Atop of limbs it spitsAtop there is no kingNo fear of papas y mamasOf sway of sueñosNo el temor de diosNo fear of dreamRipening hard as it sitsIt dripsDel triste La fruita is la cimaThe top is la creamaThe nobility the loftThe U bend the troughA Hangman’s juiceIt weeps Melancholia is the diseaseThe top is […]
Arrested by a metaphorStruggling with a commadoreTaken by a simile(Well, it obviously smiled back at me)A period set out in the end to end meUntil I accepted the verb’s proposal “to be”A dash bolted between, blindsiding a hyphenCracking up the words absent mindedMy SVO wont OSV that OSP!An adjective went object doing its own geometryA […]
I was Here Navel Here Flying Alpha-sporadically Aero-degradingly Pa-TRAM annulmen-atingly Down Square up-un-rootingly Sand surf-obeisant-ly Non un-in-here-rant-ly Down Detox & Rest Lotta rungs [Insert] [foot] [skip] [hand] [foot] [hand] [foot] [slip] Press Into LIN GUA This My Space No (is)(are) reverb (((echo)))(((ing))) Space No (ex)(pect)(tation) Affixing Space A L O T T A R […]
The last song sung as one rings into the new year is Robert Burns’ Auld Lang Syne (1788). Old Long Since is a song about never forgetting old friends. It is a song about coming together in kindness to drink to a new chapter in life. Robert Burns’ inspiration came from an old ballad. Now, […]
The Art Man You’d think four in the morning You’d be dormir, dirge on, deep in sleep Dreaming teatime in Spring avec les saints But not in Van Gogh’s paint Not all die wounded, some die in their head Bleeding the last of everything all la rage over Paris Bleeding self-sweeps oeuvres d’art with color […]
One nightWe take baitEris and the FatesLike fish we waitLike fish we gulpStar shapesWe drink airAris-sophic-airWe sip mistMeta-sophic-mistNo blade can layDown a FateWe look high ‘n lowFor SocratesWe burn lightsTo form the shapesWe grieve painTo alleve the shadesWe burn woodFor wood to snapWe melt iceFor ice to lapWhat burns off night?If not solipsismWhat burns off […]
Nourishment, in Man’s DreamIs bloodThe recourse, the bulletReckoning the floodMother’s milk,The sacrificeBecomes the baneDrink and eat of fleshRepeat, repeat again…In a way, blood overjoyedIs un-neededA-holinessOutside un-holinessIs in-holinessWhy bleed the bade, the goody goodwifeThe rosy cheek, the spit or songWhy bleed the doveWhen one can smirkWhy bleed in bane,When we have milkHumility, in one Man’s DreamLed […]
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