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!
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THE WHORISH POET
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 ::