A buzzing love
inside a bottle
the top popped
like a drum
Thin skin,
a heart slipped
dead white
then red plush
My bleeding pen
like summer eyes
papery like leather
balled small feelings
oh where would you go
if i ate yesterday
how to jump inside
so Homunculus
Oh! I cried when the
skies turned around
to say: there’s love.
How i hate endings
but that smell of
your small breath
like fresh green grass
filled my heart with
eternal sleep, lilies.
:: 03.14.2022 ::
I wonder if your tears have finally run dry, or if they’re just leaking through your ears and your open mouth.
A tear spills over and lands on my cheek. I wipe it away with the palm of my hand, and you look up and see me wiping my own tears away.
You try to smile and lean in for another kiss, but I’m struggling. I’m thinking about what will happen to us if I do get to live. You see my hesitation, but continue, keeping your smile intact. The kiss begins to feel awkward, but still I kiss your forehead. It’s a goodbye kiss. You open your eyes and smile. You make a big gulping noise, and throw yourself into the ocean. The water covers me and I begin to sink with you into the abyss.
I hope that you’ll find your way back to me. Follow/
You open your arms for a hug, and I walk into them. The world around us, while still extremely wet, I knew how it felt to stand within your thin arms.
:: 02.05.022 ::
Sweet \ Rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven like the first dewfall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden sprung in completeness where His feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Plant me in His hand and get rid of my feelings, curse me with my faults and put me
into your lap, Get rid of my blemishes and make me beautiful.
Praise me with psalms and hymns and songs of praise. Praise for the woman with her hands
blessed AND hear my cry, you are my guide, lord of my life.
The Lord has opened to me a door of mercy and gave me the grace of Your hand and light
shone around me with rays of great love.
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweet pleasures of the morning
Foam in my eyes, and trembling in my knees,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweet pleasures of the morning
Flower-strewn at dawn, I am lifted in thine arms
But my soul I leave at the tomb of Thy death
Praise me with songs, I live to praise, praise with psalms and hymns and songs of praise.
Praise for the woman with her hands blessed
Hear my cry, you are my guide, lord of my life
The Lord has opened to me a door of mercy.
:: 03.02.2022 ::
L O V E S W A R M A C H I N E
Unstable eyes stand stubborn:
skinFlesh kid won’t mourn
agan wearing sackcloth.
Hard-hearted Emerald hearts
of grandiloquent minds weep
some scorned — such poverty.
Flower face forgot – me/not
between stones paving
gavel grave ground/unpicked
hearts; pare boned.
I created the greatest monster
called language: damned the howling shroud
across the moor raving/upon a leash we wept
knowing which souls go into bare rooms:
the blank untenanted air.
yeah.
and darknest never left. Not a sound.
:: 02.28.2022 ::
a passion of darkly cast hooks
screaming my name hey look
black sweet blood
mouthfuls having fits
hauls me through the air
:: 02.26.2022 ::
O mothers give up forever
to hold horses in corrals.
When we stood the sun lowered
into a neighboring hamlet
quivering.
Can’t fight the tears
or the truth or lies
When standing towers stand higher
i, too, exist no longer; my heart beating
my general mouth forcing lips apart.
And i want you to know who i am —
as god from a lofty shoulder sees where
we are going.
Where there’s nothing to believe
and life as fantasy is nothing more
than mysteries — your name.
While we are thinking about tomorrow.
:: 02.20.2022 ::
GIVE ME BOURBON
GIVE ME BOURBON
O seasons, Chateaux
a taste of pure snow
inside the rotten Soul
Upon eyes a moon
upon finger tips
a learned sassy spell
that no one withstands
i want to take you home
give you all crypto-coin
tell mama she’s gone
ah shit: body and soul
inside Sway ] kissing you
even if bad luck comes
(my way) steel coming
to slice up that brain |
& sever a nose,
lusty prowling Cat:
hint — his ribs are stone,
the flame a death that pleases
God if ventured i prayer.
:: 0.15.2022 ::
GIVE ME BURBON
O seasons, Chateaux
a taste of pure snow
inside the rotten Soul
Upon eyes a moon
upon finger tips
a learned sassy spell
that no one withstands
i want to take you home
give you all crypto-coin
tell mama she’s gone
ah shit: body and soul
inside Sway ] kissing you
even if bad luck comes
(my way) steel coming
to slice up that brain |
& sever a nose,
lusty prowling Cat:
hint — his ribs are stone,
the flame a death that pleases
God if ventured i prayer.
:: 0.15.2022 ::
IN a WORD are the little things
the meaning bigger than me.
Within a Soul is great soup
the tongue and her taste great.
Inside the nest unborn eggs
unpublic – slanted sight!
My unborn babies are largely great
inside only a single name:
a lifelong dying Soul as me –
Admirning time and her quaint space.
A poet? For me yes but you for
saving grace a possibility.
:: 02.14.2022 ::
A blossom of heart
a brain of red storm
that soars in swarms
of indistinct dreams
holding frail fingers
of silver nails
writing two charming
words:
“loving you”
And within the scene
of heavy hair where
dew falls my trembling
fingers wander
wide blue skies of
kisses bathing jumbles
of blooming flowers
merci, interrupted by
trembling and saliva
whispering resumptions
on the lips or desire
for kisses___
A soul rising and dying
that constant desire
to weep in gray indolences.
:: 02.14.2022 ::
BY deep purple night as land and air lay
was tight as time as this was might
brimming love tonight
My heart gave into the vein of green
it gave unto blissful sky
a moon and sun as son
a mother buried into the Earth
tonight /we sang through tears
we sang with love\
If by love then by Soul
forgiving all sin
that lovers can control:
what? Nothing. A torrential
river we swim!
is true LOVE.
:: 02.09.2022 ::
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