i know the poem
(and many think, too)
liking like lips seemingly,
touching words with no-
body cares for thinking
slidingSloping reading
but mine are climbing
beating thinking breathing
and sundays a god rests
— unless he’s reading
my own heartBeatings!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
The magic-life like hugging spoon
against another)spoon-like life
a being-here like humanStory
that all thumbly-reading while,
(nothing-here/ but idel-meating(
only imagine,a fall of watering
misty-dreamy godSpray hair-in
a splash across solid maybe
rocks and mistySpirit float-in
ways so slippery mystery-daze!
i(can we?) supposing this
a solid-misty dreaming day?
:: 10-01-2014 ::
And a brother with a sister
in times of trouble
drops the devil to his knees
They — oh hell yeah, oh yeah —
drop the devil to his knees!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
signing fairy tales aloud
nothing matters to this heart
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me!
I say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a-faster!
and i escape the life of you
i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
are all singing back to me!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
I see her house over there
she’s collapsing dreams
And it makes me scream
Ohh! Aagh! I sing, crying!
my dreaming sinking
awaking I walk across
the sidewalk with fingers
entwined in spider string
and I scream; “ahh!
she is his, but so lovely!”
and I breath, little fish swim
inside my heart singing aha!
I sat with the troll and gnome
and I glued them together
they slowed the retro-degrade
and sang’ “oooh, err! Ah huh oh!,
and today’s your birthday
while you, in a daze, writing
poetry to the gods of smoking
eye-love and liquor: thum-thum
a-thum thum thum!
:: 10-91-2014 ::
THE long arm of love
will find you —
no matter how many
crimes of hearts
you’ve committed!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
i stood and cried // laughed inside
for the poets // who ride inside
the mindset of publishing
fools who know // nothing but
marketing tools and check their
flies — Fridays
Mercy!
I stood my heart upon a table so wide
and hungry eyes inside cotton-ears,
and the attic bats equal zero: none
intellect cries — ‘give me a piece
of meat instead of this shit’
and just for this one moment i was
a bad-man, so get it on!
Get it on! And I rode inside the
cover of a woman who loves me
With just one luck she found me
and said, “let’s get it on!”
Whoo!
and i became a federal agent
of hidden terrorist-like hearts
fighting for love over death
and ignorance and all that smell
— and we said, ‘let’s get it on!’
[moma told me something —
only for one ear]
:: 10-01-2014 ::
THE greatest expression
of emotion is also
mostly feared:
T. E. A. R. S.
e, m, l, e, o
n, o, w, g, u
d, t, a, a, l
e, i, y, i, //
r, o, s, n,
, n,
, s,
:: 09-30-2014 ::
THE mango kiss when did-lee!
heart fitting /\ sliding
throaty passion ate lay-
in, me my annabelle lee,
silent annabelle lee breath,
i am here and you–here my love?
“always within thee my love!”
my annabelle lee, my love!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
wind perhaps like when –then
perhaps a wish thinking-bee
busy pollinating her dreams
of all the blessings which see
golden promises above nights
weaking weeping buzzing tears
that nobody loved this, too
wind perhaps like when –then…
:: 10-01-2014 ::
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