Love is delicious, the door ajar.
Life — a fame belonged to me.
The anterior life of personal
ecstatic experience. Mine.
:: 11.15.2021 ::
Tag Archives: #poetry
LOVE LEAVES NO TIME FOR ANYTHING ELSE
BEASTS INSIDE A CLOSET ROOM
NOW SLEEPING as time tik-toks by
my — shoulder hurts like bleeding eyes
upon my Idol of Christ so my face is numb
so here we go /crock cooking human spine:
my senses go into delirium and now i go
My vacation is a skull inside a dry mouth
oh now //we go so we sing alone
\i try Mouth> dryfully is anyone else
entirely (sexy sings more suddendy than)
whose tiniest delirium smiles? may Be gigger
big than scope __>figgers: face so numb
inside my room. Hidden him in a closet
closed in my shroom. A of point of delirium.
What, ? that beast i heard screaming
in the night. A woman or fox weeping
in her heat?
:: 11.11.2021 ::
VULGARITY
VULGARITY
VULGARITY is a season
the in the salad of life
— sprinkled with croutons
and sweet apologies.
:: 08-17-2014 ::
THEY HATED ME FOR MY VISIONS
MASH the mind. Screw the head. Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money. (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store. I loved her.
In a war torn land. She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.
:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story. she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul. Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!
This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).
:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind. Screw the head. Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money. (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store. I loved her.
In a war torn land. She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.
:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story. she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul. Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!
This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).
:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind. Screw the head. Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money. (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store. I loved her.
In a war torn land. She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.
:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story. she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul. Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!
This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).
:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind. Screw the head. Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money. (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store. I loved her.
In a war torn land. She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.
:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story. she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul. Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!
This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).
:: 11.05.2021 ::
MY FATHER
I walk like a man and think as a poet
but feel like as God.
My Father always talks and I take his best words
and sew a pattern of poetry forgetting all he said:
only my own lonely voice as blue arctic ice.
The rest: burden of life.
:: 08-16-2014 ::
HUNGRY MOUTHS
I walked inside and touched an eye so glazed — a heart
in a shoe and a foot deranged!
Surprised and a soul screamed,
“it’s so very strange — today!”
An organ grinder fed me lies & bought by nickels and dimes
a bed, unmade, seems like messy paradise —
inside my head, its so strange! For a pure poet and everyone
a caricature of texts, feeds, and blues and hungry mouths kiss me
Towering teeth and soft flesh and A shoe that walks along
a cobblestone street inside an eye so glazed — a heart
in a shoe and a foot deranged!
And hungry mouths kissing me
within the deep future of something called Time!
:: 08-17-2014 ::
WE ARE SO FUCKED
(In Heaven a 911 operator’s experience)
“HEAVEN is heavy with lost souls today but can I help you?”
SOUL: Yes, seems I have no reason to live.
Okay. Arise beyond this illusion okay?
SOUL: “what?”
This is God’s voice (by proxy) speaking.
Just don’t do anything stupid that could um,
cause you irreparable harm. Like death. We’re
logged back hard on deaths at this moment. But.
hey, what can I do for you?
SOUL: I am sick with like , fuck. All wise men I have read
and like a ship upon the ocean I heard the voices
say there can only be peace with the One.”
Well, that is bullshit. You sound bifurcated. Just stay alive.
We um (what? I’m on the goddammit line now) sorry. Just
don’t do anything that can kill you now. We’ll
get back to you. Do you have Amazon or Google
or shit, yeah okay (FACEBOOK), SpaceX shares? We can get
you out of this shit if you have the money.
“God? What? What?”
Yeah, we upgraded.
The spiritual world can’t even keep up with the
life forms we created. The entire universe is really
REALLY going crazy. Now.
Can I help you with anything else?
No. (click).
:: 11.05.2021 ::
BEAUTIFUL AND UGLY
the beautiful and the ugly have a kinship
one rejected the other despised
one for revolt the other jealousy
mother come soon
the sun’s surface should burn skin
down to the soul
and I have waited for the melted spirit
her glory soul burning
so I can receive her soul without flesh
just the nectar of life
beauty and acceptance: ugly and perfect essence
mother loves both daughters
And love is skinless and passion kisses life
a human life should know
Just like an angel does____.
MONSTER FEAR
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! /
i gave all my laughs and tears and guts whether sane
or madness creeps inside but bless who you are and for
the song you sing but no more___for all those hearts of everyone
a star burns out and others explode; bless your hearts.
AND the claws of monstrous reality pulls me back into my head.
:: 11.05.2021 ::
I ROCKED TOWARD THE SEASHELL
Flatness__ charged words.
bellowed//out\\wardness
i chashed utterfly
wing : eXPLOSING butter memory
_(ubble Head > — huggly
faceSMEARED tears OF NO
path/ i .AUGH caught
said she/he said shit\
she left: oh no said HE:
the divine i spoke \ i was
that never good| the skin of
my animal … of all these
of all silence and experienced
traveled. How my eyes are fingers
pelted skillfully rolled. Then,
within my heart; to be never without
that fate of a beating drum inside
my chest. A beautiful nature of
round Moon and square Sun sings
as you. Love is that deepest root
of a breathing sky of life/how higher
is glorious wonderous that I carry
this heart.\ I could ponder my poems
professor/ These sharp teeth and carve
eyes as a cat of nine times to die.
How many have tried. Gentlewoman
and ladies.
:: 11.01.2021 ::
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