAINMENT –{environs]
my last FORGET oh yeah forget
makes us small //a whiri-wind
hello? a whirl win ; we danger
we more so Iris God – a dirty word
//sea and sky ; a two-b l a d e of
cloud-nynmph /love you likeHuman
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…yeah
My love, my un-natural creature
YEAH YEAH YEAH — YEAH!
let’s not forget (yeeessss) i find
it so hard so wide so large i say
neverMIND nevermIND yeah my Greek
Goddess of the Rainbow //yea, yea,
a flea bleeding feeling finding makes
smiling my tender meats; AND outside
danger: who we are now? ENTERtainers?
do youLOVe NOW ;’ excuse for a kiss
to remember? Hey hell, hey hell,
hey hello…hell, hell, hello nO!
i was can’t wait!

:: 07-04-2018


I’VE BEEN KISSED BY A LARGERSby

There use to be a place for laughter
within this carnival ride of life
a large blue-eyed rabbit to ride
purple flying piglets wearing
knitted green sweaters kissing
roses in bloom — so the light
hits the bloom again
There is so much i could tell you
but you remain so much the power
so much the pain –> oh baby to
live like you’re an addiction
so i guess i should know i should
go but love how you kiss how your
roses are a colorLiking my heart
the light upon the dark side of me
(and did you know when it’s winter
you’re my summer rose?) And now that…
There’s so much i could tell you
oh how i love you love you like
an addiction when it snows
oooh when twin purple tulips bloom
PurpleBURST (i’ve been (ah!) [if i should crush…\
so much power so much my pleasure
so much my addiction my pain] of a DAY i
kissed and IF_i get addicted to love
then by more of the carnival of kisses
by life so MY PAIN
TO LIVE LIKE i love MY ADDICTION
and my heart BECOMES LARGERSby –>
the lips of your purple bloom.

and love remains.

:: 07-04-2018 ::


MoMA I CANNOT GIVE MY CHILDREN

MoMA i cannot give my children
away ||| the walls are lonely

crucifixes — flatSURFACES making
tears |/and\| resurgence of

ways i have died. ‘ Simply ‘ is
no word that exists in this

universe, dear. And infinity are
spaces between whole numbers;

ONE s t retched in2 a hope
of reaching outside the caveBONED

life of souls my dear. We only
have each other and my heart

aches i cannot feel any longer
than this:

*

i love you, too.

:: 07-01-2018 ::


Sometimes & Only a Few Times

Sometimes and only a few times (this week) the tears just leak and fall everywhere I am.

My head does not have a heart and my heart does not have a mind ~ do you ever wonder
if others are afflicted, too?            By this bizarre physiological aliment called sensitivity.
[this morning my air mattressed — regretting that allowing my weight to burden
-it has a leak too, you see i sold my real bed and the women who had once
sleepy-hungryTime’d with me there)

AND; (thank you) I dug that hole over there by that imaginary oak tree which sits
beneath a bruised blue languishingly beautiful cloud;

within i have placed everything i am.
Last night by the full moon and my secret (but I shall only tell you) friend. She is
the ball of bountiful light and alive and hums in vibrant tones and she is now our
private secret
we covered the box with mother earth’s blessings and slept there. Growth is
2 parts terror and 3/4th’s pain //wishing it was never a scream that awoke me but
a tender kissed wish-made true )( winds are that thing
you feel when you lose a NothingMatteredAnyWho-thing.

And those boxed deeds me, my friend (and you Now…now now) planted have grown into
every shapedGhostBreathing debt-turned-gold.

The s p a c e s b e t w e e n w o r d s a r e t h e t r u e
m e s s a g es w a i t i n g t o b e e x p r e s s e d /i love you.

:: 06-30-2018 ::


The Flowers Inside of Me

I couild allow the night
to smother me
but what’ll I do
in the morning?
(you’ll see)

But I’ll keep the flower
within me
the flower
within me

Now and then it’s a struggle
to see, now now
Now I sometimes
just don’t know
then I’ll see a morning’s
sunrise so brilliant
and see
and away
all the pain
so I keep caring for
caring for the flower within me

It’s what I do but it may be wrong
whether rain or sunshine
it’s all nuturing
like all of life ~

So I keep the flower,
I keep the flowers
alive inside of me
all inside of me

:: 06-23-2018 ::


Gravity ii

Last night gravity broke down and today
my toilet refuses to acknowledge a
fundamental rule: the push of God’s gaze
should make the toilet water flush away
all of my worse fears and physical
burdens.

It hasn’t and likely will never.

Lifting the cosmic lid and adjusting
the lever of proposition gives me
some hope — gravity apparently
has a terrible temperment when shit
tries to float down hill.

:: 06-01-2018 ::