BEING small is not a large master
the fuge of ugly plucks strings
and dower lips with spit sing
My desert of flat thoughts
and dry springs wept while
creating dust devils of love
Never practicing to lose father
nor mother as they died before
I could ever love them
–I smelled a red rose next to
the Middlemist Red. As my own
heart we bled. Sunrises and
:: 06.08.2022 ::
FAIRIES of dreaming memories
those famous three free fingers
damaged my trust while
the carriage of death
stopped kindly for me:
a smell of bloody air
: ghost glazed eyes aglare
hooves turned to glue.
Shekels like cobblestones
(i gave it all away)
Judas wept last night
and gaped at me shoeless
unshaven and conquered
the monsters of all time__
:: 02.14.2022 ::
THE BEST day is one of love
not by flesh nor kiss
the best i’ve ever known
and not much to say
so beyond my eyes
so far many scores of years
Today is a great chasm
that anyone could slip into
and threading these skies
with angel wings — my heart
today is today is today is
a greatest moment ever known.
today is yesterday’s wishes
:: 08.31.2021 ::
Hey boys go get yourself a soy drink & cut the bottom of your pants
so true so sad
betray the roots of all that’s nature & lay down the dog and drown.
As you were; keep yourself in the dirt and create castles of mud
cause you don’t know what it means you don’t know what it means.
We can have a chore; some say nature (like more)
is more — whose song sang drowning the right way?
Sometimes i scream so hard
i shoot myself through the throat
and take words and ghosts and make
baby-paste for women.
oh right. haha. so right.
So lonely i cry at night all the time.
Wee can ask for more fate is more
(nature as a whore) who is fruit
who is poison? aaaaaah! This is a
song about losers and losers gain
so much more. Especially when you have
no idea what is more. Righteousness is God
and Righteousness is horney wanting more.
:: 12.30.2020 ::
WHEN i met you by the ‘Never Possible’ my feet were flames of sun by the meadow Moonbeams dancing upon my lonely tongue Saw a maple leaf fall twisting twirling propeller-swirls all within expecting hearts.
Incredible spectacle devouring my hungry mouth: this speed called love is above medical. When a leaf does not say what i mean i become a single filed formation escaping — running for my life from my heart.
Never possible calling me / i had your smiles within my pockets and found holes where my pennies fall upon the sidewalk____
(You better make this call)
that’s where your pennies are when a leaf does not say what i mean i become a filed formation escaping from my heart
a speed called love above medical.
:: 11.23.2020 ::
\W H I L E we fall deeply into Life as towers
with hope of love and sugar emotions
angels behind following our trail of spirit
you and me belong to us at the height of
golden days underneath silver rain and timeless
— extensive nights and days of suddenly heard.
look and we see –> a great dampness
of soft silky memories while time burns our
skin and memories.
A serenade of Life.
:: 09.19.2020 ::
A connotation of love
— and to life
sharpens this temporal splendor
of the night
i want to live down eager
streets of lifelessness
wind, wind, wind, the notes
of harmonica asking, ‘did
you once love someone?
as the final feather floating
down a whirl-wind in the final
as when down eager boulevards
of purple rolled in velvet
beyond doomed thoughts feels
and seriously smiles
as when i have sometimes thought
of you too.
:: 09.07.2020 ::
AND like poured water the love spreads a peaceful river across these wooden
floors aspired; dying or sleeping it reaches a lake alike my own
dreaming wishes! Sore, purple-lit shores oh burning sand!
And tearful horizons cutting light — appears an apparition of love!
Should i, after mourning and tears, conjure strength from God’s love?
Such strength is in nature and my heart but so too a refraining
strength of force in such crisis! I am no saint and church prayers
in summer burst-colors all sins turned purple butterflies away!
And soon! as I have seen so you the coachman beacons at cool night
a lonely soul comes away from love!
And what saddle-ridden journey has such a soul forsaken
to get across now, Unto eternal life?
:: 12-18-2014 ::
::rev: 08132020 ::
EVERY night of every day i take my love to bed
yea; Leave my heart upon the
dinner plate for the cold
, oh ;
at night its must worse
oh how these lonely tears
fall away screaming
all within silence
So I ask God, “what do i do?”
and listen to the song of
a bird dying each note
all within the long-time
backyard inside my head___
so i’m coming Home now: no need to leave
my heart upon the alter of pain & sorrow.
:: 07.19.2020 ::