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SWAMP song in throat
moss hair girl ghost
eating pain and cancer
gumbo, jambalaya, etouffee,
how i left my skin behind
upon Bourbon Street
where sin sticks neon signs
eating La Boulangerie
and King Cake.
Beignets.
Walking dizzy i found catfish
bones and cajun ghosts inside
my left foot’s shoe.
Found a house with a party —
danced with Delphine LaLauire.
She told me about her loves /
how she killed them \
slaves of her household.
She never knew what I was —
the werewolf of the South.
How her veins teased me.
Now I am happy. Because I
have friends and choose bottles
of plastic fluid. I light my
candles at my desk and think
how dead she is. Buried.
:: 06.19.2022 :
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As the wave erupts and floods you in your sleep.
Imperceptibly you slide towards the madness of dreams.
You feel the sticky dampness of a nightmare.
Your dilated eyes as magnet tar pit traps drowning in white ocean.
The wave of sleep reaches up to hug you gently,
holding your limbs. Taut, anchored to the bed.
your brain without moorings off your paralyzed tongue ~~
the waves finally drowning you in the coolness of dreams
beyond all fathoms.
:: 06.19.2022 ::
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I tell. I reach. You can try to give me peace. I am in deep mud. Hypnotized.
Inside. A reaching called trying. I’m in love with poetry so wonderful
each word brings me to my knees.
It’s a miracle of hysteria — I don’t need love so I believe when Love opens
wide —– from leaving me; i want to know tonight if you can stop this feeling
oh this fire — a spiritual healing of loving in mysterious feelings.
Oh babe.
Hysteria.
When you’re near.
i’m in love! Each word takes me to my knees. I’ve got to know tonight if these feelings
are mysterious hysteria — so magical and mysterious i start to put hand on pen and
write. Words.
Like my dreams — of her. When you’re near. Strawberry ice cream yeah — you can hide,
a one-way street. I hold and open wide ; take me in my head / leaving \ so stop
this fire of a magical mysterious feeling (it’s a miracle seeing you in my dreams)
Can you understand believing (i see you) hysteria when you’re near.
I lean into you – you hide. Oh! You’re alone tonight and can we stop this feeling of Poetry?
So magical and mysterious.
Wo we beat on, writing words against the current of life, bearing against
past life.
:: 06.15.2022 ::
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SHE was white and pale working cooking, cleaning, looking after
children and spinning.
Producing large quantities of thread from wool and falx to weave into
clothing — bedding bags, sails and other items.
With a distaff tucked in your belt, it was easy to pause your spinning while
performing another chore like stopping spinning just long enough to feed
chicks and an enormous hen.
He met her in a meadow and fell in love with her. She, her glory was much more.
Love then controlled by reason in the 1500s but the rise poetry of Coutry Love became
a highly spiritual desire by the God of Amor.
How love you were. With golden wheat hair and thin fingers and a brilliant mind.
:: 06.15.2022 ::
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LOSING myself within a cupboard
a universe so far away
Our kind so small and lit
within our Souls is our kind
I found the physics of it
to find humans.
Oh. How a bridge is so kind
saw a human eating marshmallow
pies — i pulled back my
machine to report.
And I see how we’re dying.
These ‘humans’ are tearing
down the ‘kitchen’ called
renovation. Destroying
trillions of our kind.
:: 06.10.2022 ::
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IN my eyes i see nothing
comes the ghosts of life
The sun comes burning
Secret elders of seven
look down and judge me
Upon a stone of iron
i struck with my heart
my hand on the sword
my love within my heart
a traveler of sweet words
All to be revealed.
To build a tower to skies
strong we were making life
and another Voice spoke
saying, “ooh. What they
can do if we allow them.”
And the Spirit of Love
touched each heart of
our men — we confused
speaking different
and the sun lost our eyes
As i screamed i said
oooooooh oooooooh
father you confused us.
Lost in creativity and
in insanity by the river
of autumn leaves ~~~~
so the four winds of
fear came and brought me
into the celestial sphere.
:: 06.09.2022 ::
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Ocean waves speak to me after a long travel
submersed fish kissing me when you’re hungry
Atlantic clouds rain ships have set a course
toward my shores and your thoughtless words
have broken my bow breaking my heart
A hidden philosophy freezing my soul out in this Ocean
and these games are tearing me apart / coast guard
brave team who try to save this soul ~~ but the ocean
knows our sails and ropes
So to pray is to nature or God or to another One
but when it comes who will save your Soul.
:: 06.09.2022 ::
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i slip through dreams
— one foot inside here
another there | wondrous
sights and loving moments
while i dream | i whisper
“tis only a dream.”
Wondering where i am:there
. upon my fears and wishes
and lust and forgiveness.
is where i dream there.
Or maybe here. or both.
I dream. slipping through
life — both feet within
wishes and hopes.
Is where i dream.
:: 06.08.2022 ::
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BEING small is not a large master
the fuge of ugly plucks strings
and dower lips with spit sing
My desert of flat thoughts
and dry springs wept while
creating dust devils of love
Never practicing to lose father
nor mother as they died before
I could ever love them
–I smelled a red rose next to
the Middlemist Red. As my own
heart we bled. Sunrises and
–dreamed.
:: 06.08.2022 ::
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i Hear no where that i have been
i see everything i have felt
that which encloses me because
they are all too near.
Clear and silenced.
i have traveled further than
all human experience but
your gentle gesture i cannot
touch as your love is too close
that i have closed myself as
a convicted Soul — that i cannot
touch because too near // that
i have closed myself your breath
skilllfully and mysteriously opens
as petals. Mysteriously and suddenly
opens me everywhere — that which
no other humans can preceive in
fragility. Across Earth’s countries
rendering Love.
i speak of only what I understand within
me that is deeper than all Voices (no body)
not even the rain. Your hands touching
my heart.
:: ~ ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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