TONIGHT i paint a dream
And anyone
No one i knew
can see it’s frame
the brush i hold
a gentle pulse
within my heart
ignored by love
but not the stroke!
a dream
i have is all my own
the tremor whispering
i walk fallen
dry leaves in fall
a beauty beheld
life like my own!
i fit between
toc (me)
tic (time)
revelations!
:: 12-09-2014 ::
It’s been 14 dreary days since you
took my heart away (thundercloud
dripping sadness, clapping applause)
I saw my face in a shattered mirror
the broken glass Picasso’d me
so I ate a purple-painted brush
threw up on my canvas of life
You — like me, I like you, you not so
simply adviced by Cupid’s broken arrow
So I walk the garden and snappy leaf
of my favorite Venus lie-traps
licked my wounds and bumble B
stinging my dripping painted heart
I couldn’t have met my fate with you
without my garden of shyness and love
so I gave you a clapping hand upon
these past fourteen heavenly days
Forever, forever, forever!
Even though I forgot the contour
of your Mona Lisa lying face
and somebody else already used
the word of a chained heart in hell
but I wish I had more time
opportunity to explain my disgust
:: 11-21-2014 ::
AND time devours us all!
Where are the feet, I ask
that walk upon my shadow?
I see the empty shoes,
silence took a poker card
it’s face a sameness too
And my friend silence
said a big nothing,
asked again I did!
Where are the feet
that own these shoes!
Then silence spoke to me
“the shoes have their path,
the feet too”
:: 11-11-2014 ::
UPON the surface of watery skies
below the waves of forgotten memory
you forgot the smile and her sun
and I drowned in daily life
And for just today you remember
a silent gaze for the moment
you saw my smile in your heart
upon the surface of watery skies
You swore a law you never abide
so you broke the half of sun
in my arms you fell inside
and the skies forever cry
If you ever stay in a place
i watch your feet as they run
always away into watery skies
i forgot the sun in his jealous way
And i swim up above reaching sky
while i see my heart drowning
below the waves of forgotten memory
and you forgot the smile and her sun
while i drown in daily life //
:: 11-10-2014 ::
my love SoBe ateTu fo
my cherrie aMo re
heart that i fell
no tBy son(g) but
love…
andWhatNext my soul,
the girlIn red heels
jayCoo by sea
laBelle dameSan regrets
:: 10-26-2014 ::
little-voice my biggest
tender tiny heart-Fire
burn my lipSoul when
all my words — sleeping
I tuck them beneath
the country-prose of
my land of living words
my little voice, tenderly!
within the hands I write
I hold your flowerHeart
and scribe the love within
the land of living words
and remain forever yours,
my living word!
:: 10-05-2014 ::
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 ::
sushi said salad-tary times
start bleeding tears —
sushi fistcup bloodymaries
re[sweet]treating all her words
so sushi said; but I have a meal
and raw fish never jumps
when I eat it dead and cold
born a rebel he screamed
his first words to the doctor:
this is a mistake make it go away!
so he was born with a mind
and took it everywhere he traveled
packing it in a grocery bag next
to his red-tagged soul
and the purple cabbage
Go away! Go away! You’re insane!
leaving home he took his womb
a shrived skin of plastic and a spoon
to feed the lawn animals and milk tooth
the priests exercised their will in him
tried to break the spirit and the spell
but their hands were too fast — Mother
she cried and the statues bled
this is all a mistake
make it all go away
Go away! Go away! Just go away!
:: 04-05-2014 ::
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