THESE terrors squeezing life
the unraveling || greatly suffers
a crying child with tremors and
mobbing monsters walking
with shadows || when your mind
is struck in terror like this
aaagh! Save the angels but
forget me –brave the light of
day where terror shows it’s face
{gripping the throat} is the greatest
horror of all __i am a madman bleeding eyes shut
and acrylic paints the INK the most!
Tyrant! Is fear the most!
:: 09-17-2018 ::
… absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird’s body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits
then all things might be
equal and if so then what?
Zero.
Which is arguably a ‘something’
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.
Words.
The devil’s insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
we might see the super-
structure of reality then.
What then?
HORROR.
:: 09-21-2018 ::
WHILE words choke when love
for you springs my heart
hush gentle hammer-beat!
Mind full as splash-colored
Fields oh sun! Warmth as passion!
My beloved dearest one.
There across the creek
below the Oak by the root
tulips and stars two lips
as ours — the precious time!
The secrets so sweet as the
twinkle within your
eye my loveliest one!
From one to two now three!
:: 09-16-2018 ::
walking down a beam of wood
and over the muscles of a
raging river a duckling floats
by in plastic yellow and crying
oh duckling sweet toy
someone should save us!
a cloud fluffs and coughingly
sings: my little gifts my saddened
fleshy fish we love you —- i
dip a toe into the water’s eye
o say o no o my ooh such fresh
feelings as the duckling falls over
head first across the water’s edge |||
a paper boat with a tall mast
floats by…
:: 09-13-2018 ::
i met a poet just today
he greeted me with much
laughter as foreplay
(we seized each other
from brim to toe)
one cried the other sang
a hymn
and at the end we shook
our head contemplating
which the queerer
and stepped away
from our mirror.
:: 09-12-2018 ::
\ i have a finger
it has a trigger
i have a bullet
it has a chamber
a perfect fusion
to combat illusion
and i’m rolling
back down the road
to the city we all
know of
Linger City
Linger City
Linger City
Where i keep
my finger
with a rigor
mortis snicker
screw you city
slicker
my funny bone
erection
is a state of
perfection
all within
the limits of
Linger City
Linger City
Linger City
yeah /
:: 09-12-2018 ::
(i could never hide
because)
i am libra
always drawn
toward your pain
allow my tongue
to lick the nectar
of your swollen soul
i am free of your lies
like Jesus not Galba
as a bee i vomit honey
so sweet you want
to die
i am a force un-wrecked
like water flowing through
steel or winter’s fire
i am the golden bee
i am free
i am free
of your lies
if you look into my eyes
what will you see?
no anger just spirit
it’s all you wish to be
more than a smiling face
on social media
i’m a spirit
a golden bee
i’m a spirit
of personality
:: 09-08-2018 ::
because of truth i am sure
as when viburnum blooms
each spring assured
my love is there
my love is there
of what hearts procure
not by menial task
or frivolous chance
but of hope, faith,
audacity and strength-
life’s quadrature
:: 09-05-2018 ::
Soothing wooden
window pane!
Where hope dwelt
upon ridden raw
weight of elbows
dreaming days;
The wait as
dropping rain
the
falling snow
windy days
summer’s glow
a fall in grace!
there i knew
your face
across distant
seasons too
as stung beelike
humming buzzing
where i buried
just a memory
of you
of waiting
for you
as always
the long season
of God’s Grace!
:: 12-18-2014 ::
:: Rev 09012018 ::
l o v e. elephants too.
. ants. /\ R doing all that
couldn’t be done. Smiles Making
All that’s unmade and her SHE’s
best with peanut’s butter so LOVE
show me EASY not a thing so undone
save all who cannot be saved
hug the porcupine and the insane
and in the end it’s the moon or maybe
even Mars — where they inhale
Laughter and breath out NASA emblems
while teaching rovers to catch a star //
love love love ALL ||
:: 09-01-2018 ::
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