Tag Archives: #monster

CAN YOU FEEL ME (i’M MONSTER)

I love i try squeezing each other — someone else?
squeezing : too tear you apart (oh what you say?) vocal talent?
Oh – too two? My scarab bled. Oh, young minds get up and out.
how you sleep eye’d waken yea rapture.
Depending abrasion it held my body
running for my life :
running / shock social medical \
forgot formation medication :
covid decay my life — running for
life — yeah running for my l;ife..
I kept my religion inside my head
(terrible flavor) beat bounce yeah
in my seat fauci medical ? watching
records — hold me. I run. took two
shots and sipping life and fever if
it comes — fall butterflies flittering
while I decay | all for love and life.
I’m runnuing from my life.
I had you inside my coat pocket
and my flesh is vampire and never die
a sun is a chemical and human thing
: medical. Never die. How I wish it
would defy the monster inside my vein.
Never. All medical, yea. I’ so sorry
I forgot you. Human soul.

–> life is fun | death? /medical\
eternal life is posion.
never the one that dies.
A MONSTER CHEMICAL
NO WALLS no decay.
running from my life : i’m running
from life and i shed this life to make another one
met Mozart and met Marc Anthony and Cleo —
boring people ….who hurt so many/ and Christ…
yea I holy ONE. So sorry I saw you die — oh how
you asked me not to save you. CAN YOU MEND MY HEART.
CAN YOU TELL ME YOU NEVER BELIEVED ME?

:: 11.3.2021 ::


MONSTER FEAR

I am miserably prolific /mean butterfly eating my insides\
my writings less agreeable than my dreams:  no fun ||| ate
mud [check]  ate my own heart [check] stood up when i
should have stood down [check]
  wept and cried [x]
danced and went hysterically comical but carried the dead
child which was once me inside as the crowd laughed.
\
  And for ENCORE?  Doing it all over would be pure
poetic MADNESS!  /

i gave all my laughs and tears and guts whether sane
or madness creeps inside but bless who you are and for
the song you sing but no more___for all those hearts of everyone
a star burns out and others explode;  bless your hearts.

AND the claws of monstrous reality pulls me back into my head.

:: 11.05.2021 ::


DILAPIDATED ruinous. RUINOUS LOVE

i crawled deeply within rolling tossing Earth
rolling Hills — hot is the Sun as your Temper;
but focused upon You __ when you left me; (like my jealously)
— the Seasons sang, “What with you?  What with you?  What
with you?”  — sweet rolling & fallens: like a once-Living
jealously i possessed you and hated you___ the black taste
of Night — what with you what with you?
   -=-it’s me it’s me outside the Window of my Soul
  so dark so cold …
  who against Death?  against Light of Love?
   i am reminded of one named Rimbaud — my mantra,
my sweet-one my Monster;  never say good bye good bye
\but it’s me:  i cannot help feeling E,motions and
ripping all t hings aPart.  
Allow the gravity; allow the gravity (and ground)
to Grab you my beautiful dilapidation of RUINOUS
 Love!

what monster!

:: 05.10.2020 ::


I AM MONSTER

I  see your blood within our eyes
  the beauty of a whore
gently whispering abandonment
and abusive treatment //*\\
you fueling murderous rage
inside me  and to this child
you brought into motion
 and beat me with a stick
i am the filthy mass that
     moves and speaks
  i am so unadorned
(i’ll always be your whore)
  i am unknown by mother
and father — a child of
a whore  //stoned by rocks
pulled teeth\\ and subjected
by inhumanity a perfect injustice
  i wished beauty in my life
and you cry, “Even now my blood
boils at the recollection of
this injustice” So, within my tears
and a many-fractured heart say,
“…i relieve thee, my creator…
thrust i take from thee a sight
which you abhor”
   I AM MONSTER!
:: 09172015 ::

:: 09172015 ::


MARY MADE MODERN PROMETHEUS

There you were, locked
in a wintry summer
that long cold
volcanic winter
by Mount Tambora
eruption

You spewed German
ghost stories
by German-French tongue
Your th ou ghts
fragmented

by the silky touch
of cold
a kiss from abyss
to heart

And you, Mary!
Born the Modern Prometheus!

And what say you, maker!
Mot of the clay of monster
but the soul within!?!

A brilliant mind of prose
Imagination beyond the horror
you created that day

A literary monster itself!
No thing that dispose!

:: 08-21-2014 ::