Tag Archives: #poetry

Thimble & Needle

Thimble and needle hear

my words

you’re too busy these days

to love

I’ve followed you through

and through

the toughest patches of life

and now my thread

has grown too thin

And we’ll never survive

never survive never survive

the stitching of our hearts

Paper, rock and scissors

needles, pins and threader

rulers of horror measure

the terror of my nightmare

as I watch the needle

of your busy work pierce

the tissue of my heart

I’ll never survive

never survive the sowing

of the madness

that’s your mind

:: 04-21-2018 ::


P  O   E    T RY – okay?

Only W H EN   i   am   Spiritually

inclined.  BUT so   many whispered

WORDS OF WISDOM have been revealed by

your hand; “But here i am, with my tears

of joy and arms and heart and even brain/

MIND; me, please.  Look at me — just look,

(Said your heart), But i cannot wake up

to the sounds of weeping from the churchyard

or miles into the City so sleep pretty

love and don’t cry //and when your chest

releases heaves i sing all lullabies

all within your tender ear // make

My Sunnyside up and let’s start Over/

Inside a new paradigm, ugh.

 

:: 12-27-2016 ::


TOWER OF A CASTLE

Within the tower of a castle
within the empire
of my existence

are all the lovely souls
are all the missed gifts
all within a lovely vassal

And if it all falls away
falls away in misunderstanding
there is hope there are some
there are some strong enough
to withstand and exist

And what useless,
foolish regrets
And what harmful,
regretful fears

And within the tower
of my castle
within the empire of
all existence

No room for sorrow
No room for tears
No room for fears

But a world of One Nation
And to hear the laudations
to hear the flatteries
of all the angels…

All within the towers
within the towers
of our castle!

:: 04-08-2018 ::


THE SLEEPING PROSTITUTE OF TIME

Within the tapestry of life
goes the Mind:
the rest of flesh and bone
remain cat-like;
a sleeping prostitute
of time.

And within heaven all of the
interesting people are missing,
or so says Nietzsche.

But within hell most everyone
says the intersection of Canal
& Mott Streets in Manhattan are
a killer.

And a chorus of drunks fooled
by numbness and unencumbered

by care drown out the naked lunch
of fear and rejection.

That’s the mind singing, you
know.

So few sensuous souls and
so many meaty mannequins!

:: 04-07-2018 ::


AN OLD LADY THREW ME THE BIRD TODAY

A tongue like Excalibur melts into mythically steeled words
and ends up tearing hearts with all its magical properties.
Then the universe collapses into a final ending with nothing
left but the, “no thing.” It continues to breath and all words
move forward as zombied penguins with many semicolons standing
whimsically awaiting the next coherent thought.

And the deep dreamer asks, “So let me get this straight Jack”
to the Police Doctor on hand. “You want me to take my pencil
and right every wrong for those patients in the mechanical
ward of broken minds?” Just then a portal opens at the foot
of the deep dreamer’s mouth and the little blue clothed
munchkins drag him out of the ward and into a bread truck
and say, “You’re coming with us to settle a bet.”

The bread smells a wonderful Jesus-like body but there’s
no blood-wine to go with the screams.

:: 03-10-2018 ::


Lust Our Kicks

It’s a sun-drenched thought
riding in a dream like me
in the backseat of a
Buick rumble seat

We love our kicks
it’s our treat
being crazy ain’t enough
unless your tough
we love our kicks

There’s a question
on the plastic streets
one that drives me hazy
am I or the others crazy?

We gobblefunk in the trunk
licking the razor’s edge
all in the backseat of my
Buick rumble seat

And we lust for our kicks
a psychedelic moment
in a psychiatric ward
where the monkeys smoke
it ain’t no joke

We lust for our kicks

:: 02-12-2018 ::


THE ENAMELED WILD BEASTS

THE opening to the mouth cave

is a jungle skyscraper

of enameled wild beasts

that eats upon a human power

of intense fragility – a feast.

//\\a devil’s cloven

DownSHOULD

B. stop || hoof while

(should i stop)? risen vampires

by the golden blood of fallen

Angels \\// UPSHOULD b. go ||

flutterby wings.

IS IMPONDERABLY DECADENT

:: 02-11-2018 ::


ENTROPY ii

My feet
dangling by the mind’s edge
such splendor and sadness
as the tears of my madness
break away from a night’s
prosperity

And sink
within the cave bone
of millions who have lost
their souls and minds

A severity hotter than
the boiling sun
is this place where
there is no love

:: 02-11-2018 ::


THE Will-Be WAS

will-be was
always driving
the nail
into the wood
crashing light into
the void
less voice
you’ve always got
to do what they say

And no one’s going
to give it away
they’re always making
it hard for everyone
even today breaking it

will-be was
always striving
when your head’s
within the ground
always making it
and they’re taking it
so no need to keep on
faking it

They’re going to take it
They’re going to break it
Even when you’re dead
Even when you’re gone
So no need to fake it

As it’s always
it’s always
the will-be was

:: 02-11-2018 ::


INTO THE SPLENDOR

Into the splendor
of the day’s sunlight
Into the tender fray
of love’s sight

I kiss you
I kiss you
I kiss you

We wander along
together ~
singing our song
So much stronger
falling in love
while dancing
to birdsong

And I don’t care
what the day may bring
as long as the bird’s
sing and the moon
brings me to you

I’ll always take
~ a chance
I’ll always sigh
~ a little sigh

while stealing
a little kiss
from my baby

While dancing with
my love within the
dreamy moonlight

And singing along
with the birdsong
all night long

:: 02-08-2018 ::