Soulless Creatures

Seattle:
The Space Needle from below looked so tall

I closed my eyes fearing it might fall

Washington, DC:

From behind the black fence

White House looked so imposing

I felt it was approaching

San Diego:

In San Diego zoo I watched a lion

in its enclosure

sick or sleeping doing nothing

then finally a yawn

Las Vegas:

At Palms the Demon With Bowl

bent down with a terrible cracking

and I stepped into the yawning hole

where its head had been and I let go

into the darkness of its soul.

The dead. But grieve they not.

The dead. But grieve they not.
And tears would drown their rot.
But us that breathe must grieve.
And us that grieve should breathe.
Inside I’m dead, shall never weep.
And fearing dreams I never sleep.
In fluid pain, I'm not afloat.
The desert in me needs no boat.
Alone and stiff, my island dry.
My stars appear blurry and bright.
Tonight the stars I hear them cry.
I dipped my toes in tears from skies
that poured like rain in my own eyes,
into my soul so close to rot,
my body its burial plot.

Punisher

I'm notorious
For punishing my mouth
Loving is easy
except myself
This thing here is my throat
disfigured by fury
Hear the agony in my voice
Despair everts my soul
Luckily too numb to moan
When I'm morose I think
I must be physically sick
That makes it easier perhaps
Very sorry if you're amongst
those who've felt what I mean.

Life's Monorail

Is there a chance the track could bend?
A chance our fates have long been penned?
A chance that hearts would fail to mend?
A chance our meanings won't transcend?
A chance our lives will not extend?
A chance our souls will not ascend?
A chance we've failed to comprehend?
A chance this really is the end?
Is there a chance, my Hindu friend?

At Last to Feel Regret for Having Killed

At last to feel regret for having killed
myself, flesh and soul, systematically
over the years, though slowly and with care;
to peel that onion, drill through the numbness,
discovering jagged fossils of rage;
with surgical precision discharging
the ancient grief blocked by congested pain;
to find the core of self-flagellation
concealed within a fog, now lifting, rain
soaking my face, to bless me, thus washing
away the guilt and loss, dissolve their chain.

Safe in the Face of Visions of the Wild

May you one day be born and live and die 
inside a cherished flesh and soul and mind,   
in loving places too, in loving times,
while safely facing wildest of the sights;  
for life's a grand adventure, too the sun,
the seeing eyeball of the pirate who 
adorned in azure, swings his sword of lights 
at times with loudest of the roars
that daily spies your unarmed morning bed 
and yet you sail waves of drama unharmed.

Love

In a vase
Love arose.
Love, the dirt.
Love, the rose.

Love in space.
Love in time.
Love in "not."
Love in "I'm."

Love, the name.
Love, the bounds.
Love, the taste.
Love, the sounds.

Love, inside.
Love, out there.
Love, to be.
Love, as care.

Love is safe.
Love is hushed.
Love is dared.
Love is rushed.

Love, to get.
Love, to give.
Love is long.
Love is live.

Love is old.
Love is teens
Love is ends.
Love is means.

Love in flesh.
Love in soul.
Love that lacks.
Love is whole.
 

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Love of eyes.
Love of lips.
Love of curves.
Love of hips.

Love the scents
Love the chests.
Love the beards.
Love the breasts.

Love that lures.
Love confessed.
Love that woos.
Love undressed.

Love, you need.
Love, I must.
Love, you crave.
Love, I lust.

Lovemaking.
Lovemaking.
Lovemaking.
Lovemaking.

love   p  u  l  s  a  t  e  s
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love red white

Love, in bed.
Love, each breath.
Love, in sky.
Love, till death.

Love is pledged.
Love, with dread.
Love, engaged.
Love is wed.

Love is mine.
Love is yours.
Love, kisses.
Love, the chores.

Love, the spell.
Love, achieved.
Love, labor.
Love, conceived.

Love, revealed:
Love, from womb.
Love, that lives.
Love, to tomb.

Love of babes.
Love wiggles.
Love that coos.
Love giggles.

Love of play.
Love, explores.
Love of toys.
Love, all fours.

Love, their dolls.
Love, car toys.
Love, our girls.
Love, our boys.


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Love we fake.
Love we lie.
Love we sell.
Love we buy.

Love we use.
Love we waste.
Love we wound.
Love we base.

Love you faced.
Love you fought.
Love you failed.
Love you, not. 

Love you held.
Love you veiled.
Love you walled.
Love you jailed.

Love you left.
Love you forced.
Love we took.
Love, divorced.

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I


Ache for love.
Bawl for love.
Pray for love.
All‒for love.

Love I feel.
Love I do
Love I be.
Love I you.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

I asked love:
What am I
now to do? 
Whispered Love:

"Like your love.
Love your love.
Live your love.
Lavish love.

Once is love.
One is love.
Oath is love.
Old is love.

Visit love.
Vouch for love.
Voice your love.
Vote for love.

Every love.
Earthly love.
Earnest love.
Easy love.

Look for love.
Opt for love.
Value love.
End with love."

Love I love.
Love your love.
Love for love.
Love with love.


Love loves love.
Love loves love.

Love loves

Love.

Love loves

Love.




Love.  Love.  Love.


Love,





love

Short Poems #1-2

I live inside a box I've formed of sounds 
of letters—meaning-making music, bounds 
of human-living—written (voiced), to rhyme
and rhythm.

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Existence: Side effect of death, decay.
So many never birthed; but birthed, all die.
Thus life is fall from death; but death is whole.
Death is the soul; and life, entombed remains. 

Voice

I crammed the words in tight iambic feet.
"Speak in feet or hold your peace," so addressed
me then, a voice like mine‒but one distressed.     
I speak in pain, of loss and rage that eat
my bones, at night; each day, fatigue my heart,
they twist my soul...and drain my love‒"Silence!"
said the raising voice relentlessly, roared,
"I guard your heart and soul.  This pain you'll not
contain without my aid, your rage impairs
all your sense, so fear emotions unchecked...."

Silently out the words I let, freely roam, 
atop my pain galloped we past meadows in rain,
the air had bled seventeen quarts of cherry tart, 
the cawing ink (heaven-spilled, erased by time),  
directed me, my face (tear-soaked), home.