My bruised face
twice cried
—inside weight
: as though
life unveiled
a third fate
inevitability
i sat to ate
this evening
dinner so late.
:: 01.27.2023 ::
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My Bruised Face
Bruised Face
My bruised face
twice cried
—inside weight
: as though
life unveiled
a third fate
inevitability
i sat to ate
this evening
dinner so late.
:: 01.27.2023 ::
Femur Tickle Me
Your femur tickles me
in your grave |
my tongue trips me
the Moon ate a piece
of your future generation |
and at times in the future
it Ate ME.
~~~electricity never dies
(my BEautiful shiny Mind /
she haunts me in the coral reefs
of forgotten loves from the past
: just stand up and live your life.
:: 01.27.2023 :
Celluloid Dreams
walk … pretend upon egg shells
life
and all the pain
lives within
a celluloid strip of moving pictures
across the space of a point in time
it’s the tremolo
score of life
like shoes that fit within your soul
it’s all of you
so you ride the back Of a bumble bee
it tickles your thighs but the buzzing soothes
the soul within you and painted lips
collect gossamer threads you hold your breath
dreaming of a love that died within you
it’s all the same life-life, merry-go-round
:: 02-15-2015 ::
Wereling Communique
Tonight it’s wet with tears
how funny they could be from
laughter.
How i wish i was a spoon
so smooth and clean for
the heart’s mouth
oh shut up telescope!
we have a smarter One
so small it’s getting stronger.
. pulling back. /Whatever
you’re looking for it’s not
around here\ The dirt jumped up
and danced singing, “he’s not
around here anymore.”
Said the Id, “I wonder which way
to go?”
Said Ego: I dear, wish I hadn’t
cried so much
I won’t feel you anymore ; time has
moved forward and you’ve reversed.
Fair. Now let’s save your civilization.
of whatwere and have been never-been.
:: 01.18.2023 ::
Hors D’oeuvres
Come on over Have a drink
or smoke or Hors D’oeuvres
whatever you wish but never just
for me : what more right i have
to write deep apologies but
gold leaf upon your lip
leaps the sheer deep blue skies
and Gold threads snap
within her precious heart
of giddy whirls and sweeps of
fancy she screamed ‘i have a puppet
string to your heart’ Breathless,
Relestless,
golden leaves twirl
spiral, circle and concave.
i was never easily amused even when
nature turns and tosses blame –>i’m
joking in imaginations of love and life
and that SUN! Mary! Harry! Jesus!
my head glows golden within the gutters;
fair flares of love burning everywhere
is all we love and are oh what we are.
:: 01.15.2023 ::
SPUTSUM Lane (that dusty road)
Your brilliance made me puke
but you’re a pretty girl
the nerdy type with glasses
Jets of sputsum! You hopped on
my lap making the wall’s raincoats
rise revealing strange stars, moons,
and planets _ i put on my glasses
(your knees knocking together my ugly
little cute girl) /One day you
opted me The Poet and hopped upon my
lap and forgetting | in the moment i
wrote a poem and did a painting ~~
of stolen hearts, money, planes,
and rusty moments within thorns and
clover and forever memories when the
heart is stone in love.
:: 01.14.2023 ::
Living with the Dead
I am living with the dead
of past lives who touch
that part of me
that lives such sorrow
i compress n’ confess my tears
that those who live
have no touch to give
that life may richer grow
for those who lost but
not their Souls.
:: 03-18-2014 ::
Take a Piss Take a Kiss
watching above eyes can see
what is not a pretend
out of the light cone
we see history and now here
we are now | lottery to win
Life | today i crossed my legs
upon ancient rocks and saw a group
down the way ~~ hey, oh! the black-
eyes and bulbous heads! I’m here.
Walking stupid to entertain the timeline
of poisoned Rivers
(take a piss or take a kiss)
while figuring it all out i found it
so hard to leave my Mind (oh yeah, oh well,
hello, well, oh i love you!) in hard times
strangers smile when you’re stupid dresses
catch the abido in lies and cover.
:: 01/13/2023 ::
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