Friday, August 26, 2016

August 26, 2016 (T) (Tr)

(T) (Tr)

The Overtaking

we met along the path
that day of shared direction
she running fast past
before in pause for me to catch
and apprehend the portent

and it was in that rest i did delay her
one short breath by word the more (disturbed)

such are fleeting steps of love
made of haste and great dispatch
paced in measures sure
on the way beyond the end

Friday, August 19, 2016

August 19, 2016 (Tr)


lies of currency for omens
and poems of portent prophecy
are but the dire desires of a dying knell
speaking well their truth for change
for what is said today
is not the same tomorrow
content loses context
in just a generation
each succession succeeds
in exceeding the excesses
of the previous spelled excuses
of redefining lies

Saturday, August 13, 2016

August 13, 2016 (T) (LVer)

(T) (LVer)

clinical rhythmical beats
flush a draining tempo pale unpulsed

out of the ambient bent harshness
of my unrehearsed mind
my unwashed wish unharnessed
is to whisper unhushed
this one uncorrupted thought

before the sensation of throb surceases
flat line repulsed

("He has entered into my heart a bit of happiness that I know the cause of")(LVer)

Friday, August 5, 2016

August 05, 2016 (T)


in direct oppositional tabboo
to societal crocheted crotchets
i cut myself freely that i may love you
unjudged holding no guilt before god
let my paralytic lyrics lick your crotch
for this is but an inkling my lolita
my L amor of a numb cum-cum-becoming

Friday, July 29, 2016

July 29, 2016 (Tr)


Let the Reader Understand

he's a faux
as in fee fi
far from fa so la
more attuned to do
to be the foe
free to lyric lick
and spell alike
sick elixirs of liquid ills
whose distilates of desolation
sweetly swallowed
flaw and kill

Saturday, July 23, 2016

July 22, 2016 (X) (L) (Tr) (LVer)

(X) (L) (Tr) (LVer)

he's a red buck roe
stag and strange
and stranger
standing still
he hears my voice
he hears my call
and comes in run
antlered down
and branching
rutting musk
on rotting leaves
leaving love for me
softly scented
centered i see

("When he takes me into his arms,"
 He speaks to me softly
 and I see life through rose-colored glasses")(LVeR)

Friday, July 15, 2016

July 15, 2016 (Dt) (T)

(Dt) (T)

you're a predictable psychotic
predicated on your reliability
but psychiatry can only diagnose so much
after all i'm not a grammarian
no matter how much graham i eat
i can't diagram a subjective case
or puzzle piece poetry
that's for you to decide to decipher
that's for you to reconstruct

I, a symbolic syphilitic sperm whale beached
turn my eye to the sandman