I BEG to be
DEVOURED by
p l e a s u r e
than wracked by
that Knowing came today
in a casket it lay
a thing revealed i say
that which lived now
FATHER oh father where were you;
my crib is destroyed by time and clothing
many sizes smaller and
SOME. thoughts are daggers
as others are kisses
while hugs are squeezed
to contain BURSTING
I took the wax of your melted love
and shaped an orchid-OrGan-garden
of baby breath as legions of
TIME has eaten all the flowers
see how bare and desolate
the countryside screams
In my Eyes the
Edison was an a$$hole but Tesla a true gentleman of scientific progress
and even though they do
i can never tell you how displeased readers
are by that position the singular
moment
My soul is lost
upon ice-blue crevasses so deeply!
help me my blue elephant
that lettuce
i return to the wild horses within my head. And to breath chrysanthemum skies while i openly weep
I Am the One / i am the focus of this space ___
a mote of dust with memory in its place
i am the
i eat a seed of fear everyday like a vitamin of weakness ;
it brings me tears.
i know the color
MOTHER, all the monsters are now gone. Love and Spirit have defeated them; and what is left is a
THE curtains open to broken applause
an audience of great mystery
i cannot see their faces
nor
THE unborn fetus so swank so clean
sneaks out the womb unseen looking
for the bastards saying
bugger --> deep slide
the tongue slipping
sliding p h o e ntics --
the canary within my
ribC a
THE nose crawls along the concrete path as
information unloads its bits & pieces;
scattered
TO be utterly destroyed
leaves no trace of
Humanity--you pulled onto
my shores, by net
"SO many so far away' sings the chorus
looking at my worn shoes -- someone
let the dawn out says
billions alive breathing-waiting
storms upon the edge of
horizon afire as Sea-bees
Attack from
i return to the wild horses within my head.
And to breathe chrysanthemum skies while i
openly weep
ALMOND skin azure skies
there is a song comes to mind
somewhere out there two hearts
beat
HE sat upon a stump across the fresh and free
AND laughed against the blowing yellows
and greens
AND God in his kitchen made a soul part of sugar
and part vinegar (the angels whispered)
and
Perhaps i swallowed
the largeness
of skies
when a dream swept
upon me (of you, oh
of
WHAT morrow to drown in humid passion; a chance to glance
The crowned one -- we hail the sparrow
Passion: whither is thy heavenly gift
Beg: i doth for pastures of romance
love
A new day.
When i buried you.
i found love with me
by the warmest touch of
my heart i have
that i have thoughts of you bring the simplest and most pure feelings / the perfection of Love has
the bumble bee --
mid-air freeze___
and hummingbird,
tacked upon the sky
;my walk --
[life continues to beat]
Sometimes it seems i have been lost
then mostly finding myself
if i told the world my heart has died AND if by chance
anyone heard: a proclamation of my
i am one breath away from death and my
efforts are useless; the walls built
of cut stone are
L’amour est où la colère fuit
mon humble demaor n’est pas
culte de la personnalité;
se
Poetry is more than words
it is a stage
it is a canvas
it is the sky
and more
by colliding
Her faith in love was a drowning fisherman
and the blood upon her lips flowing as muleta.
But her
eye | someTIMES tear my
eyes OUT — to find the last
sheep to COUNT no longer within
my MIND oh!so
THEN after as though my head
a forest there!
A shiver down my spine;
with odor of roots in our
A bicycle of delicate heart
focused in all gossamer,
thrills ~
the minimal slice of time
;
eye-gasms are artful things
of flesh left out by the
woods / she went were-wolves
once ate
WHEN the heart breaks
into halves, what then left?
Not a sigh
nor a laugh;
A cleaving of Soul
SOME. thoughts are daggers
as others are kisses
while hugs are squeezed
to contain BURSTING
joy:
A LINGERING indecision laid bare
and morning sighed with me beside
internal debates
shatter speaks in pieces
on the ground
my knees bleeding
that heart
once so strongly
when i was an embryo i felt my mother's boyfriend
invade my quiet space. when i was a
PERCEPTION made its way; the grand entrance just today
it entered with a cloak barely, if I may.
LIFE is static save the canvas
it rolls and tosses across
the spectrum of all our souls
// -
[Stanza 1]
I DID NOT know your name when we met on the train
destinations like ghosts who have
MANY times more than twice have I seen
the ghosts of family, friends and then
some whose faces
My soul is lost upon ice-blue crevasses so deeply!
help me my blue elephant
that lettuce
SOME possess talent
whilst others are
possessed by it.
One is a gift,
the other a potentially
My wooden staircase creaks
[a heart broken by feet]
and weeks the measure -- my neck
What month
IF I were a broken soul
who could mend me?
The cobbler down the road?
With his crafty skills and
Passion
whither is thy heavenly gift
Beg
I doth for pastures of romance
Love
IT was with a bang that first I heard
a thought: a sparrow had hit the house!
my sorrow for
i EXPANDED this line between space and time
(and) time and space between lines EXPANDED i
So
Oh, once again! A cry!
Two-legged creatures
making love under sheets
and that last sigh!
A
this static treatment of hyper light
–>t h r us t : all mediums —
theater, cinema,
do the dead sleep better? i wouldn't know; do you
wish the same -- sleeping next to mama when
my sea lion has given up / the rocks are hot!
And truth is a gun \ the Mouth a trigger
oh wow and
the bumble bee —
mid-air freeze
and hummingbird,
and when honey dew simply drips away
t h a t crack from FEAR
I plant my wish within the soil
of my dreams and dream I do
of golden light to fall upon
the seed
(this body knows)
what experience
we share —
t'is nothing more
than memories
when something