my broken mouth spews
debris of fractured
words —–> a sharp
T O O T H cut the words
downward, alphabet drops
a crimson dew-blew, too
across the media —
of unsocial destitute
barren electronic lands
unfleshed for bare eyes
:: 05-11-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #surrealism
THE LOST SOUL
The faceless indescribable thing
approached me from across the way.
My heart, racing as my blood froze,
while a single piercing tone drowned
my ears. Mere feet away from me
it’s wax-like hands reached out to
touch me. All I could do was
stand upon my marble-legs and
silently scream as I watched its vaporous
body violently shift and phase. This, yes,
this is a lost soul I realized
as it gently touched my cheek.
05-11-2014
CARICATURE’S MISFORTUNE
I met a caricature of me
while sitting at a bar
we stared
in each other’s eyes
and pondered our words
I thought he — exaggerated
exaggeration spoke
— the same
we ordered everything
in the bar
and had a liver
to conqueror
but sadly in the end
— by fate’s twist
the bartender
was more grotesque
:: 05-01-2014 ::
BEAN DREAM
today I had
a coffee shop cookie
and ate its rim
and fell into
a bean dream
where red pandas
were beating
hedonistic priests
living in my pocket
thankfully a stripper
fell through the roof
and suduced the barista
and the priest and beans
escaped through my spoon
and the twirling of my cream
all within my cup of coffee
:: 05-01-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 060
what longing within
your eyes
a tender sweet belief
I see
a gaze across what is
and what
could always be
and lips apart
expectation-kiss
a slow hand moves
across a breast
a touch of your heart
that which you always give
that brilliant love
which is, but how can it be
in this shadow-world today
dear angel soul-woman
what desires you have
focus upon this man
I am just
a human animal
and not worthy of more
a man that just grazes
in the fields of madness
learned for sure but so
and surely not enough
to even hold
your tender hand
:: 04-24-2014 ::
MEETING ONE’S SELF
Here I was reading Andre Breton
and got up to get a glass of water
upon returning to my room I saw
myself still in bed
the horror upon my face
so I fled —
downstairs to the couch
where I placed my hands upon
my face the mouth still in horror
and then the front door opened
and I saw my face over there
and the horror of our stares
to see my self at the door
and my self saw me on the couch
I sat down with myself
we had much to discuss
:: 04-20-2014 ::
A GENTLE WOMAN
What rivers I cry
blue veins I swim
one upon your eye
backstroke into dreams
a vision burns there
and the angels blew
a kiss that moves
mountains and storks
baby breath paints
pink flamingos dance
a ghost in the closet
panhandled my pocket
i coughed up a heart
so bruised and purple
the medics applied candy
and sugar lips too
I’m crying! Crying!
Madness dance geeks
and tortoise princess
A smell of summer dress
and that skin so ghost
Emily you ran away
before I was born
My joker – feminine spirit
I know where you are
ingrained within my soul
:: 04-13-2014 ::
RED RUBY STONES
Mustang running wild
that bison bearded man
a hoof cutting dirt
Marshal man badge gun
stars singing victory
a liberty tree fed blood
Cities of the dead ringing
screaming chants of love
La la la la my dear souls
I look through your illusion
and smell death and fear
I sing a tome of the ages
and the things souls know
and the cities sleep deep
The countryside is full
of dying flesh and fear
tonight apocalypse dances
unprepared does an act
and the herd of clouds
move above as always
tonight skies rain tears
red ruby stones kidney
:: 04-11-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 052
MY thoughts
so large
an undetermined
size
One below the trees
another above
the skies
The elements, they shape
that which perceived
the rest by humanity
:: 04-13-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 048
my shudder, blessing smile
between blue-blur
scarred skies — society,
fractures creme
egg-pink baby lips
[a conspiracy]
between yard flamingos
and righteous blue beetles
and laughing zealous
crying zebras
the ears have walls
and no eyes to see
04-11-2014 ::
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