WE never know how we lived
until the curtains
come down around our knees
until the crowd says
i was good/i was bad
one dignity that delays
for all an appreciation
for having given our all
:: 09-13-2015 ::
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IF YOU LET ANYONE SEE YOU
German Chocolate Cake
THIS season of binded tongue unleashed like purple violet
leafs dancing in my incarcerated soul She slept beneath a wish
called deep root me an autumn smell tourniquet binding me
when i was small an old woman died called grandmother and
like all living things do: they ate for reaffirmation
of life, so now i love German Chocolate Cake
a layered and deliciously tasty cake by Sam German but now
with a trace of formaldehyde thank you grandma, haha,
you’ve preserved this memory so sweetly and I’m very indebted
to that culinary after-life taste called d.e.a.t.h.
:: 09-13-2015 ::
S O L D O U T WHORE
THERE is a word that publishers
prefer, called
:::::::::::::::
S O L D O U T:::::::::::::
like a flower that bees prefer
and prostitutes of words
call CASH-IN like a white guy
named MICHAEL who couldn’t get
his poem published changed his
skin changed his soul and a name:
–> YI-FEN CHOU <—
makes me sick
literal whore
literary star
so sue me like all the waves
of a blue ocean i live within
and BEST AMERICAN POETRY
can go suck my cock
(hehe) better if with ink
like a false witness //lost
my patience for writers so cheap
they feed their egos with fire
and ashes of babies called poems
go fuck yourself
:: 09-13-2015 ::
YELLOW SUN
mumble-fumble sidewalk stroll
watch the lights turn red
i’m so dead says a friend i once knew
a blue beetle on broken glass
so blue so me so sharp
all the rest of me
so don’t hurry,arrest your steps
in memories of a yellow sun
my life like rails on a track
derailed by stop-n-go filling
tanks of forgotten vacations
a little boy licks a lollipop
looks like gold and smells nice
(i once knew) don’t look down
there’s no shoes just a beard
and needle tracks
so mumble-fumble sidewalk life
a heart more calloused than my feet
but the sun keeps them warm upon
the asphalt toward hell
:: 09-13-2015 ::
SILVER LATCH
i fastened a silver latch onto my decorated casket
gently taking the last flower-scented breath
Resting my fear within my wicker head-basket
Baby dreams– won’t just yet
say forget my baby breath
My heart, with trembling care swings open the
awful door to hell, oh! It’s all within my head
all within my ears, this flower-scented breath
A soul so like a shopping basket buying things to
fill a void of ‘forever’ so gently moving finger
off a six foot deep hotel
i dug myself out like a thief
i run toward the turned backs
of all those i loved
…the heart without a soul
the mark of rough life
with a silver latch held
in my hand and a terrible tempest
mashing all the air!
:: 09-13-2015 ::
CHILD TO CHILD
\mumble whisper telling me
how vacant is life’s lot
and i scribbled me how
i loved purple and words
and weekend love
it’s something like me
to be most loved in
an underworld sinks
how i feel (brilliant)anchor
world of sea salt-eyes
lost at sea it’s the
empty laugh and ghost
skin something how
no one loves me
but i love you mom
you gave me life at
sixteen and i became
the tears of your life
— semen and soldiers
brave war lovers and
dead souls too
i am dead too.
saying how much i love
you yeah. my head is
exploding thoughts!
:: 0911-2015 ::
BIOLOGICAL LIFE IS TOOTH PASTE
MY noodle worm thinking thing!
how i love you in this vast
ugly smile that sun burns
who i perfected
perfect breasts
telling me my face
is a farmland growing
the youth of my heart
telling you
saying me: the softest
killing moon rises again
taking me through the
window of my masturbation
nights — cultured nights
with extended biological
laugh: we excrete hahaha
like life wet dreams
smelling human –taste
paste tooth grin! 🙂
:: 09-11-2015 ::
REFUGEE OF LOVE (WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU)
EATING my reasons i taste how speed kills me
a reminder of how sheep bleep gotta feel how
my skin feels so outta my ‘self’ — empty lips
killing me in all ocular reason so far
from home to find me to find myself i am
refugee of love (I CAN’T HELP MYSELF)
oh how we die (flat black dress in perfect gray)
no, how we lie and speed kills
coming down a mountain and the Jesus who never
touches ground a clean toe //woke up
inside myself and in God/gold how i feel your
lips and the world flocks to a tomb of resurrection
and i found myself/stone believing
i’m a silent refugee of painful roses
loving you so outta of my reach and how i love
the one so outta of my reach….eating my reasons
i taste how speed kills me a reminder
of how sheep bleep
–outside of refugee soul machine so warm
making faces so different like these playful
words and a poet is a shadow that we never let
through to the stage of strange life! a word,
or many like a chemical between us and we love
the ground and here it comes…the tongue of
mind and our brothers and sisters seem so
invincible! A world within my heart and mind!
to be perfect just like you
:: 091112015 ::
TO BELIEVE LOVING YOU
i was born together
with you today
feeling like feather
warble-thing YOU
to be here for you
is all i do
to believe loving you
it’ll be all there
when dreams come true
you shall be together
even in silence
a memory of God.
To be loving, you.
you’ll open heart
when my dreams come true
and rather i say be a
moving sea between the
shore of love within
our souls – share bread
but eat not from that
same loaf; to be happy
so joyous but let us
please, please, listen to me
it’s taken so long –longing
for you…but let each of
you be alone give to me
each other’s keeping loving
quivering with the same music
and stand together but not too near
together: I’M Not just the same
so full of love i could burst
upon the eye of heavy tears
:: 09-11-2015 ::
DIRT-CHILD WITH DEAD EYES
the LANDS where i smiled gave me
eaten bites of smiling mouth
I said “say, i’m the ghost
of riding spirits”
oh Lord, give me water
for i see thousands of sand-miles
but this horse with a grand heart
moves forth //across dry dreaming
deaths beyond now it is the 11th
of November if I’d been born in it
but I tell the gods I weren’t there
i found a string in this desert
and pulled it toward my heart
then had a true vision of happiness
but it was to wait for the war
(then mystery of what i am saying)
ee cummings too //?? maybe o’hara!
i am appearing yes, by my criminal record ~~
\if you make me right i say i must fight
to survive:: where boots are depleted smile
and soldiers are waves across an ocean
of ‘when we were the Great Nation”
tis the end of ‘lost the way’
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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