Tag Archives: #surrealism

MOUTH)of(NOISE

the mouthOFnoise eats the silence;
everywhere NOise!)turns my insides(
out/-of Tears i said to the mother
holding empty children’s shoes

EyesofSorrow drowns her sight:
only to eternally see all horror
with sightless eyes that diligently
cry-/i once had a great Love that died

                      the Ghosts of
Antikythera’s Cell Machines burn
the sharp edge of decaying reality;laboriously
the longest Legs of Time march forth as it
steps over my shortest Thoughts within the
MOUTH)of(NOISE

:: 03.26.2020 ::


DYING MEat

We’re dying meat all inside
unexpressed confessions so,
kill me /dark deep dive
all for your pleasure re-
gardless of type of weather:
we guard your dying MEat
always dying for your meat’s
car-crash weather/we live or
die is not a question for any
Soul\

:: 03.22.2020 ::


QUEUE

A wrinkle of mine grew
beyond common wisdom
a divine proposition;
each road taken drawn
upon one’s face.
A younger one uncharted
the elders well-traveled;
unborn within the queue.

:: 03.07.2020 ::


Spirit of the Poet

ABANDON all senses to catch the dancing fire
of indescribable emotions trapped deeply within
the Soul of No Mouth —
tell the birthing stars our carbon body is as old
as their grandfathers and grandmothers but our love
and great Tiny minds grapple with
inconceivable thoughts
but mostly of grand words structured tightly around

the Spirit of the Poet!

:: 02.29.2020 ::


A VEGAN AARDVARK

THEN the skies bellowed a frothy glitter    and  d o w n  became up   &sideways

turned horizontally truthful said the vegan Aardvark.   THE Policeman chewed his
m0uth-

side and a Red Ant crawled out from his nostril damn-us (Quatrain 173) & 

 my pillow has luscious lips from some disembodied woman who once cared
for me.            The rest of this deliriousprose is buried in an unmarked book within a discount store on the far side of the Moon.

::02.??.2020::


TRUNK

WITHIN sunlight the shadows are more

defined.

My skin is relived by the sunburn.

I did not follow her down to a bridge by the

creek but rested upon the trunk of an

e l e p h a n t.

Then again mostly upon knights and queens

i am sleeping. The cornerstone of Life

is part sleep — the rest is made of dreams.

::01.26.2020::


Digitalis

TIME has eaten all the flowers
see how bare and desolate
the countryside screams
In my Eyes the sun;
within the air dispersed
digitalis — a heart bruised
with broken hands_____
And My Love holding
my Soul against her
Spirit of Goodness

::02.22.2020::


A Gentle Slap

today is the day it will rain frogs and dogs and cats. The rest of the world’s creatures are queued for the thunderstorms for next week. Nature works that way; direct paths, no shortcuts and makes her point. \\Umbrellas are used
for both rain and sunshine but boots can never walk life’s path without
getting scratched and worn.

The Hand of God is gently slapping me today
and young and old women wink at the tears
i am producing from laughter___.

:: 02.09.2020 ::


Silver Cord

|| send me to oblivion where the soul never begs — ‘sometimes’ is always
winning over ‘always’ even though (mostly) things of great concern are
never present / living on the outside but dying on the inside \ i climb
upon my silver cord and find a place to hide ||

seasons are nature’s Living Kaleidoscope
the colors absorb the shadows

:: 02.04.2020 ::


Shadows In The Mirror

i have eaten the Face of God whose thick body created the mega verse. The fly upon the dank wall accuses me of creating sin; but only dark matter is to blame.

It hides within the jewels of Creation.

My libido murdered untold numbers of unborn sperm and ovulating women conspire to hide this truth deep within their vulva. We are all murderers eating the

flesh of fallen innocent creatures that cannot speak on behalf of their defense. Even a plant has a voice if we only carefully listen.

The world of humans is an asylum of demented souls.

Do not visit us.

:: 04.02.2019 ::