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Poetry:


Pancake Stomach Ache

I am an artist
With a stomach ache
Oh, how I ache and ache and ache
With punch kisses
Bursting out of my birthday
Pancake

Only I see it in you
You beautiful
Sun of a boy
I would write
For Ever
On the topic
Of a stomach ache
From a Punch Kiss
Of my birthday
Pancake






Jasmine Absolute

Sweet fragrance of jasmine absolute
Fill me up with your love
I am lifted and vibrating in your ecstasy
Punch kiss to my face
And now
All over my body
Punch kiss me free
Let me be me
And I will honor you
With the essence of
Being free
Because freely being is
Freeing yourself
From your freaful dream
Now breathe
In the jasmine absolute
Fill up and fly away

Fill up and fly away
Sweet bird
Drop away all mundane matter
For that is not what you are
Silly silly punch kiss
Had to hit you again
As you rise
Give thanks
And pray again
To find the light
In the new day






Twisted up

I am twisting my legs so
You can’t come in
I want to be left alone
And I want you to leave
Please don’t tell me
Your heart
Is in here with me
Because I can’t find it
All twisted up
Until you finally
Let me breathe





Unwravelled

Snapping threads
Makes my ears pop
Click clicking
Of my teeth
Shattering my skull

Skull - a blast
Big bang banging
My head against
The glass

Out of breath
Short
Wheezy
Short
Tight
Panicked

In the slip
Of a moment
The needle pokes
Its way through
I am too shattered
Too peiced
To be healed

The threads break
Always snapping
Hard against
My head
And I shatter again
Over
Until I am dust








Florida

Here I am Here I am
Bleached dry
Drunken in the
Sun bath of my life

Atop the ripples
Float my tears
Like oil on water
Separate and aching
Waiting to become
A part of the whole

As inevitable as it is
I am here I am here
Translucently stretching
Violently setting my
Boundaries

unaware that they are already
Made for me
my tears are made stuck
To the sound of merging waves
Forever my eyes tied to the tide

Now here I am
I am here
wallowing swallowing
following the sun bath
of my life

 


State of the Nation My Mind

No one understands
the pain of this train
All sunbathing rats
All bleached, drunken brats

 

 

Punch Kiss Darkness

Punch Kiss darkness
like a black flower peony
fluff and pomp
pump up my love
this black starlet
shines holes into my heart
nothingness into my mouth

A breath of you leaves me
empty and crawling
heaving heavy
i am weepy
in my sleepyness
with all these
punch kiss peonies
surrounding my darkened glow

Glow no more do i
but rather eminate my
sorrow and slip on my tears

Please save me from these black beauties They are sucking on bleaching me out confusing my awareness

Of my heart
I never dreampt of such
a heavyness to take hold
from one that which represents
an aspect of the purest essence?

I have level confusion
Darkness to light not
light to dark
Although a false expression,
t’was an effortful lesson