Your femur tickles me
in your grave |
my tongue trips me
the Moon ate a piece
of your future generation |
and at times in the future
it Ate ME.
~~~electricity never dies
(my BEautiful shiny Mind /
she haunts me in the coral reefs
of forgotten loves from the past
: just stand up and live your life.
:: 01.27.2023 :
walk … pretend upon egg shells
life
and all the pain
lives within
a celluloid strip of moving pictures
across the space of a point in time
it’s the tremolo
score of life
like shoes that fit within your soul
it’s all of you
so you ride the back Of a bumble bee
it tickles your thighs but the buzzing soothes
the soul within you and painted lips
collect gossamer threads you hold your breath
dreaming of a love that died within you
it’s all the same life-life, merry-go-round
:: 02-15-2015 ::
spit-kiss, my cheek rose
wish-miss my forever
my dying-sleep saliva
loving chloroform mask
rolling longingly hugging
the dead husk of what-was
my skin more wrinkles
than the sheets of white
the waves are calling
Neptune for my safety
the alien at the sea
adrift in humanity!
:: 10-04-2014 ::
The solution:
create a manufacturing robot.
Have that one robot create
25 generations of robots.
The 26th will be free of all
touches of humanity then magic
happens.
:: 01.22.2023 ::
Tonight it’s wet with tears
how funny they could be from
laughter.
How i wish i was a spoon
so smooth and clean for
the heart’s mouth
oh shut up telescope!
we have a smarter One
so small it’s getting stronger.
. pulling back. /Whatever
you’re looking for it’s not
around here\ The dirt jumped up
and danced singing, “he’s not
around here anymore.”
Said the Id, “I wonder which way
to go?”
Said Ego: I dear, wish I hadn’t
cried so much
I won’t feel you anymore ; time has
moved forward and you’ve reversed.
Fair. Now let’s save your civilization.
of whatwere and have been never-been.
:: 01.18.2023 ::
DO NOT VACCINATED AGAINST THE EARTH
it is the brightest of nights; the exceptional expectation
which fate has granted the every-NOTHING. paradoxically enough
if one believes in Life; kissing phenomena believing
science when flasks and atom smashers dance together
and flesh/blood kill each other
the more paradoxical enough today my lips bled when
i spoke just a word,
“oh!”
and a new element born!
Do not vaccinate against the Earth.
:: 07-08-2015 ::
::
deep Blue Skies you were living hell
living your ghost living in a place
where we lost All Things
and whatever you say is alright
_______silence is never Heaven
silence is dead. Deconstructing
waves and turning off the cables
of energy _____is always good and
right: SILENCE is never the Way
so let’s talk about it /Heaven is
on the way ; Heaven is One it’s Way:
a stranger in this Town
is waiting too
nature has spoken — a first bird
braced for morning fresh from another
world, dear…sweet new feelings from
the dew formed upon that first branch
of life and uniqueness /we’re the same
one\ Mine is the One whose heart beats
bringing up God’s Creation across believers
and children who like the first morning
shout in praise for light and for mornings
so fresh for the World.
:: 01.17.2023 ::
t
w
i
s t
i
n g
i n
v a d i n g
hearts and
M i n d s
f o r taking
and what spirit
says about society?
the world is a word
called: MANKIND.
is love and everything.
:: 0.17.2023 ::
Come on over Have a drink
or smoke or Hors D’oeuvres
whatever you wish but never just
for me : what more right i have
to write deep apologies but
gold leaf upon your lip
leaps the sheer deep blue skies
and Gold threads snap
within her precious heart
of giddy whirls and sweeps of
fancy she screamed ‘i have a puppet
string to your heart’ Breathless,
Relestless,
golden leaves twirl
spiral, circle and concave.
i was never easily amused even when
nature turns and tosses blame –>i’m
joking in imaginations of love and life
and that SUN! Mary! Harry! Jesus!
my head glows golden within the gutters;
fair flares of love burning everywhere
is all we love and are oh what we are.
:: 01.15.2023 ::
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