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| My photo, age 50 |
11/9/19
11/2/19
this cut of land
gray lines have yet to form
surface smooth as river rock
sun upon this cut of land
sky immune to the killing-clock
early feast, the sweetest dew
silence moves in secrecy
partaken flower, wanton tongue
and entrances to lunacy
remember when the ambered boasts
huddled in a dream forlorn
taste again the need to begin
springtime seed with hunger born
save these best, these innocent
thrills of eyes, this priming vice
where guilty hands have yet to touch
true beauty thrives with tempered fright
9/29/19
As I take into you
Unnerving
Impulsive
To stimulate the preoccupied
into moving in new directions
Imperfect lust
I never know your
infantile ambition
Your silly stumbling
There she is
as she was and will be
and I wear the armor
that protects and hinders
Unlock the music
The songs that must play
as I take into you
Subtle
Unobtrusive
6/13/19
( thoughts on being an introvert )
the hardest part
is trying to find a balance
wanting to be alone
just maddens those around me
its a simple thing
to have solitude be contentment
and give them not the song
nor the slightest tune in humming
6/10/19
love and loneliness
coffee by the window
contemplating love and
loneliness,
how do I fit
in a hand that wants to
hold
what won’t be held
love is the snow
cold dead and beautiful
loneliness, the fire
pure warm and destroying
what stirs the seed
in the fallow soils of heart,
what breaks these eyes
of their far-off blissful staring
6/8/19
Finish room
Sipping melancholy thru a clouded straw
I cant right the ship,
I hope you know how to swim
You
Standing there,
Enough to make the world shake
... I never felt the change
What evils now
undo themselves,
the creaking door
the sliding chain
She lets me in at night,
She has no sin
so I give her mine
this is the Finish Room
I know my bullet waits for me
5/4/19
5/3/19
4/27/19
4/26/19
4/23/19
the animals
domesticate the animals
these people will eat you
(everything is an illusion)
sounds from a room
sex or death
coming or going,
I nail the door shut
the stench is overwhelming
(the kids shouldn’t see this)
you and your soft porn eyes,
my celestial high
my overground
what will I do without you
when the fears reawaken,
without your touch,
without the promise of everafter
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| (Of Sex and Death Art Print by mjtillustration) |
4/22/19
4/17/19
Unfinished around her
body as a writhing mime
I am unfinished around her
eyes blind and hands are seers
elevated “kiss” translates to “fuck”
stream of blood the flow of soul
live from the cut as she licks it up
morph from ordinary lovely flower
to strange hideous fire
and writhing mime
4/16/19
4/15/19
I write for you
because I will never have you
So this is everything
and nothing at all
beginnings are here
endings are here
where I bloom
radiate
decay
I can not touch
but I write the word... touch
and feel every part of you
rough to smooth
welcomed torture
wishing for an hour
of holding you
happiness, no
instead
another poem
and a lifetime
of suffering
4/14/19
Sometimes Love
Sometimes love is a cautious character
playing her first part in a play
Sometimes sitting on a well-worn bench
in a park
watching the leaves blow by
Sometimes love floats around like a secret
Each whisper tells it in a different way
Sometimes there are no words for love at all
Just a smile from a beautiful woman
4/12/19
The Dog-Rose And The Parma Violet
Outside my window
the second-story tree and the sounds of the city
( blackbirds & dumptrucks )
A child like a butterfly fluttering in the breeze
dances in the grass,
Her soul like a fire willfully contained
and then set free,
I remember that energy as if it were my own;
She laughs
and her laughter becomes a part of me,
She smiles
and suddenly I feel myself smiling,
She tosses her hair back and leans towards a flower...
Whom do you love or lust for this hour?
I know you have wilderness inside that silence
Come out and show me,
In all of your brilliance!
Trust in your fears
and you will surprise them,
I know you have it in you
Your disguises are beautiful.
Outside my window a storm approaching,
Its' chill-gray shadow devouring the land;
A child from a flower raises her head,
Looks up while wiping loose hair from her face.
I saw her shine - it was fading away,
The same way a love-song will slip out of memory
when love is abused;
I remember'd it once
and ran like a child afraid of the pain.
She laughs like a thief before the theft,
A child as only a child can be in the rain
... How it feels to be naked!
She twitches the first few times her skin is struck,
She laughs at the way it tickles,
She feels more freedom in this than when the sunshine
hugs her skin with warmth.
A raindrop's a funny thing she says,
It'll find the places noone has found.
Outside my window an image of you
drops like a rainbow from cloud to ground.
I sit back and wonder what your smile would look like
I sit back and wonder what your smile would look like
if my pen were a paintbrush
and this paper were canvas,
Such beauty is often the simplest thing
like a smile makes a woman
or a word makes a poem.
... I love you ...
Not the way a man would hold you
and touch you and kiss you
and tell you that he loves you,
Such a man would whisper his love to the deaf
or promise his heart to a concubine;
Rather I love you as I love the child
who leans towards a flower and laughs in the rain...
Love can be felt so many different ways;
I think of you
again
I love you!
4/11/19
- a trip through the outlines
When we have visions
& apparitions
the mind outside itself is f re e
Chem+i+c=al creatures carrying cryptic codes
FUCK in s Tra Nge belongings
W=e akwire u 4 alien birth
& dissem^inate our silver s o u l s for wisdom
? Which of you will fulfill a dream...
4/10/19
Into
Can you see out your window
O bless'd night !
As the voyeur slips by
the movie changes scenes
And then i saw Innocence
dancing in a ring of fire
And the sparks were like
white-tigers leaping
And the crowd threw their hands up
each time a tiger bit her
And her blood, like the flag
that waved overhead,
Gave proof through the night.
i tell you this
... god is not happy
And the angel he gave to you
is flying away!
you're a waste of good flesh,
a good cause for the coming
of the 2nd human cleansing
... let the rains begin!
This stain on my cheek
looks like a tear
because
- well
because it is
.
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