2/12/16
2/5/16
god at the palace
i went to the palace to worship
through an ancient rustic window
looking over shoulders
god was an idiot
a housewife
a prostitute
a student
a cokehead
an eighteen year old genius
i couldn’t tell the difference
she looked the same to me
from every angle
but the way she moved
and the things she did
divesting all her energies
exposing every weakness
taking it off
letting it down
god smiled
and opened her legs to receive me
i bathe in your glory
O lord
1/15/16
slippery
i want your curves
your slippery slopes
luxuriant coves
your heathered fires
i want your slips
your slops
your slappings
give me the lashings
of your slippery tongue
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| (by Slawa on deviantart.com) |
come at me hard
with intent
with ire
unyielding desires
unclean
untold
come now upon me
sliding your slopes
luxuriant coves
slip down upon me
1/10/16
one poet
tonight i will undress
strip this skin rip by rip
puddle the earth with all my fluids
scatter my bones for random discovery
i will become the force of voice
one shouting soul upon the wind
one poet amongst a billion
9/18/15
wealthy mud wasp
what does it pay to be a mud wasp laborer?
this one here must be doing pretty well
has a nice winter home up high on the roof beam
and a small summer villa down the wall by the floor
either way
an easy flight back and forth
place to self-built place
no panic threats of rain
not much of a sharp draft
and outside the gated doors
a scenic view of the playground
i bet the children
when they come
won’t feel the sting
of poorer bugs
3/15/15
Hold my hand
There will come a day
deleted
vapor trail dissipated
This window of the sky
endless & empty
Hallucinations of memories
speckling glints
Notes from the staff
silenced to a
rest
Hold my hand here…
now…
denatured as ghost encryption
It’s all the human I’ve got to lend
before leaving
before letting go
before walking away
invisibled
In the rain
rain on the windshield
relentless momentum forward
wiping clear the bombarding blurs
the external annoyances
the threats of derailment
self-propelled
full tanks of purpose
locked into the guidance
blind faith
in
thrust
relentless momentum forward
wiping clear the bombarding blurs
the external annoyances
the threats of derailment
self-propelled
full tanks of purpose
locked into the guidance
blind faith
in
thrust
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| unknown source |
2/9/15
Crushed in the air I breathe
as a lonely moment of vertigo
brings me to god & back…
or whatever god is…
just an Nth feeling - maybe?
afloat through the realms
of null, religion
of null, language
of null, understanding
of numb
of being
of eyeless sight
of disembodied perhaps/ment
struggling to comprehend
how far to the right I am
from the decimal point
Crushed in the air I breathe
I will suspend time
as a lonely moment of vertigo
brings me to what’s
missing
and I still don’t
know
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| image source: karimfakhoury.deviantart.com/ |
2/4/15
(2)
You’re still so new to me
My tongue barely knows the
skin of your words
flickers
teases
drums to be let in
drums hard pounds
and judges reverberations
searching for meaning
searching for translation
tastes unknown
taste saturated in oils
in juices dripping from
splits in the rind
The skin of your words
a permeable sheath over
tender brilliance
I’ve yet to know…
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| unknown source |
1/28/15
- slipping
tell me
my life
makes yours
better
everyday
is a
worry
and a
fear
insecure
as i
slip
uncaught
a hole
in the
net
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| image source: innovativeinteractive.net |
1/20/15
(5-7-5)
(haiku: from the heart)
Audible silence…
Speaking from the heart takes time…
Put forth the effort
10/1/14
mayors and saviors
its local voting time again
so they’re on every corner
dancing with signs for their
chosen candidate
on Fridays there’s a family
at a different intersection
noisy about Jesus
trying to save us from hell
i’m leaning on pessimism
towards mayors and saviors
i can’t tell the bullshit
from the bible anymore
i usually crank up the radio
and roll down the window
to drown out their proclamations
... i don’t like being yelled at
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