TOO TASTE SPACELESS NOW
purple heart hazelnut eyes
a beautiful world
& how they all crawl
upon your skin: a nuclear
field /so i have never had
that much time…, feeling
brain-traffic as you fly
back into space-time; sweet
naughty girl my Emily D.
:: 05.03.2020 ::
Ok, I know so promise me
you’ll mind the facts:
– it wasn’t alive
– it was promised to the night
– it’s head has no heart
Like your MouthIS everywhere
no innocence; just Weird &
so White::she spats in little
bits, “I’m rich I’m fancy”
(man on horn: blue mercury
llup revo — pull over (YOUR
mouthIS everywhere) and her
head is full of EVERMore |
ok, i know so promise me…
:: 03.30.2020 ::
It’s a complicated world
ruled by pain and fear
Everything’s ‘will you swim
or will you fade’
the smallest things
hold us back
the madness outside
these walls
are nothing compared
to what’s within my halls
Brain traffic: s/o confused
grid-locked & neurotically fused
Drain my Soul
Brain traffic: over/used
fear-porn-fed till your dead
then Life’s on hold
it’s all Inside your head
BRAIN DEAD.
:: 03.27.2020 ::
We’re dying meat all inside
unexpressed confessions so,
kill me /dark deep dive
all for your pleasure re-
gardless of type of weather:
we guard your dying MEat
always dying for your meat’s
car-crash weather/we live or
die is not a question for any
Soul\
:: 03.22.2020 ::
ABANDON all senses to catch the dancing fire
of indescribable emotions trapped deeply within
the Soul of No Mouth —
tell the birthing stars our carbon body is as old
as their grandfathers and grandmothers but our love
and great Tiny minds grapple with
inconceivable thoughts
but mostly of grand words structured tightly around
the Spirit of the Poet!
:: 02.29.2020 ::
WITHIN sunlight the shadows are more
defined.
My skin is relived by the sunburn.
I did not follow her down to a bridge by the
creek but rested upon the trunk of an
e l e p h a n t.
Then again mostly upon knights and queens
i am sleeping. The cornerstone of Life
is part sleep — the rest is made of dreams.
::01.26.2020::
|| send me to oblivion where the soul never begs — ‘sometimes’ is always
winning over ‘always’ even though (mostly) things of great concern are
never present / living on the outside but dying on the inside \ i climb
upon my silver cord and find a place to hide ||
seasons are nature’s Living Kaleidoscope
the colors absorb the shadows
:: 02.04.2020 ::
eye | someTIMES tear my
eyes OUT — found the last
sheep to COUNT no longer within
my MinD oh!so here we go:
In fall of light and highway,
a Child your hands upon the
wheels — him holding up in his hands
uLtimATE Delirium –\ now, here we go
–stop–
05/14/2019
e.p.robles(c)
So beautiful is
OUR WORLD: later, when stars open out
to all this Time to the cold, i
opened the door : how you flew out to
Space
i am with you if you leave
A kiss upon
a wave with you i feel a bit more
Brave: from the dark through our hands,
the lust flew out into space
and i am with you (if you leave)
as we fly, as we love and die
:: 05-14-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c) 2019
We deal our cards as a form
of meditation
not knowing where life is
or love
He has a fedora and boots
and doesn’t play for money
just respect
She has a natural way
scattered are the numbers
she the sword of soldiers
that’s not the shape
of paradise but war
And all our lives it’s not
the shape of my Soul
she has the royal flush
i know the remnants of war
run away from your sword
carve the shape of my Heart
:: 05-11-2019 ::
