swing your wings a slanted figure eight
make a lover of you outta me
move a mountain
move the air
move my heart
into a life
A perfect shape of my heart
butterfly organ make me cry
how you move never shadows
only pure light
Let’s do it
Let’s do it
under the shade
of a weeping willow
Nature have a fit upon the wings
of never-quit let’s shoot the shit
and make a human more equipped
to see the nature that keeps us fit
so flap your wings slanted figure eight
the lover of nature is One with All of us
and all of you.
Sweet nectar butterfly.
:: 03.16.2022 ::
OH mother___ father forget me altogether.
Sister help us. Brothers forgot me.
Affection | degrees of decaying dying heart.
How i read your words and heard your minds
inside my fluid canvas mind. I appreciate
I was different and so unlike you. So unlike
you. Unlike you. I BURST SUN SPOT INSIDE
MY CRIB describes me. ALIEN unto affection.
Passing it back and forth. Like a sweet wet
kiss. BABY, how we die and live poison apple.
Jesus and fluids. I enjoy chocolate and
popcorn watching the world changing before my
genetic eyes. How silly we are and were
: forgetting our history! Almost a billion
years of living and loving and hating and dying
and a legacy you never knew.
Time to wake up.
To our Nature.
:: 11.20.2021 ::
Light cursed falling lies in a singular box
as evil has many names (but the devil always
has many more). Pink-black lips inside my
mind: little crying lilac laughter splashing
the next steps (oh yea hey ‘who can save the
world?’ someone gonna save the world?)
Hey God, stop fixing that beehive
and drop that devil to the floor — strange
how evolution is less than nature’s greatest
achievement — clocks a tac-tic tac-toc
like ringing time and lilac. . .
the flower dies.
the hope follows.
:: 10262021 ::
A heatwave visited today carried by winds and star tears; it touched me.
A vanilla taste warned amygdala as I was cycling back from hill country
away from dust beasts that live beyond the wooden bridge near the
dried out lakes of lost souls.
That infernal star dropped across the horizon and bounced from Dallas
to San Antonio leaving burn prints like dots begging for carbon pressed
lines between death and destruction.
I almost made it home but the star tears started to fall and such power
is resistant to prayers and dreams.
As they fell the Earth opened up like onion paper against a furnace.
I forget everything at that moment.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
for the true artist — art is bifurcated
into many brilliant pebbles of expression
and many will hate you for it___smear
your work deeply within their heels –>
& tell the kids you are the devil.
wait until i whip
the tar from my pants
(she was brought up religiously
silly-like) i cannot wait
to play guitar! Oh say release
the stress of any shooting star
— where is the one /sometimes
in winter\mostly within the sun
we go. hate to leave but the moon
comes (like a kid) over the terminus
:: 07.23.2020 ::
Despair is an anchor with thorns
it drowns the ship and sinks the soul
and the hull a skin that bleeds
A heart — the oar that paddles ashore
Best to use a blessed life vest
when with a raging storm
that despair comes and wisely glue shut
that gapping hawse of the Soul’s hull.
:: 05-15-2014 ::
THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::
IF the trees and green pasteurs
if as when we sat upon a spot
splashed by sunshine then; who
could taste the touch
of Love than most nevered
heard nor seen?
Then come toward me and reach out
we will talk about small things
relieving the Heart of it’s
:: 05.07.2020 ::
FORGIVE me if They think i am Mad
— a center must have a whole
which i missed while drinking
starlight and licking orgasmic-
cosmic dust while tending to
a lost angelic gaggle of giggling
cherubic-like girls; (hand hiding
Mouth) Even the Heavens have s e x
like our blades of early morning
grass drip dew do i really love
how the dogs all bark at once when
they saw that Star falling from
:: 03.11.2020 ::
DO-liciously said i fell in Love
be(*)(*)Tween your most’ist gloriously
grand trait Oars swiftly guided my
strong and long co AWK went the
swallow chasing her boyfriend
and babies are beautiful in Spring.
:: 03.11.2020 ::