OH! THAT DUMB sigh
penetrated and deflated
— rye
/ about tall tale
died beneath the bridge
near the moor \
took his britches
and swore: the best
hoerewaardinnen!
:: 12.19.2021 ::
Tag Archives: #words
BAWD
TOME (dangerous friends inside one’s head)
ATE a memory of all my life & despised my refrain: how soil and seed brings life or death
your back turned (i feel blessed) deciding style and finance
were your gods so eat what you sow & throw away wheat & golden strands of souls
If inside mysterious feelings
you feel stupid and contagious
it’s best to feel a little sick
and always will do oh do
until End / hello \ hell no |
Inside light sounds dangerous voices and touches vicious
:a baby a fetus –| we tend to forget what makes us smile inside
our horrored MINDS. Hell oh hell oh hello WAS a mysterious tasting of
stupid feelings worth the pain?
worse or worst is all a gift even though Life must be better
before it all Ends.
:: 12.17.2021 ::
I N F L A T I O N
I N F L A T I O N
(pisses me off)
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
LEAVING this smallest of a smaller town into mystic side of living
/came KING KONG hanging upon a ledge in upper Manhattan\ ____broken wheels
/>\ tumble ::…>
THE smell of evil is a job done well if everyone sides |||| for six dollars
you can get almost two gallons of gasoline. i fucking cry.
I want to kiss and nearly have forgotten the last time
to bow down and cry
is fundamentally fucking human darling.
:: 12.17.2021 ::
ANOTHER DAY OF HOURS
LAST night another day of hours
so full of moments so full of holes
watched a bumble bee so quietly bow
tasted afterburn of Life
was i scared so i was
it was so loud
THEN there are those who group
into a stare while my feet leave
the dangerous floor
was i scared so i was
wasn’t i so proud?
Lord i prayed: find my soul
beneath the online newspapers
& follow the voice of my dreams
pixelated within a scream
so now how well do you know
how it feels to have four thousand
holes within your tender Soul?
was i scared so i was
the best of me is the best of words
always so bold.
:: 12.17.2021 ::
RAPE ME UNTIL I AM DEAD
AND if you cleanse yourself
RAIN me
rain me again
\
O my dreams.
Take me home.
Take me home.
My dream take me home. THIS DAY opened its flower-mouth smell the daisy and the roses
saw the blue skies touched her lips and found God behind a rock my feet deep
inside the sand 00 we take the kids to Walmart and Walgreens inside a blue mood.
So i turned yea i turned from the boy i knew
/ I am miserably prolific /mean butterfly eating my insides\
my writings less agreeable than my dreams: no fun ||| ate
mud [check] ate my own heart [check] stood up when i
should have stood down [check]
wept and cried [x]
danced and went hysterically comical but carried the dead
child which was once me inside as the crowd laughed.
\
And for ENCORE? Doing it all over would be pure
poetic MADNESS! /
:: 12.07.2021 ::
BEAUTIFUL MORNING
BEAUTIFUL morning
you have broken
as here too, me —
a first bird singing
and praising from yesterday’s
world Sweet fallen pollen
of praising for this
fresh morning of a first
World.
Sweet new fawls
as from new grass
welcomed completely
in love precious
loving — mine is the
sunlight ; born of
that One from Light
praising relation
of God’s Creation of
a New Day.
As the sun has broken
new Morning.
:: 12.04.2021 ::
LISTEN TO THE SILENCE
LISTEN to the silence
how it comes to me
And when I am in trouble
it is fine.
AND inside this round
of darkness i speak of
broken hearted people
: let it become as me/
an answer inside of me.
TODAY i spoke a word
and grew tomorrow:
LOVE
And inside my head oh
inside my heart i knew
it was to be so
TOMORROW is a whisper
and yesterday a light
who shines upon my
wisdom. Who are we?
Oh, who are we?
The yesterday that
shines upon today
and wishes tomorrow.
:: 11.22.2021 ::
KINGDOM OF VICTIMS
i am crying for obsolete words
how they die without fanfare
and without a single statement:
strung together-wordsOfsomepompOus
poetCrying a vacant heart out.
We are the students
We are the vampires
without reflection
or friction = all zero
say prayers inside
dying flies
Share and shame
slay and color
the baby’s room
in clean shades of shame
in all madness
a Kingdom of victims.
Oh, i never let go
Oh, i gave a shit
centuries ago when a good man was
nailed to a wooden cross
so i cry for obsolete words.
:: 11.16.2021 ::
BEASTS INSIDE A CLOSET ROOM
NOW SLEEPING as time tik-toks by
my — shoulder hurts like bleeding eyes
upon my Idol of Christ so my face is numb
so here we go /crock cooking human spine:
my senses go into delirium and now i go
My vacation is a skull inside a dry mouth
oh now //we go so we sing alone
\i try Mouth> dryfully is anyone else
entirely (sexy sings more suddendy than)
whose tiniest delirium smiles? may Be gigger
big than scope __>figgers: face so numb
inside my room. Hidden him in a closet
closed in my shroom. A of point of delirium.
What, ? that beast i heard screaming
in the night. A woman or fox weeping
in her heat?
:: 11.11.2021 ::
COUGHING COFFEE BEANS NEXT TO BOOKS
DID you see that girl in the corner? Next to the books and coffee beans? Coughing i only smelled the aroma of brilliant coffee like old pages of a book of poetry sleeping. I felt warm and could never look away
so-bent warning (traveling this far) better to say i’m sentimental___(going through my head amour than this feeling flutter-flying butter pie. Dropping me to the wooden floor like a devil to it’s knees.
Parapluie above my head (oh my) a heart of paupiette yea oh yea. All these doors checked ; locked kitchen quiet and dark / dishes washed: pets fed and plants watered.
Oh romanichel heart. For the world.
Swollen lips – un bisou! She (the one who loves me and does not have a physical body) gave: sa suce!
:: 11.11.2021 ::
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