I REMEMBER when left was right
day was night every night every day
i fell into what ever i do: the heart
is loaded | focus on
those coming up
From Down | we tear out
their minds _ a little thing we do to Kill
boss in denial
we splatch away
to kill a little thing
to save you
is what we do. Whatever
or GhostMostly you we do
— when it comes back down
we send it up /Never come back
down … creature : how the colors and
sounds like what Alice said_
Creature!
Shoot up! Shoot up! Call 911!
Whether love or hate! Let her take any
other’s place: sometimes I feel me or you |
take all t h is time to relize
i’m tired.
Whatdoyou whatdoyou whatdoyou wish
calm dowm : come down fromt his cloud.
painting? Okay.
now.
:: 10.16.2022 ::
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WATCHING the animal within her cage;
eyes of ibex and look too closely
into an eye –> it is the sound of the class
you are / e v e r y t h i n g is where
it belongs\ all inside
and all — right where it
belongs as if everything
around you aren’t quite as
it seems )( negative reflections
: a l l you wish to be | but if you
could look right through Christ —
would you find yourself afraid?
to see as Narcissus staring and
hiding within a tree — so everything
around you are not quite as it seems
and the world you used to know
was an elaborate dream.
hey! wait! i have a new complaint
dressed myself within angel’s hair
and baby breath /broke your hymen with
-in prose-purple noose.
:: 07.15.2020 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 