Tag Archives: #surrealism

FLAT-DONUT FLYING DELICIOUS ENIGMA

LOATHING a cheap thought i sought
wider walls of discernment — i broke
my spinal-cracker back by the blow-back
{shoot, darn-it} dams are made by beavers
:looks like you give a damn
my thick binary-filter of Zero & one
: like , over mE___ hon-knee i
scraped my low-lyin’ heart for many
Human-sad years; i just want you so
; it maybe babe drives me a bit mad:
—///synth-comm :093492034 — disconnect |
interstellar comm link uncoupled: charges
apply during FTL (Faster-Than-Light) Travel
outside Federation parameters. [Remember:
we are dangerous to anything other than
humans — and how we still treat ourselves!]

:: 05.19.2020 ::


LITTLE PIECES OF ME

i was tipsy-topsy turvy thinking
like a dreamy breakin’ heart
if you every go; so like me lonely
–you like my jealously had a temper
and possess love –>like i hated you
be free it’s me without anger ; when it
gets down it gets deeply lonely — pink
frustration and low-granted trees-tree! No one will see it my
Way: it’s me with a high root and low canopy
so like me without the anger — fool…
a free wish of winds — allow the free
moments come forth –>…..no anger.
when it gets down it gets lonely
some kind’a lost; what a mantra my monster
what a ‘coming back’ to push back — so you see i am me without
Seeing all that anger once around me: makes me mad made me sad
and sadder until i broke into little Pieces of Me.

it is a Crime to Break Down
while Saving Souls

:: 05.14.2020 ::


SUN-STRUCK THOUGHTS

WHAT does it mean when the Sun strikes a thought
within One’s Soul? This i ponder while i walk
the path called Life. What of the thousands of
screams, untold broken dreams and weeping expecting
mothers? Do you remember them? Your mother, sister,
brother or father perhaps forgot to say, “I love you”
or the county clown made you shed tears when you were
eight.

Today I am walking down a path as the Sun strikes into
my Soul; spits them out as words___.

:: 05.10.2020 ::


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::