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It’s Gas

Late today i met the dealer
who gives death with smiles
watching the world kicking
and screaming all the way
into his mouth /blood on
the face\ bruised knuckles
knocking away “` five metal
slugs inside that memory
destroyed the pain | it really
clued me in. And if you cut
yourself does it make you happy
keeping pain within your jar
puncture breathing holes
come one it’s gas
You made me think of Poe
you clued me inside ~
you cannot fool yourself
nor make yourself happy
unless you reach inside
that jar of beautiful pain.
You’re happy now
You really knocked it
You clued a chance with Life.

:: 01.08.2023 ::


To Find Love

IF you find Love
hold it close
to love the moment
of all her thoughts
and her dreams
within your arms
to love is voiceless
but the body screams
the heart sings
the mind numb!

:: 01.05.2023 ::


Button Triggered

Silent temple-fEET tread
as though you tread upon
family.

And what! What …
of our moon? Distance between
green and ash white a mere wink & touch!

Which i spoke such at night;
/\
calls me. The time is
too near! Here again, a raging
energy hating war ~ so they sing
and seriously sing not knowing
what it means to humans without
a Soul or that called a Heart.

So sing tonight like a singer
who sings sounds oh sings sounds
of nature that care not how petty
our misadventure — they don’t
know what it means ~~~~ hmm__yeah.

:: 06-22-2016 ::


Welcome My Ghost

THAT I have tried and succeeded is only in great measure
that you have been there with all my fears and displeasure.

Holding my cramped heart and swollen hands is how you have
saved both my mind and spirit – the soul; still intact down
by emptying rivers that lead to unexpected consequences.

And to weep while watching the death of a perfect day and to
realize that birth was only half that day ago is sobering:

we watch each other’s eyes while laying on our sides and
breathing in cadence i tell you that i am a fortunate peasant
and you the Queen who has welcomed my Ghost.

:: ~ ::


She Held the Rose

I should have spoken clearly (i am never eloquently-tongued)
with blue skies singing (i am the smallMouth)
and so i like when the sun moves me
expressing light as nature that moves mysteriously away–> from humans
— whom i loved.

Scattered by my exquisite thoughts the giantSmall meets this
smallGiant heart i captured just today! A brilliance of love!
the remembrance of romance!

She sat upon a bench with a single rose within her tender hands
: where i am is where she is where love bursts frozen-SHUDDERINGLY

kisses across the burning sun is
passion exploding exhilarating us!

I am too this love we share
My eternally EVERYWHERE!

:: 09-01-2015 ::


Our Story

Hear our story, then, the story of time past and time future. The story of all centuries since and the stories yet to come. About to fall upon us is the nettles, The nettles, with their soft white stems, there is in each stem a sharp blue spike, Comes upon its prey with a sudden point

And pierces the flesh as the teeth of the nettle Pierce the ribs of a potato. Here lies the rat, struggling, straining, dying, dying, fighting to rise up. A thousand small bites from the nettles have enveloped the flesh of his body, we will strip him, pull him, tear him open, eat him, cut him in half, make him into soup,
burp out his meat and eat.

But this is time past and time future a story of all the centuries since and the stories yet to come.

// – //


The Liar

destroy
EAT
devour
is what it
commanded
the Evil
is at times
a Friend &
friend @ times
Evil devouring
Love : is Judas
–the original
Liar.

:: 01.02.2023 ::


Not This Not That

HOW now is yester thing
you could be more than
anything other than
tomorrow | it isn’t this
and not that : love blob
bub buddy = we tried and
sang things we never heard
unsung : i made a pie for
your smile to EAT if y o u
become Easy in time____
i am a silver alien suffering histories
of all life forms lovely Mi-Lelion soon i come
finding our Blue Star and all the jaunty
rocks between my heart!

:: 01.02.2023 ::


Spiritual Prescription

It was mid-summer 1880 and a gust
caught my tan boater then flew
seeking refuge where lost hats go
i startled too much and blushed
then common sense became rage
i cannot ever be your goliath
for such a weak Soul.

:: 12.30.2022 ::


Eden is a Garden

EDEN IS A GARDEN
whose soil knows
not thorns

As Seasons are shadows
that cast upon lives
and dreams

i am not wishing
i am not weeping
i am not dreaming

but i am still here.

:: 12.30.2022 ::