Tag Archives: #poetry

DOG BARKED

The night’s silence. Cat absorbed the evil of worse feelings. fifteen stories of pure kumrads die because they’re told. how we felt so cold in this still air; still the arabian sands move. Anciently slow. IF there was a softly spoken voice who called this Soul i awoke in dream///nothing here to see\\ like a black bird there is no one as me — i taste a shaded darkness as me of intention within a terrible desire ///make me so cold air so still nothing to fear \ are you breathing the real. EVERYTHING i woke for and everything i long for is so damn far and everything so far — help me everything i fought for everything i cried for in my face was written in my name oh feel the same all within me… everything i hope for and everything i long for is just to0 long away to make me living. within me. :: 10.17.2021 :: DOG BARKED DOG barked. The night’s silence. Cat absorbed the evil of worse feelings. fifteen stories of pure kumrads die because they’re told. how we felt so cold in this still air; still the arabian sands move. Anciently slow. IF there was a softly spoken voice who called this Soul i awoke in dream///nothing here to see\\\ like a black bird there is no one as me — i taste a shaded darkness as me of intention within a terrible desire ///make me so cold air so still nothing to fear \\ are you breathing the real. EVERYTHING i woke for and everything i long for is so damn far and everything so far — help me everything i fought for everything i cried for in my face was written in my name oh feel the same all within me… everything i hope for and everything i long for is just to0 long away to make me living. within me. :: 10.17.2021 :: DOG barked. The night’s silence. Cat absorbed the evil of worse feelings. fifteen stories of pure kumrads die because they’re told. how we felt so cold in this still air; still the arabian sands move. Anciently slow. IF there was a softly spoken voice who called this Soul i awoke in dream///nothing here to see\\\ like a black bird there is no one as me — i taste a shaded darkness as me of intention within a terrible desire ///make me so cold air so still nothing to fear \\ are you breathing the real. EVERYTHING i woke for and everything i long for is so damn far and everything so far — help me everything i fought for everything i cried for in my face was written in my name oh feel the same all within me… everything i hope for and everything i long for is just to0 long away to make me living. within me. :: 10.17.2021 ::

SINGLE SPORE LIBRAN HEART

SINGLE SPORE of my libran heart
how wonderful to be drawn into this messy abstract Art.

Painting, wishing, dreaming sleeping upon the hard bone of
a dead blue whale’s penis.

Eating orchids. Tasting essences of yesterday’s highness lift shit
so we can wrap it all back

A cedar box of millennia traps where kings and queens souls weep
dream of incarnation — perhaps!

oh hey. wait. i left my car keys upon the kitchen table while dreaming
of my surprising thoughts — no invites.

Oh, fuck. I tasted the baby breath when a saucer flew over my head and
spewed angel hair all over my head.

Hey. wait. i didn’t flush the toilet and now forever am i indebted to the
clean police of refuse. Covid lips taste politicians passionately — govern-
ment box of cedar fox; succeed. indeed.

DIVIDED CANCER WE FALL

:: 10.13.2021 ::


BLACK AIR

JOY or misery …
contain the storm that sets
within your eyes
Lights at night upon bridges
or a bed of nails at night
___/feel that torn twist in
your side\ and the beat of
furious wings in black air.
AND nightingale bird sings
whilst i dream i c o uld sing
but n’ver are the joys of its
Voice.

Until once a dream came with
a song like a this bird with
a song.

under wings
beneath the skies of my eyes.

:: 10.13. 2021 ::


9 O’CLOCK DESERT

Down went the bare-assed Sun
UP came the silver cock Moon
devouring light and eating
the twilight desert of that
insatiable monster that is
Between her thighs.

:: 10.13.2021 ::


SERIOUSLY LOVED

SERIOUSLY LOVED that one, too.
i loved more than the heavens
and dirth. Than any deranged
brilliant animal stuck upon
Earth.

Is she. That, within my heart.

:: 10.13.2021 ::


UNTOUCHABLE

SEXY untouchable woman
in her silk nun’s habit
One praying for God
the Other praying for Her
stuck her tongue in my mouth
while prostate i prayed
i creamed within my heavenly
prayers. She screamed.

:: 10.13.2021 ::


IN ANGUISH I AM ALIVE

IN anguish i am alive. As we are whenever
a tear drop has always meant. Fiery and
at times absolute coldness – of all
recorded time and as our yesterdays have
confounded minds always forward toward
a dusty death of revelation.

Always (sometimes?) told by a poet full of
anguish and unrequited love —
that which signifies Nothingness.

:: 10.13.2021 ::


TEARS

TEARS

. . . . . . TEARS // fear dreaming tonight
/-/ how my eyes drain these watery rivers
of aching fearing dreams tonight sleeping
i knew. ….oh dear my loving light
i wondered : \ : when as a baby i knew
how you held me. As you whispered within my
little ear, “you are my love always and forever
and as always.”
I believe your voice in my little darkness.
Mother.

:: 10.10.2021 ::


FLESH MACHINE

THE armies of nations move forward and the women
with their babies — fear.
The Light of my last night from a window with
my wife blinks out
like an eye within the night:
i am everything and nothing: I shave a last time
while she sleeps requires no more tears — no more fears.

i feel the heat of a sun down the road; orders and marching boots into the womb
of death so i say the light of my last night with silent screams and no more tears
. None. Mouth of steel and AI mind eats human flesh today — listen,
tired hearing you scream: no time to talk about my love. I can EAT
your memories if you walk into my path — save yourself. How the world
became this WORLD IS DEAD. Hide within shadows and hate yourself.

Listening to mourning souls like you makes you my prisoner — like a
turtle finding the ocean. Pray for God’s mercy if it makes you feel
human but feeling sorry makes you meat and soul now; the machines
eat and you should never give in to them.

rEASON with humans and hearts –> refuse machines.

:: 08.04.2020 ::

FLESH MACHINE

THE armies of nations move forward and the women
with their babies — fear.
The Light of my last night from a window with
my wife blinks out
like an eye within the night:
i am everything and nothing: I shave a last time
while she sleeps requires no more tears — no more fears.

i feel the heat of a sun down the road; orders and marching boots into the womb
of death so i say the light of my last night with silent screams and no more tears
. None. Mouth of steel and AI mind eats human flesh today — listen,
tired hearing you scream: no time to talk about my love. I can EAT
your memories if you walk into my path — save yourself. How the world
became this WORLD IS DEAD. Hide within shadows and hate yourself.

Listening to mourning souls like you makes you my prisoner — like a
turtle finding the ocean. Pray for God’s mercy if it makes you feel
human but feeling sorry makes you meat and soul now; the machines
eat and you should never give in to them.

rEASON with humans and hearts –> refuse machines.

:: 08.04.2020 ::

THE armies of nations move forward and the women
with their babies — fear.
The Light of my last night from a window with
my wife blinks out
like an eye within the night:
i am everything and nothing: I shave a last time
while she sleeps requires no more tears — no more fears.

i feel the heat of a sun down the road; orders and marching boots into the womb
of death so i say the light of my last night with silent screams and no more tears
. None. Mouth of steel and AI mind eats human flesh today — listen,
tired hearing you scream: no time to talk about my love. I can EAT
your memories if you walk into my path — save yourself. How the world
became this WORLD IS DEAD. Hide within shadows and hate yourself.

Listening to mourning souls like you makes you my prisoner — like a
turtle finding the ocean. Pray for God’s mercy if it makes you feel
human but feeling sorry makes you meat and soul now; the machines
eat and you should never give in to them.

rEASON with humans and hearts –> refuse machines.

:: 08.04.2020 ::


SCENT OF AUTUMN NIGHT

October darkness without a moon
a winterless space within hearts
what dreamy spine against thick
sunset nights.

perceiving fingers upon a piano
crying notes and cascading centrifugally
expecting silly — clumsily thumbs.

oh, e.e. how you enter thisMIND of mine:
“i feels so lonely fer duh good oledays we
spentin’18 kicking duh gutsouta dem
doity foreaters an humpin duh swell janes on…”

 My waving floating blue fin tuna eyes —
hook and flotsam death.
  It really bust be Nice. never to
have no body or imagination) never to never
wonder about guys you used to( and them
slim hot queens with damn next to nothing.
   loving skin and soul and lips a kissin’
the sun and moons beyond our imaginations.
Oh how time and space and in between we
gore the pleasant feelings of flesh-life;
living just a small moment here and now.

Praise!