[Apollo’s mother has hidden beauty]
Leto my Leto!
Artemis saw your hidden modesty
and forged fire and lightning within
the womb of Worlds
came Apollo Oh! Apollo!
:: 12.21.2021 ::
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MEDIOLATERAL ART
FAKE episiotomy
like the shape
of my heart
Mediolateral art
says the ghost of a baby
enjoys floating within
red and pink balloons
all without affection
my perfect mouth…
Hell how they enjoy
reading screen texts
and lying about soy milk
uh, huh huh
like so deary
being made
media illiterate
:: 12.21.2021 ::
DEEP LOVE ALHAMBRA
My sweetest thought
dearly how my passion
moves this world
furrowed wind-blew
within me SUN ATE
kind days Love says
blood, flesh and dreams
all while today
alone i sit smiling
in deepest Love
Alhambra.
:: 12.20.2021 ::
BAWD
OH! THAT DUMB sigh
penetrated and deflated
— rye
/ about tall tale
died beneath the bridge
near the moor \
took his britches
and swore: the best
hoerewaardinnen!
:: 12.19.2021 ::
TOME (dangerous friends inside one’s head)
ATE a memory of all my life & despised my refrain: how soil and seed brings life or death
your back turned (i feel blessed) deciding style and finance
were your gods so eat what you sow & throw away wheat & golden strands of souls
If inside mysterious feelings
you feel stupid and contagious
it’s best to feel a little sick
and always will do oh do
until End / hello \ hell no |
Inside light sounds dangerous voices and touches vicious
:a baby a fetus –| we tend to forget what makes us smile inside
our horrored MINDS. Hell oh hell oh hello WAS a mysterious tasting of
stupid feelings worth the pain?
worse or worst is all a gift even though Life must be better
before it all Ends.
:: 12.17.2021 ::
I N F L A T I O N
I N F L A T I O N
(pisses me off)
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
LEAVING this smallest of a smaller town into mystic side of living
/came KING KONG hanging upon a ledge in upper Manhattan\ ____broken wheels
/>\ tumble ::…>
THE smell of evil is a job done well if everyone sides |||| for six dollars
you can get almost two gallons of gasoline. i fucking cry.
I want to kiss and nearly have forgotten the last time
to bow down and cry
is fundamentally fucking human darling.
:: 12.17.2021 ::
ANOTHER DAY OF HOURS
LAST night another day of hours
so full of moments so full of holes
watched a bumble bee so quietly bow
tasted afterburn of Life
was i scared so i was
it was so loud
THEN there are those who group
into a stare while my feet leave
the dangerous floor
was i scared so i was
wasn’t i so proud?
Lord i prayed: find my soul
beneath the online newspapers
& follow the voice of my dreams
pixelated within a scream
so now how well do you know
how it feels to have four thousand
holes within your tender Soul?
was i scared so i was
the best of me is the best of words
always so bold.
:: 12.17.2021 ::
TODAY I HEARD YOUR MESSAGE
(I’m rolling ___falling inside myself
so help my never asking what is true)
i won’t answer you my precious heart
if a thousand years hurt you
i can make some wine without grapes
…i was standing there \waiting for
you/
HOW LONG?
HOW LONG?
AND SOME say the time it takes a sea
to turn dark it never the point ____
HOW LONG OH HOW LONG UNTIL THE POINT
OF NO RETURN? See your brother —
he says he needs you — your mother says
she loves you and how far how far TOO
the Point of No Return?
Today inside Bermuda depth i saw the truth
and all the Sun, Mother, and YOU — your
brothers showing how far to the point of
no Return.
we rose inside deepest depths soaring
ever higher/my heart flew too high\&
though i ate time/depleted illusion\
i flew too high and still i am the mad
man____carry on wayward Souls of Poetry |
we are the wise men and shouldered in
magic potion i say: Carry ON Away
Sons and Daughters of Words.
:: 12.07.2021 ::
RAPE ME UNTIL I AM DEAD
AND if you cleanse yourself
RAIN me
rain me again
\
O my dreams.
Take me home.
Take me home.
My dream take me home. THIS DAY opened its flower-mouth smell the daisy and the roses
saw the blue skies touched her lips and found God behind a rock my feet deep
inside the sand 00 we take the kids to Walmart and Walgreens inside a blue mood.
So i turned yea i turned from the boy i knew
/ I am miserably prolific /mean butterfly eating my insides\
my writings less agreeable than my dreams: no fun ||| ate
mud [check] ate my own heart [check] stood up when i
should have stood down [check]
wept and cried [x]
danced and went hysterically comical but carried the dead
child which was once me inside as the crowd laughed.
\
And for ENCORE? Doing it all over would be pure
poetic MADNESS! /
:: 12.07.2021 ::
BEAUTIFUL MORNING
BEAUTIFUL morning
you have broken
as here too, me —
a first bird singing
and praising from yesterday’s
world Sweet fallen pollen
of praising for this
fresh morning of a first
World.
Sweet new fawls
as from new grass
welcomed completely
in love precious
loving — mine is the
sunlight ; born of
that One from Light
praising relation
of God’s Creation of
a New Day.
As the sun has broken
new Morning.
:: 12.04.2021 ::
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