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THE WHORISH POET

What is GREAT CREATION?
painting or love?
     writing or drawing?
the bleeding organ of
an artist knows.
    it kills before he
is done.  plastioning feelings   
morbid thoughts i found myself
 inside a tangle of trees 
: and worried scholars are hairy
loved brutal:  epitome and swum
across the seas.  I screamed as
a virgin!


WITHIN THE BUSIED DAISIES

within the daisies
within such fantasy
when i feel like
   feeling (like
feeling)  oh feeling
where can tomorrow go
but to now oh now
and i feel ; feeling
how death begins to
smell Love.

:: 07.14.2020 ::

[based upon a few
popular mega-glyphs
in the now (modern)
world’s mask]


PURSE OF QUESTIONS – II

touch, touch, touch
this and that.

kiss, kiss, kiss
our landscape of love.

breath, breath, breath,
the brilliant light of you.

As you are swimming within
my eyes and I am too.

A secret rumor we only know:
We think we love each other.

:: 09-30-2017 ::