That heart my butterfly!
Today I felt your wings
with the clasp-prose
of your loving Mind!
And we licked the pollen
sugar-lips of our souls
and flew off into
Life’s Unknown!
:: 08-23-2014 ::
rev: 05032020
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CLASP-PROSE
GOGH’S FIELDS OF GOLD
HAVE you never
ever walk
-ed the edge of
fields so yellow
they smell of Gold?
–the wheat fields
of Vincent Van Gogh
he was a bastard
to most but greatly
to ‘self’ –>kill
the personality
but never the Art
nor the Soul
:: 04.29.2020 ::
LITTLE FIGURE I BEG OF YOU
little figurei beg of you
find our way home
it is no tHing to concern yourself
: and all your Youth & beauty
: little fingers play\
the score of forgetting
/ and now. YOu face eternal
time: come here. Now. &
forgive yourself.
:: 04.22.2020 ::
PLEASE NO SUDDEN MOVES
ALICE all your friends are slow
if you follow then you shall know
but if you choose the rabbit hole:
All our friends are there
— they all ask of you; even
The One you know
he has Sudden Moves
IF you wait for reality to ask
then the universe will feel abused
but if you choose your hand
o v e r a g r e n a d e
the blood of the psychopath next
to you will release all pretension —
ask him; look at the eyes
oh daddy i love you
but outside is the boss
i think he is one of us
:: 03.30.2020 ::
I SAW A MAN LIE DOWN AS A DEAD LEAF
i saw a man lie down as a dead leaf
(her posture was fragile and elegant)
his – a burden of human grief
And within the gates where the famous lay
are poets, bankers and laymen too
And maybe one day even you
i saw a leaf lie down as a dead man
(his posture was thin, limp and weak)
her posture was green, strong and true
And beyond the gates of Ever-After
is all of me all of you and all of All!
:: 03.30.2020 ::
BRAIN TRAFFIC
It’s a complicated world
ruled by pain and fear
Everything’s ‘will you swim
or will you fade’
the smallest things
hold us back
the madness outside
these walls
are nothing compared
to what’s within my halls
Brain traffic: s/o confused
grid-locked & neurotically fused
Drain my Soul
Brain traffic: over/used
fear-porn-fed till your dead
then Life’s on hold
it’s all Inside your head
BRAIN DEAD.
:: 03.27.2020 ::
MOUTH)of(NOISE
the mouthOFnoise eats the silence;
everywhere NOise!)turns my insides(
out/-of Tears i said to the mother
holding empty children’s shoes
EyesofSorrow drowns her sight:
only to eternally see all horror
with sightless eyes that diligently
cry-/i once had a great Love that died
the Ghosts of
Antikythera’s Cell Machines burn
the sharp edge of decaying reality;laboriously
the longest Legs of Time march forth as it
steps over my shortest Thoughts within the
MOUTH)of(NOISE
:: 03.26.2020 ::
SEPIA MIA
a creeping chill throws me cold: t he
skies have t urn SEPIA AND i completely
utterly melt into each word
birth’d — this elegie betrays the poet;
a confession unburdens the Spirit — you
are reading about the me of ‘i’ have always
loved you |mia /i shall meet you again to-now
within the theater of my Soul sure, sometimes
i have concern for the world as it continues
to devour my Feelings and sensibilities.
when can i love you again?
:: 03.24.2020 ::
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