the bumble bee —
mid-air freeze
and hummingbird,
tacked into the sky
my walk, molasses-like
and air thick, too cool
i’ve stepped between
the seconds of time
into a place outside
of mind
that low moaning
a groaning slowness
of arrested world
a snap of my finger
the world, again flows
:: 04-22-2014 ::
and when honey dew
simply
drips away
that crack from fear
too small
to see
but hate and anger
fought that stage —
I am left
with sad
speckled nest-less
eggs
in tender hands
If a plant, from tears
they would grow
but now, wingless
lovely eggs to bed
I bury you in dreams
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Twenty-first century angst beating at the door
and I say who are you, we are me and all together
sliding thumbs across glass of social media device
and we sing a song across ages unknown to lost souls
which way do we go across crossroads in the fog
waiting for the van to come straight jacket-man
take me and you and we and together reality-SEE
oh the tears fall from marshmallow skies-pink
Who said the Pisces fish jumped out of the water
two thousand years it breathed wet air for all
Jesus rode a fin across the water catching men
but now the fish has a dry dirt to learn-walk
Astrological-mumble-jumble jambalaya dish
spice live-give worm-sign spice lives for all
scientific-spiritual hula-loop gyrating groove
Better learn to walk than drown six feet deep
mother universe hold us up just a bit now
grace is good and love is the cream on top
:: 03-11-2014 ::
IT is not the chosen:
those words of symbolic
perturbations dwelling
deeply within the folds
of your animal minds
but the evocation
of emotional spirit
that compels the tear
or reaction of the sublime
:: 02-24-2014 ::
I plant my wish
within the soil
of my dreams
and dream I do
of golden light
to fall upon
the seed to grow
within the morrow
upon my wake
the wish-to-dream
becomes the truth
for all to know
:: 02-23-2014 ::
(c) ep robles 2012
i caught myself
dreaming myself
streaming lines
disjointed fairy tales
a seam i tripped
and pulled it back
and saw my self
dreaming life
:: 02-13-2014 ::
i had a date
once a while ago
and we drank
and smoked
and ran the talk
in the end
she said
you’re f*cking crazy
so we left
and the road
sucked us up
and I fled
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V
below the dirt
and found a gem
a crystal skull
full of hope
:: 02-06-2014 ::
WHEN in sleep and I dream
sometimes little things
from the land-of-here
fall through the sleep
into over-there
Such no wonder then
that when I dream
the same reversal
happens here —
explains the reason
for the monster
in my closet…
:: 01-31-2014 ::
HUMANS think the house
— the only haunt
As though the wood
conjures the Spirits
of other-worlds
But the mind has rooms
which lurks some evil
a cave of skull
— the dark anteroom
sometimes possessed…
Our stupidity in all
that life contains
Barely a morsel
a nibble at best
Hungry for life we be
Escape from there
to here we run
so busy are we, finishing
So leisurely
we wish it be!
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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