business?
What is business to Poetry?
It is bitter metal to Sweet Earth.
sickly fluorescence to Blazing Sun.
business? business?! That's what you do in the bathroom;
it should take, like, two minutes.
Poetry is the soul speaking!
Poetry is the blood breathing!
And you let business, business, take priority.
Then you have no Business with Poetry.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Orange Acid
Lust is feeling like Orange juice
viscous acid Throat
sticky with Thirst
the rind of Lips
open to the jewel Tongue
and the Stomach pulp
burns the heart
Orange juice drips down the Chin
seeping into the Skin
Orange with Want
peels Eyes in surprise
delicious
We gulp you
until we’re sick
viscous acid Throat
sticky with Thirst
the rind of Lips
open to the jewel Tongue
and the Stomach pulp
burns the heart
Orange juice drips down the Chin
seeping into the Skin
Orange with Want
peels Eyes in surprise
delicious
We gulp you
until we’re sick
The stars have broken
The stars have broken
every wish.
Every desire distant.
Every desire dark.
each spark
seen
seen only.
Never touched, never felt.
Imagined fire
conjured every-one
only to show that
all is blackness.
The stars have broken
every wish.
every wish.
Every desire distant.
Every desire dark.
each spark
seen
seen only.
Never touched, never felt.
Imagined fire
conjured every-one
only to show that
all is blackness.
The stars have broken
every wish.
Heavy Universe
Heavy universe
Upon my soul
Heavy, heavy
It heaves
When will it leave?
Microwave me red
Radio the ground back
Make the dark matter
i am no
Atlas
When will we
collapse
Upon my soul
Heavy, heavy
It heaves
When will it leave?
Microwave me red
Radio the ground back
Make the dark matter
i am no
Atlas
When will we
collapse
Without Cover
A book without cover
Known by what is Written—
not binding;
no hiding—
but
Ready to Be Read
Known by what is Written—
not binding;
no hiding—
but
Ready to Be Read
With skin, build:
the water’s will
the fire’s light
the wind’s way
the rock’s might
the air’s care
the earth’s right
the plant’s part
the sky’s height
the sun’s certainty
the plenty of the universe
And
with such skin
Spirit wins
the fire’s light
the wind’s way
the rock’s might
the air’s care
the earth’s right
the plant’s part
the sky’s height
the sun’s certainty
the plenty of the universe
And
with such skin
Spirit wins
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Ash is Soon
Ash is Soon
dusty tears
from the brief fire.
Blaze White.
Be the Strongest Light.
the Warmest Bright.
So even gone
still in God’s sight
ash will
burn
dusty tears
from the brief fire.
Blaze White.
Be the Strongest Light.
the Warmest Bright.
So even gone
still in God’s sight
ash will
burn
Might
maybe, may Be
maybe strong
or
may Be Right
maybe should
Or
may Be Good
dusky might—
dark or Light?
which might mine?
Maybe May Be
maybe strong
or
may Be Right
maybe should
Or
may Be Good
dusky might—
dark or Light?
which might mine?
Maybe May Be
Sinful Skin
Scream as
I scour you
Scathe you
Scald you
And still
You scorn the penance paid
Scarce my prayers are made
You betray me.
The scourge is within.
I cannot win.
I scour you
Scathe you
Scald you
And still
You scorn the penance paid
Scarce my prayers are made
You betray me.
The scourge is within.
I cannot win.
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