IF i am fearful
it flutters
upon autumn’s
best Apirl

anway and
it means more
to the sweet &
aged soul of
sweet benevolent
wishes evporating
within shape waxed-
mind of deepest love
by dear somehow the
gloomLove of missing
YOU myDEAR by you
thos cook by sun
the angry Americans
particularly the truest
ones who saw the blood
that which we now are
the byproduct of THEM.
Grand and Royal.
Which God keeps
secretly//
AMERICA.

:: 09192015 ::

FULL OF BROKEN THOUGHTS

THERE is a tear-soul in the moon so blue               tonight i opened my heart and mouth

and said,              “I am what i become and i hurt everyone who helped
love to build my wall of hurt in my empty asking.”

i tried to kill it blinded by silence
so i stand in the dumb darkness and focus and the song i hear is not the needle

that tears a hole but the sound of the blue jay
who is my sweetest friend while everyone goes away
And nature is my own and

my tears so bold

speaks to my hurt and Love pounds so solidly
and Life is hurt                   and if I could

ever say how much
i wish i could have ever found a way…

:: 09192015 ::

WITHIN the million years of
my need-Empire
A charm of smile and spilled
voice of emotion_children
speak//I know they want
me dead\\ The jester put
the belt across my neck
and empty daisies played
yet not too far to come
and called, ‘i swallow
and cry watching the
moon tonight giving all
my love to you..’
And whose beating heart
belongs to whom? And
to live that stoop as
a duke would do //and i
am so empty without you
i share my secrets with
life \\and upon this storm
the rainbow rose DEPARTED
to casualty and judgment
and this is the last day
for SOULS ON EARTH.

:: 09192015 ::

i gave myself to despair
and paid it in tears
i cried rivers of dreams
that left me too
over there,
somewhere there
too, where i left me
by that roaring river
and my soul that which
(wishing i’d never)
regretting fully
but still have
my beating heart
with despair
and a few tears
still left within
my wishful life
giving me to “it”
called life.

:: 09182015 ::

Come gaze with me (you)
upon the forever childhood
“thous must!” say adults
his father’s joy,
unto whom pissings whisper low
“i am okay in superman’s
pants best i wished to be
in Misses Cleaver’s heart”
— little clay man who walks
stiff legged I HATE to be that way!
i am two feet walking within the
fields of so many dead hearts
i am underneath a leaf
within a breath eating grass
and you may (I wonder) why
wondering I’ve come so close?
“Yes, it’s someway how you
placed a slender finger into
my mouth and we’ve become so
close” And you say, ‘something
something in the way i like your
poetry, and you’re okay, and
you may not be great but you’re
so very different.’
AND i keep on saying to me:
i’m so safe in my ways i’m so
safe keeping everyone away

:: 09182015 ::

i felt so inside my head today
while dying inside
my ugly body a look of love\
so i’m so friendly
i have pretty heels
and tattoo’s of GOD (haha yeah)
upon my clean skin
it’s okay i booked jesus to care inside
my days SO I FOUND GOD YEAH! i love
me and all the smiles
— pretty vagrant man in a ditch singing
how horny he is for love yeah! yeah! yeah!
and I stole the red light near the county jail
and made every thought religious for thick-thought
walls of my ugly heart
and God gave me everyday to light my candles
yeah! yeah! oh fuck yeah! And a dog without a home
looked at me and I’m so lonely so gave him my heart
Sir, I’m so excited Mister Jesus we’re okay
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah – like it/miss you/
love you/killed me many times
/where is your father?
yeah, me too//a tune of anymore i fought
loving you…god knows but is so busy feeding a dog

:: 09182015 ::