I’ve BEEN invited alone
into a carefully distinct sex
whose sharp fangs comb
my thoughts so ghost
Within these disarrayed eyes
from ground into green
zinc coffin with mask
i found this memory appears
a slab as spine in bits of
red and CLARA VENUS scent.
:: 12212021 ::
my mud are my smiles
so she asked me
are you lik,e Libra
eating my Soul
from within your
magnet Heart: i
thought and then wrote
precis of illusionary
words and unforgiveable
advice that taxed me:
crystal spine; it’s every
thought of your mind:
everything eating orchids
and placenta-angel breath
i barreled down so i could
confess back! Hey!
every thought
goes through your priceless
mind.
:: 07.22.2020 ::
DEFINITELY a few minutes ago
: walked within your footsteps/
walking — oh, walking in your
footsteps\ hey mister, i would
not ask for more (i would not walk
within those foot steps) but could you
sing to me about how mighty brontosaurus
died even built three stories high: he
would never hurt a fly…
Execelsus
walking within those same footprints
are my own foot-steps…
:: 07.16.2020 ::
She sees the birth of a heart shaped
universe oh those newborn stars__&
the godlike heat of afterbirth
eons dreamt of a life
& future stages Unraveled by space-time \
hiccups/she burped an infant cosmos
and fed milk elemental detris & debris
AS love is the rule
and nothing trespasses
Order from chaos bleeds then dries
gases Of gossamer floating streams;
she nurtures her infant to adolescence
swirls of formation, heat, and color
white and golds and blues and yellow
darkness separates for glow and life
i crushed the glow-worm.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
No need! No deed. Just now the sun has
come to rise (and you are proud?) that her breasts
are spread upon your bed. The spider laughs near
the tightest corner of the room, but shameful you
forgot her name. To those that have offended me
none more than disheveled men who call themselves
gentlemen. Mother! Let us succumb to temptation
that brings us to harm.
:: 05-07-2019 ::
By ways of morning stars
and dew-lipped kissing
dreams i am here
Sideways within my arms
tulips swaying colors
spent you are there
A mourning comes as night
wanes into the seams
of lasting pasts
at last we are One.
:: 09-04-2017 ::
[come on people let’s smile and say there’s no pain, try and get together and hug death and pain]
i speak with turtle-flipper lip say purple
it tastes like death and when i was a navy
wave of blue crimson way i could ride a crest
of love — sharks like people bite life just to live
got to find a way a better way to say just to say
um, did you see suzy in her yellow dress? she had
an ice cream tongue licking puberty too || bouncing
and feeling gravity upon her chest and the boys
lost their eyes as marbles at a school yard
recess
it’s best
teachers too
smelling youth
i got to find
gotta find me
inside leviathan dreams
a lion’s den where some crown-less king
rules over a depleted dream
:: 08-01-2015 ::
IN ALL my likeness i let her in as a sun
in my dream and in my heart
i took the reins of reality in all our
hope; it came as an open space and the
elders of twelve said, “all is real
and all revealed” i read the book
of the One in the universal library
and tinker bell laughed — she
said, oh, “oh! what you see will
not be revealed, it’s all just for
you to see!” So i refused and awoke
and grabbed a pen and began to
write: but saw only blank pages
of the book of all of life and the
answers of all questions — revealed.
In all my dreams and all my hopes
i sleep to remember but like lit bulbs
of sun sinking it’s quite clear, oh, we’re not
to reveal what it all means while
in flesh ||
:: 07252015 ::
What strange place this time rests
in between the frames of a movie,
the dusk-dawn edge we bleed
trying so hard we do for impossibility;
to walk down the middle of a sidewalk
or catching hope within a bottle of despair.
I know where I dwell and it’s large enough for you
if you seek relief from the twilight of a passing
epoch. There, where I live is nothing but the
promise of impossibility realized
Come my friend, let us go!
:: 02-23-2014 ::
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