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abstr’ACT HEART

)sitting outside
a coffe shop(
smelling all the dreams
riding in a greener
(oh me oh you oh we)
i waited for a falling
fl o ating leaf
all the pale smiles
singing pretty tunes
floating clothes
trueBLENDdish!
I have a pornographic
record:EYE and I
cru
bling
EYE wandering
(oh! wondering!)
eye-HOLES out of whe
reful whom )outside
of my mind!  Could you
cha-coo could you
ever love abstract
heartMe!(

you laughed pulling
up your knickers )down(
and the sun licked
a squirrel found
a cha choo choo nut
for a family so hungry
and the coffee shop murmurs
it’s all a java dream-Nut

:: 06-06-2015 ::


SYMPHONY NO 7, 2ND MOVEMENT (Herr Beethoven)

BE still bea-
ting aching
d
y
i
ngLY
wishing dream(ing)
h e A R T
when nowhere lines
the treeline of
life and com-
passion!  Be well
beating fists
upon my mind!
over Ocean’s voice
through seagull’s throat
that mortal path
beneath restless
d r e a m  s
TO WISH is butterfly
wings!  To awaken:
rebirth of Life!

:: 06-09-2015 ::


TWO FINGERS ARE GOOD (but three stretches it)

Today I threw up breakfast and my platypus licked it
a regurgitation of  heartfelt platitudes on the floor!
Today I kissed the toe of a gnarly God who likes
to burn ants with stolen lens
somewhere within my     swamp-born brain
I have almost a clear thought;  like the chimps behind the
clear-glassed walls that angels see through
and I’m ashamed — a diaper upon my head
a shit stain on my heart like all the horrors
on two legs begging more

:: – ::


I, THE MIGHTY CLOUD

Lithely wandered my Soul
a flight untethered by
flesh and fear
wandered I!  Not lonely
but within a cloud
whose grand shadow
covered Mountains!
When Bespectacled —
my eyes!  By hosts
, those golden fields;
daffodils between my
locked beating heart!
All thoughts be
fluttering-twisting
in the breeze!

:: 06-09-2015 ::


YAEBA

Oh so cute I almost cried, “Yaeba!” Snaggle-toothed, I love your eyes
love your teeth all North and South, East and West!
I love you but even more when you smile it melts
the core of my fetish: Yaeba!

An old flame ran down to Ginza district and met a technician
in tears she caused a scene in Dental Salon Plasir  and said,
“Tsuke Yaeba! Like TYB48!”  Got the plaid skirt, giant bows, and young
innocent look  but missing the niche; no snaggled-tooth– look!
No need for Liposuction,botox, tattooed eyebrows, lip-liner, or orange tan
just the need for Yaeba!
And beauty is always within the eye of the beholder!
So Yaeba!  So lovely…So beautiful!

:: 06-10-2015 ::


LOVE: A TENDER TEAR

Simply __ and my HeArt bleeds:
Dearest lost love the purple color
is now my Soul.
A heavy weight I gladly own
all to have known what I should
never have had.
I stuff clovers of four leafs
within my Heart for the Luck to
again meet you — maybe another
life!

:: 06-05-2015 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXV

WHAT fear that burns!
that all the eye can see —
the morning bird upon a tree
such burning truth, that melody!
sweeping morning clear the night
erasing visage of thick-white fog
and the mortal soul
lost within its night…
on a beautiful day
of mourning light!

:: – ::


LET YOUR HEART SHINE

Oohwe oohwe-ya ooh-we ooh-weee
oh-we-ooh weeeee oh-yeah

I wash away all of me
wash away my troubles too
I wash away the dirt of life
oh yeah yeah I heard I was
a human one day
laughed but only
inside // so let illusions
stand but no taller
than all of me
I hear everyone is hateful and all
are kind so sorrowful are humans
the greatest artwork by God
Everyone kind Everyone like me
Everyone like no thing —
we are just the One who smiles

yea yea yea let your heart shine!

:: 05-23-2015 :

THE SMALLEST MOUTH

with the smallest mouth
we say:
“Oh my God!”
we say OMG
say Oh my God!
We say this thing
in life and when
faced with DEATH!

I say, OH MY GOD
when I write
these things
of little bits
of mind and heart
and then OMG!

I have the smallest
M O U T H

:: 05-23-2015 ::


MYSTERIOUS MOMENT

YOUR necklace near
your neck
you are red roses
near my ground
LIKE when I sleep
your skin the fair
SUN I’ve forgotten
like numbers
they are many
symbols of my own
DEATH.  i say,
“to be beautiful
is to be almost
dead.”

:: 05-24-2015 ::