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

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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