I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
February 9, 2017
4 R selves : in forage elven glen iron horsed swath rich air
Chronos=culls=chalice bones being such
as bottom feeding comfortable security :
We R carp
day 2 night ether
birth role death
inside glass
concentric breaths ...
languages :
organ articulate dreams
seek the night
2 fight a seedy apocalypse
it's an elliptical heavy drinker
a feted fetid fomenter
it's a rancid roiling slow ruin ...
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the hidden code works have been trip wired
led lights fights inside the molecules
atomic cats empty electron shacks
we R now rolled bones
strolling skin
walking soul
art & avail ...
sail cloth wedding gowns U swore never to wear
without leather platform calf boots
that matched Your mood doom
when any joy to doom mood struck
such is Life with Love rife
with hidden instant karma birth moments ...
in a ribbon-ed vein
of just in case of emergency, You siren me, pleas of
please break My mother fucking glass
& free My soul, U dig happenstance? ...
the poem ends Winter again
conifer low tide, rain & beaches
viral creations
reaches like dolls we make
spoken into wholly
whole from holey again
We eventually did
run mules
over bridges
in that crept Spring
in that nearing distance
of a future poem
and its pulse membranes
a wet snow
thunder We huddled
beneath instead
bloom, blanket. bled ...
EJR ©
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