a LARGE poem

if you suppose life

     is a lady with full

lips

     all Liquor is Water

   Freckles in December

A comatose heart

     Hangs by a slender thread

       Rattles inside my chest

Velcro’s dawn: oblique & rough

 

   Immortality is the death of all

  Our Winter thoughts

 

Give the gypsy your love

    To conceive a garden of peonies

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Demented children

    Stare at the Moon

With melancholy minds

   Liquefy those who can’t breathe

Fickle Friends gather around

Decrepit thoughts

    Somewhere between

Bergamot Winters and

                          Cigarette butts

Skinshape - Oracolo (2015) full album

sun i want to sip

as virgins 

         weep by my graveside-

roses sprout- new life

   violet honeys u c k l e

 glistens-   sits

atop my lips-

rosemary orphans,

soggy cavities, 

     indigo tissue,

larger than life-

   dock your boat

on this isthmus,

nevertheless-

winter  s a g e 

always 

soothes the mind 

of the Priest 

#37

as my osseous

   h e a r t 

  slowly sinks

to oblivion 

            seventy nuns

take my dreams

and hoard them

letting them

rot and smell 

         as June Bugs

create a Hell

an inlet 

for all North American

Bugs-

      a pail full of tears

i've been carrying around

for fucking years-

  it's time to 

   let summer soak and 

mosquitoes m o a n

  as i gaze 

three alligator 

       babies appear

    "good day 

                  sir" 

mowing my love

   harvest the

feelings left

in my gut

soggy marrow

  b e t w e e n

lost love

nuclear lust 

love that once 

had a definition

dule pistols

   don't make 

you stronger-

  midst the 

madness

  conscious 

beehives 

produce sweet cedar

for my lips have 

been naked 

far too long

orphans scream

while 

eternal virgins

weep

 sun(light) control

a crippled moon

   fog and bergamot

 fill this dusty air-

nocturnal dreams

   days in between

years with sixty-seven

 Sundays

June Bugs 

meet me at the 

mailbox-  

  my neighbor and her 

snake eyes- resurrect

the feelings 

for a sad Spring

that starts

at the ground

and rattles my bones

enough 

    to destroy the 

levee-

   cotton cottages

 and alligator allies

my love belongs

to the old man on 

     Main Street 

smoke and tears

 i married a

woman with

marsupial 

    manners

  (love blind)

crippled heart

i pass off to the

Raven- 

sixty-seven

bones to this 

skeleton and 

i still dream of 

Winter Worms

and forbidden

Juniper-

taste the 

rotting words

that sit on

his slick mouth.

warrior

of words- 

nothing but a 

  blank stare 

to offer-

i hoard

 my feelings 

as i show my 

fangs

seeds and bookmarks

if life came with a map 

what would love really  be?

would we feel the bark 

      with our fingertips  ( the same )?

would we be able to see 

    the clouds around the Coyote Moon?

does anything smell?

days go by- like flies

on the wall

i need direction

i wish for a map

but most of the other days 

a map isn't necessary

march

please don't try to kill me

because i'm already dead

a stone that sinks

deep in this chest

as my bones rattle

this heart rarely beats

please don't try to kill me 

cus 

i'm already dead

please don't try

with a pencil to the head

and a gun to the eye

nothing 

seems brighter 

than this 

grey sky

Cody Simpson - Captain's Dance With The Devil (Official Video)

This young man is goin' to die
Cursed as soon as he saw the sky

poem

an assassin of 

the gloom night-

slit the sky 

with her knife

before sunrise

 short skirts, bruised knees

kissed by an angel

fresh rain hits the 

fire that crackles on the yellow

moon

queen bee dreaming

i belong in a world with 

my king 

and a crescent moon

    dress me in silver

         feed me to wolves

i belong in a world 

with my king 

      and 

endless magic love

      bathe my soul in a 

          vase full of gold 

no one can hold this heart

i belong in a world 

with my

king

color blind

by the love

we once had.

tears

a sensitive soul

death haunted

by honesty 

and reality

poem

beating backyard bugs

to death

just to ease pain

we've held inside

the moonlight leads us to

 dance on top of 

the river

daydreams

slick and shiny

like the belly

of gibran's fish

mini (pocket) poem 6

night, quiet

was killing the 

   Queen 

                     as i stood

at the foot of 

this tree, 

   alone.

poem

the men try to dream-

  only to chase the 

opossum down the river

like a late father

  (dead)(DEAD)

the moon sneaks over 

mountains and begins

      to illuminate

the river rocks

the water gently 

sliding, 

   rushing past 

  each stone, 

each rock

zig zag

sinking our feet into the night sky

running from fear 

                         with a knife in hand

to seek out freedom 

to make the blues red again

   skeletons laugh 

 as Lee runs by

screaming: 

"it's noon, it's noon!"

the lunch bell rang 

 and it began to rain..

deadly eyes that whisper

she had the hands of her mother

   ((loving))

killing babies 

   drowning their

immature thoughts, before

formations occurred in 

their 

  young minds.

#23

i begged my mother 

to watch as i jumped

off the deep end

circling around- i 

couldn't' take the 

hurricane winds

any longer- 

her eyes made of cotton

      to push through

                     the violent sea

river funerals

i dreamt of a time

where i dragged 

my whole family 

down 

in one line

     DEAD.

in a burlap sack

the River Funeral

has just begun

poem

eternal as a flower

my soul grows

as you walk in the

room 

          your gold light

ignites my broken

heart

poem

you don't want to 

love me-

it's more than the 

Devil can handle- 

LIQUOR LICENSE

submerge my mind 

with past time

  old tales, old men

wooden spoons spewed all over the floor

city killing folks

prepare for war

the Cold War tells 

horror 30 years older than 

my Papa

under the dirt earth ground

lets drink til we turn sick

and sing til dawn 

before the earth told me

my purpose

i almost gave a dead man

my body

Amy Winehouse - Riverside studios Hammersmith London 10th Feb 2008.

the conception of time

(creation)

wrapped around
empty doors that shine in the night

women that see men in the black sky even when the sun don’t rise

the bark from the trees lifted ever so softly

leaves crawl up vines that twist and turn

 begin to choke out years of life just to hang loose

everywhere to the left I see poppies, red poppies

the field is glistening

the golden horizon behind it

golden thing

Fiona Apple: “Hot Knife” (Official Music Video)

i could only love her
in her sleep
precious like time afraid of the
storm

precious like stones
on the rivers floor

cascade the overwhelming
    need for
screams have laid me to rest
when my mother could not

ceramic skin

    bullet hole eyes

a mouth that blooms

Fiona Apple - Sleep to Dream

..

destroying the
notion
to love
before the sun
again touches
my tender
mouth
when the
roots
reach the
bottom
no where else
to feel
at home
with rain on
the way
please
take
the
long way home

poem

feelings of our past

  collide with new ideas
new love,

        new us

when we could laugh
    we run in the rain

 to come
home to
warm blankets

to cuddle for endless
summer nights

we followed the train tracks to the
river

where we both found our place
and shared the Wolf Moon

i remember looking in
your brown eyes

      and smiling

Alanis Morissette - Head Over Feet (Official Video)

poem

white a as a pearl
    the leather on her chest
opens to a heart
harder than stone
with fire
       to catch
the leaves drop s l o w l y.

transforming into illusions
    only to whisper away the months
 for moths are on their way

winter white covering my 
mind's thoughts,
 racing towards the full moon

only to drop precious time 
on the cemetery floor 

 

Drown the minds

   Of the people

Who feed lies

   To helpless children

With a weak mind

  Only to suffice

For GODS whom

  Don’t exist

Children

 Racing

Their minds cling

to

    shallow

sounds

    their fathers made

When the dinner bell rang

With the hot sidewalk, the sun melts

   Into time that turns to

Blood

 That is found

Smeared across the dawn

the rivers cry when 
                love is in the air
when the seasons change
back and forth like a strong
wind 

The Rain Song - Jimmy Page & Robert Plant

 my inspiration

    Elizabeth S. Ellis

sept 30, 1927 – may 4, 2020

Publisher of the 
     Journal Inquirer Newspaper Company 

located in Manchester CT

     

 

mrs. e in the press room

J.I. Publisher Elizabeth Ellis, fifth from left in front row, with other newspaper publishers at a conference in the 1970's 

THE ONLY WOMAN AT THE CONFERENCE

Hung above

   Stars dangle below

The earth     subtle

   Delicate

  Found where two

Rivers meet

 

With the sound of the wave

 

                 the taste of the sun

 

The moon will sleep well tonight

baby poem

we can't take the

silence

but 

silence  

can take US 

sleeping in the 

blind field

smart

eyes 

everywhere 

watching this

sunrise 

slaughter 

  the sky's mind

poem

back when the 

  devil could feel

rain

 the roads 

the fog

reptiles walk across

this bridge

before me

the nun 

sins

untitled

voices of the colored women

scream to shore

every eternal wound

every eternal morning

with the moaning moon

only to wake the wicked

children crying in the fields

fathers dying at war

falling into the oceans

grab him by his heart

and let the song sing on

Miley Cyrus - I Would Die For You (Live)

And like the grass, I've watched us grow

dancing on the
   table top
     lightly

  the sun hits
my fingers

  and i finally
find the will

to  write
   again

isolated love 
just to make up
   for what

when  September's 
 rain is tall
                   er
                   than new york city

taken in by the sound of the
night


the black, the steady 
hum

    praying  on cigarettes and 
nights we can 
make love 
just to watch the moon 

cry

Have dreams in my pocket

Not my fault you are weak

For weeks and can’t feel your

Feet.  NUMB.
 Men
who stare at the TV
eat the scrum from the ocean
just to feel pain cus nothing
else seems to 
make sense in their 
lopsided brain 

i never want to say goodbye

to the real love 

   that's finally in my life

every smile 

    the tears that spill

from my eyes

sedated 

from within

   

frozen in this moment

frozen in our time

    

Run

real wood

beneath our winter
skies
we can grow


twist and reach
             i love you

i can't believe there was a time 
   where i would lie 

 to myself 
to my heart 
to my      b r a i n


   thinking my soul was at fault

 but my mother called and said 
  
     nothing is wrong and i'm allowed 
to hold my bleeding heart in my 
palm 

if i want

not a man
not a woman

can tell me how to treat
 a broken heart


until you feel my pain 

take your eyes for a walk 
              before it 

                             rains

ruby eyes
   so mesmerized


nothing more than this
   my teeth feel great


                      (BLACKJACK)
against your knees

   can't act a fool, when in fact
 you started the house fire

which witch

cover your eyes from my scars
 for your soul can't
            handle the truth
rob me from my
           old miseries
but this old heart can still love

emerald blood, but still empty
    obviously colorblind but
can still feel the thorns

                      of this black rose
    i should've known when the rain didn't
touch your skin,

   ....when the spring brought snow

i should've realized you weren't him

  when the sun didn't set and the moon
couldn't rise,

 i shouldn't known

the pain
my heart was feeling

was real

   

i'm done crawling
   in the mud
   wet knees

for dead love

my chest rattles
   my heart swells

bleeding blue blood
    the spell is now broken

can't ask for something
undone,
       untangled thoughts
mingling with the
feeling of a
surrendering soul

  time
negotiates the lies (that
live )             and all i can
ask for now is the
truth



  only to drag my teeth
across a mouth that

   once lived

under my Wolf Moon
 

holding my dreams

tight in my left pocket

sewing realities within

years of living
picking through
thoughts that live
in this brain


only to disappoint

my   late  father

gripping a dozen
  (dead)   roses
 your doorbell


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river rushing 

could it be me

am i changing

like the leaves 

in fall 

??

before spring

the smell of snow

    so pure

white

is this old me done?

i thought our love was a 

dream

....

can't grow a garden without sun

take a pin to the eye

nothing 

can make you feel

like this 

you were always 
trying to force me to 
eat even when i 
wasn't hungry

writing because ryan told me to