I cannot speak
my little mouth
drowned for everyone
today before sunrise
I wrote her eulogy for
the dead yester-night
I killed the darkness
It rests inside my mind
a tombstone of brilliance
engraved the words I fear:
‘The morrow comes…
and it’s ensuing night’
:: 07-04-2014 ::
I drank the vine of life and so many drowned // a dirt-death dry mouth
And I coughed a scarab // your dessert dune crest cut the flesh of cherubs ///I sat upon the ancient point //Giza tickled my anal soul
And Noah saved the pure while the freaks drowned //I guess we better call the UN they love humanity
and all it’s diseases & fags
I swear I sweat Susie q’s
I guess I am stupid too
Hollywood harbors ghosts
and Mississippi mud cakes
taste so good
in Antebellum homes
I’m a savior in flat eyes
I call angel lust
a hanging or electric death
gravity pulls the soul out
a top pop view for souls
Dead tongues stick out
and bladders wet release
when the ghost leaves home
:: 07-02-2014 ::
A B C D E F G …
Ahh be see dee eh If gee
And I say!
I’ll be see dee if gee…
[wait a minute…]
Oh damn…
I’ll be seeing Dee if she wants me!
:: z06-26-2014 ::
I cannot become but only be
that which is born inside of me
if one should ask that more I be
I politely say I am what I can only-me
a poor character acting human-be
to be the best inside of me
:: 06-22-2014 ::
A dead rose you say?
No such thing!
Perhaps the promise
died —
the rose remains
:: 05-16-2014 ::
Plastic clouds sherbet skies
meeting place of the stones
you were too hard today
the way you sat there —
so I took a walk across the mind
silly thoughts and memories.
A slither pinned in medulla
a pinstriped boy pulled her.
The ocean drowned the Earth
as we watched the little ones
running for the backstage
forgetting all their lines.
I guess the beltway fades
as all the cockroaches die
We are the mind, only one
a mind to mend upon the sky
:: 05-16-2014 ::
I died For you
I lied when I said
I died for you
and loved you
instead of death
I lied for that love
and cried for you
that when I died
when I could not
lay with you
so I died and died
and lied
when I said
I died. For you
men are little boys
wishing for mother
:: 06-18-2014 ::
l. O VE
horror L I. Fe
bl. Eed. Ing. Lips
I. E. At You
that. Animal
pulsing. Bleeding
orchid. Bloom
the Beast taste
My man lips
and teeth devour
you —– bliss kiss
:: 06-19-2014 ::
I did it! I stole the light
That child I am — so
[lay] I did for me
and myself cried
did you feel the river?
I fed it my 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
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