I cannot speak
my little mouth
drowned for everyone
today before sunrise
I wrote her eulogy for
the dead yester-night
I killed the darkness
It rests inside my mind
a tombstone of brilliance
engraved the words I fear:
‘The morrow comes…
and it’s ensuing night’
:: 07-04-2014 ::
A society crumbles mostly
by death breeze, slowly
And the children crying
beneath a troll bridge
eating soul meat pies!
I saw a needle piercing
god’s lonely golden eyes
a sweet whore blessed Him
Our Nation of freaks guessing
when does hell fire kiss death
Not until the archangel smokes
and engineers a portal feasting
upon the backs of dead babies
Go away! Nightmare go! away!
The dead crave the donuts
of a center holy semen nut
So go away! No redemption!
:: 07-01-2014 ::
I drank the vine of life and so many drowned // a dirt-death dry mouth
And I coughed a scarab // your dessert dune crest cut the flesh of cherubs ///I sat upon the ancient point //Giza tickled my anal soul
And Noah saved the pure while the freaks drowned //I guess we better call the UN they love humanity
and all it’s diseases & fags
I swear I sweat Susie q’s
I guess I am stupid too
Hollywood harbors ghosts
and Mississippi mud cakes
taste so good
in Antebellum homes
I’m a savior in flat eyes
I call angel lust
a hanging or electric death
gravity pulls the soul out
a top pop view for souls
Dead tongues stick out
and bladders wet release
when the ghost leaves home
:: 07-02-2014 ::
Plastic clouds sherbet skies
meeting place of the stones
you were too hard today
the way you sat there —
so I took a walk across the mind
silly thoughts and memories.
A slither pinned in medulla
a pinstriped boy pulled her.
The ocean drowned the Earth
as we watched the little ones
running for the backstage
forgetting all their lines.
I guess the beltway fades
as all the cockroaches die
We are the mind, only one
a mind to mend upon the sky
:: 05-16-2014 ::
l. O VE
horror L I. Fe
bl. Eed. Ing. Lips
I. E. At You
that. Animal
pulsing. Bleeding
orchid. Bloom
the Beast taste
My man lips
and teeth devour
you —– bliss kiss
:: 06-19-2014 ::
The Great Eye within
your closet never blinks
and the knob hardly
turned by your hand
but your life-clothes
need a change today
and the Great Eye
awaits your opening
the door for a change
it’s stare sees all ‘you’
and there’s nothing
you can do to hide
when you open that door
to the closet of your life
:: 07-07-2014 ::
Textpert expert telling us how it is
a jumbo word manifesto sexpert
I see how a pig could fly
all you have to do is kiss a bug
bullfrogs have all died, oh my!
but the chemical plants
swear on their dead souls
a fish could have two heads
Darwin on steroids drank a coke
and the bomb loves your mother
Tell me a bedtime story
without politics and I’ll die
you are the Textpert expert
thumbing all through the lies
for the world there’s a word
and all the circus clowns have died
:: 05-26-2014 ::
resuscitation lung-death
blue a breath into
hallow barren tunnel-fright
I, mesmerized-pinwheel eyes
ate pillow lips, hot sweet breath
and death —/(m)y angel
her dark cloak flew into
a funnel-~>vortex too
and left me alone in tears
so another day in human flesh
:: 05-15-2014 ::
The incredible machinery of reality never
succumbs to broken down parts but at times
requires an oiling with its hidden gears and
coils. Every now and then a cosmic mechanic
forgets to replace a loose screw and the carefully
orchestrated illusion skips a beat and a luck (?)
soul gimpses behind the curtain. The eye that
stares back — an incomprehensible experience.
:: 05-09-2014 ::
I walked across the tender land
of a sun-baked road in skin
and the buzzards flew each step
I came across a road kill too
and the carcass smiled at me
‘so here you are in your world,
so small and captured too’
I walked past the dead philosopher
— a raccoon with a smile twisted,
and I felt caught in a psychological
cage of dreams with heat on my heels
I kept my pace and came across
a river of life and it was good
a magical being greeted me, said,
‘don’t ever let them see you bleed,
and never let them see you need.
Life, will make you cry —
living will bake you dry
caught up in a psychological cage
let me be, just let me die!
So, the road you walked came to an end
and the sign post said a few things
‘Welcome to nirvana my sweet dear friend,
you won the lottery of enteral bliss.’
What the fu*k is this psychological,
metaphysical trap of tar pit dreams
we fight to win love and smiles in?!?
‘Never let them see you smile
dream a life of wonderful dreams
and whatever makes you smile!’
said the dead philosophical raccoon
:: 05-11-2014 ::
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