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DYING & HUNGRY

I

Not a firefly but equal
to a glyph and less or more
as light within a cage of flesh
steals like riots —
my mind prowls the poverty of
Life.

Excommunicate while suffering
without shutting up  and hearing
past ghosts whisper:

“dying & hungry.”

08132020


I AM DUMB AND I AM WEAK

WITHIN the heat of night i see my moon shadow
within this night yes so if i ever say
i ever denied love only because i am weak
and i see you and i know how colors paint
life & how broken hearts weep for more tomorrows
And dear : i lost my mind and my mouth | i see how
seeds grow into frail flowers
/so i see my shadow \ even in sunlight —
so i am dumb and i am weak and so
human. So if within the heat
of night i see my moon shadow
within this night yes / i lost my mind
and forgot the spectrum of colors because
i lost your love. So sun shadows i burn
looking at your light and wish i could be
so much as you my brilliant sun and my mouth
and my teeth and heart and my soul weeps
tearings looking at the moon shadow.

:: 08.12.2020 ::


WHEN BLOOD MEETS MOONLIGHT

\   after the worst of days
of any age –on these nights
when blood meets moonlight
never feel bad for me.

i was glad
    to grow upon any night
so winds sing sounds–the
gates are near

ii.

when i wake up–Over there,
framed by a heart whose ventures
i love;  take me August nights!
after the worst of days

of any age
on these nights
when blood meets
moonlight.

:: 08.02.2020 ::


I DO NOT KNOW

why is night comforting
to lost souls
why evening rains feel
so lonely
i do not know
i do not know
the beautiful Sun
knows my name
the moon too beneath
everglade
why is life so painful
so burning
i do not know
i do not know

:: 07.28.2020 ::


BLOOMING ARTIST (whore)

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.
    Say again?
       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
of Earth.  

:: 07.23.2020 ::


NEVER WITH ME ALWAYS WITH YOU

never WITH me
always with you
kick the sand
kicking the dust
the rest is us:
i dream i
dreamed of Love;
screaming much
LOVE that which
burns brighter
than the Sun.

:: 07.23.2020 ::


LIFE BREAKING MY HEART (NATURE)

DREAMING closely i kissed nature
within everything and where it
was: dreaming i dreamt i was
back within myself
within a stain’d-spot
counting all the looks &
remembering all souls’ reflection
(is it all i wish to be?)
i find myself too afraid to
see. Dreaming delusions of
a storm of phantom numbers
where all beings die:
almost 8 billion years after
Earth ceases to exists —
is there any lamp post to see?
are the alley’s shadows all
you wish to be?
many wise hearts speak-spoken
so mysterious and fashionably
sensible you failed —
life breaks my heart.

:: 07.19.2020 ::


STRO9KE ME

   WILL everybody   hear (if you’re within this game) )a baby ANEURYSM ::::-  poets writing to kill someTHING :::- ELSEKeep a firm handshake — pen ineye -=–contributions elude   grammar Nazis’ – so you got yournumber down :  now sit down ____????–loved you so much you made me sick–  make my backbone slide –_ move yourself into my FACE:   –>  glyphand butterfly:  are you listening nowcause’ it ain’t no joke:   keep yourfancy pants on and learn me.
:: 07.17.2020 ::


THE TREMBLE OF TOADS

AGES of restless furnances
dancing among their own flames
eating death by untold wars

The Soul: a great warrior
and Earth the expansive battle-
ground that wring the necks of
evil ones; stamping & dancing
to kill the flames, vile hands
mottled flesh and skin.

Across the blue skies a Peace
while men scream and women cry;
babies giving up the life of youth
for the grave — turns the heads of
lambs!

while young men turn old and gnaw
their fingers; never praise madness
when it is madness of no purpose!

:: 07.05.2020 ::


DYING IN BED

THE bed a crime scene of sorts
a passion spilled in sweat
willingly i go – to my death

he comes to me in the night
a sword sharpened by lust
and thrusts it into my soul

mother, i’m ready to come home
but the line between pain & pleasure
is small compared to the pleasant death

the coroner will say an untimely passing
but my murderous lover knew the timing
each plunge of his knife ever deeper

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