I smelled the most beautiful
ugly thought never giving
pause that thorn plus pill
oh, upon my cloud head branch
When does the death party
depart — at morning’s night
or midnight’s brilliant sun
Either way dear, count me in
:: 04-07-2014 ::
I smelled the most beautiful
ugly thought never giving
pause that thorn plus pill
oh, upon my cloud head branch
When does the death party
depart — at morning’s night
or midnight’s brilliant sun
Either way dear, count me in
:: 04-07-2014 ::
Come base-note
feet pondering
ebony-ivory keys
lyrical phrase —
lift my heart-clef
poised before measure
n’ver a common time
that life consumes
the chambers
of my music hall
bring to me my songs
each moment — symphony
the notes fall
but never shatter
only scatter about
:: 04-06-2014 ::
born a rebel he screamed
his first words to the doctor:
this is a mistake make it go away!
so he was born with a mind
and took it everywhere he traveled
packing it in a grocery bag next
to his red-tagged soul
and the purple cabbage
Go away! Go away! You’re insane!
leaving home he took his womb
a shrived skin of plastic and a spoon
to feed the lawn animals and milk tooth
the priests exercised their will in him
tried to break the spirit and the spell
but their hands were too fast — Mother
she cried and the statues bled
this is all a mistake
make it all go away
Go away! Go away! Just go away!
:: 04-05-2014 ::
we born of riches
all of us
aristocrat — even beggared
the mighty and the frail-small
a vault of bars in gold
earmarked for life’s events
swiftly/quaintly we spend
some to squander
into the wind —
the wise, thrifty
for the long road
:: 04-05-2014 ::
I lay bare
my soul
to eternity —
to see my clay
form —
from celestial
breath have I come
I now lay bare
a fall from grace —
In human form
:: 04-06-2014
mother dear lover
who distilled
such fear between
my life and love
i share with you
a tea cup of leaf
and read the bottom
portent futures bleed
a separation of life
mother i loved you
but your womb
has no vacant sign
:: 04-04-2014 ::
teeth that run
enamel roads
so hungry
looking for life
a piece of flesh
— to skin
but asphalt they bite
instead
my fear lonely traveler
by day we walk at night
— we sleep in haven
but teeth stay prowling
gashing and chomping
for a piece of my life
:: 04-04-2014 ::
I dressed my shadow
in the finest clothes
so sorrowful I was
many a year to see
how darkly it wore
the fallen light of my soul
and we took a tour
through Brussels
and rode a train
toward ancient history
and my shadow cried
to see a blue whale
beached up in a tree
and a cat caught in a wave
and so many people dead
walking like their shadows
and my shadow gave back
the fine clothes it wore
and said living light was more
than what a shadow could bare
and he seeped back down there
today the sun is hidden
behind a little black spot
even the sun has a shadow
and life is fine for light reins
:: 04-03-2014 ::
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
There within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of my soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and weepy willow cried
:: 04-03-2014 ::
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