Tag Archives: #poetry

SYNTAX FREEDOM

I DON’T follow rules. It keeps the “format police” away, mostly.
But at times, I have to kick them in academic teeth.

I rode upon the highway — heat, dry-sweat today
Glided through a red light all the way to your
empty uterus parking spot. The organ grinder and
his spotted monkey entertained me while
I sat in a cadmium-baked car = oh Majora, my minora sweets
melting in a box next to me.

My lover we shall spend nights in La Rioja
and taste the best wines and dine upon feasts
in romantic bodegas so we shall stroll
the day upon the land at Casa Rural —
I hear her vineyards
are a magic potion
for heavy hearts!

I hope we miss
the Renfe and Alsa
that we may walk
across the treasure
of Rioja’s Region
and fall in love
while stranded within
a small town as the
last bus leaves
beneath a Spaniard night

These are the memories
I wish in La Rioja

:: 08-15-2014 ::


SOMEDAY IS MOURNING

SOMEDAY is morning someday nights
someway is east someways south
found a lotus inside my mouth
broke the petal ate the sun
found myself inside my head
hey yea.
how i never hated fake smile
but the lies behind the lips
Jesus spoke people listened
then strapped him to a post
lost, disappointed, hesitant
and weak so we’re all freaks
swimming in a muddy pond,
beautiful and strong.
But so weak.

:: 10.31.2021 ::


THROW IT ALL AWAY

You can have everything
once you throw it all away
you can bring flowers
to your funeral if you never die
(like fruit cake)

Miss the train to everywhere
to travel the whole world
separate heaven and earth
to enjoy them both

You can bridge the gaps
to close the veil between
the worlds to cross over
and to meet your confessor
before you meet your doctor.

So stay fascinated with ideas
of love if you’ve never experienced
it truly — and lick the moon,
taste the air and rise to eat the sun.

:: 10.31.2021 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXVI

NATURE states what natural beings
do -=-

that season of pause

between sunrise sunsets, & lastly come?

the tending of maturity’s
sun

:a role berates the youthfulness

of life, then takes a toll

and overworked/ i know i know\

not of spirit but body!

My dying soul.

:: 04-04-2014 ::


BABY COO

Sometimes uh
sometimes love
melts inside love
and how love came down
to touch deeply
for many forget safety

Oh weep.

Please don’t kiss me so sweetly dear
oh do not touch or embrace my shadow
cause i’ll make you cry centuries
while flowers sprout these tears
feed dirt inside your soul
_______<+>
Baby oh baby coo’ing
and when you look inside eyes
your hurt is inside tender hands
not my arms — how i cannot understand
as a pure artist i see colors and hear
songs by clouds and weeping winds
— all within my heart: lies the
snake called Robert//hiss\\ i hear
you squeal again lovely one.
No disgrace no ageless stinch only
how we scream again — BABY COO
COME AGAIN and be my friend as sometimes
in my skin i pray how no one knows
; how space and time are just thought
bending memories://|| release come
oh won’t you come: release your dreams.

:: 10.29.2021 ::


LOVE & ART

Love is more than art

it is The sensation.

A feeling of being,

where even when we

all can cry!


THE TOWERS

The towers by the falls those leaning stalks
gleaming crystal objects are devoured by the calls
whose blinking balking meanings melting neglect
What that stands tall remains forever —
nothing…

Oh! No thing at all!
::eprobles::


A SMALL ROCK CALLED EARTH

A piece of the sky  _
          ate my heart
in silence oh no mother    yes, everynight.
i was always born left of wrong and further into
this ever-night of howling moon.  No matter what i do___
and the river loaded with questions and babbling brooks
speak, “if you’re dead too love me too.”
I’m going up and going down and screaming love for life
and tearing at my brains — oh, my memories kill.
How my body died before i was born __ how my wings melted
falling down toward Earth and wondering why oh why
did i ever fall here upon the small rock called Earth?
Oh.  Yes, a piece of the sky ate my heart in silence.

:: 10.29.2021 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXX

I did it! I stole the light!

That child I am — so [lay] I did for me
and myself cried /numeric Queen:
did you feel the river? I fed it happy tears
and my child-me ran we did! Upon the fields
of our-my dreams and life smelled
like laundry clothed wind-swept dried souls
hopes lopped hypnotized butterflies
_______but i would have never walked upon
the deep dark rivers_____unless in this morning
you held my cold hands: someone saved my life
: i lay low and that child i am – so laid my
head inside (roped and tied) in space-time sweet
freedom butterflies \\\flew away////

into the here and what is now?

:: – ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – LIII

I feared a thing untold & unseen
that thing I feared within my mind
a thing too!

Split by half in such unknowns
I strove to know!

Unraveled too which spilled upon the floor!

Imperfect thoughts rolled
from higher ground to low!

Then reality’s curtain fell; my needle tried
to stitch the past when love was good!

But life ran beyond the needle and instead
stitched time within my soul!