i did windowboxes this yr and more stuff to edit

“This Started Out As A Jesus Pome”


there are so many astonished

angel wings

o studded child
leaching  swings
dreamy white
&
throwing explosive tucks
at the untucked

moon light

you will halo your sun-mousse
breathless

wear a lizard’s fragile skitter
like legs  just to

smuggle graves

down streets of litter


;;



and u were dressed like a parking circulator

< to park the dead? the s-matrix? >

putting up time in the garage

< putting out? >

my body is viral. remember?

< lol. a secret hot cough.
 my sultry horizon >

pulsing surveillance. mouth & cocoon.

< guilt alley >

just marketing the river’s lips

< compasses.  rolling.   bail. >

blooming blind downloads

< do u like talking in code? >

stapled dizzy


< armored important. *smile* >

sailing neon  kisses 2u

..

he not gonna wear a big ole ghillie tie just gonna e Jack U late
in his own slip and slide

hey team
your boy is live feed
on his way to being a real big deal
he say he will buy the whole
 crystal choir
& bag the bitches that tire
because they just won’t retire

fire in the dash
ash on the cash
kreepn in they butt
ham-around sound
really
?
b serious
is your knife a phallic symbol
tell the truth as i
roll
core aluminum
and we ridn in your latest
4 ton steal packn snow missile
i’m next to u in nothing but noho jewelery
boy
what ice-snap fash-trash

~~~  sigh ~~~
i’m gonna change my nom de plume, to yung paris

..

"aww, I have to go now  : ( “
after your eyes close
i watch lights stream across your face
like a silent waterfall
of something right
from a motel 6
not mere Kusama polka-dots

we stuck our hearts in tubes
and locked them in the trunk
you were kinda drunk and said
drive

listen
the skies are chokin’
another overdosed ocean

.

"work on later"
love turmoil &
rampant trolling
in the nike outlet

the camera clicks
lightning-fire
but
you have on
the auto correct

eye

& smile one of your
  innumerable ivory intensities

we’re somewhere on the border of planet LA
forgotten street people
forever jammed
in the country’s spyware
flame encrypted
sad flapping of wings

you tell me that i have a look:
very dreams

we eat at a
chinese restaurant
paper streamers
darkly dangle over our table and
a cracked
koi tank 
//////

 



“hot jungian paladiner”
temporarily holed up in the foreboding castle
far above the subject/s &
behind the wing-dings of nothing
i hate those in-between azalea girls
with their
 funky
young
wanna
radiance
they make me feel old


*

imma play Kid Charlemagne

 look for poems to cut

see lights in the fire

dying

my life - a
burning pile of paper

idk

**

one potato
two

gonna make coffee and
be mithraic and things

test - i think i figuredout what is wrong with this page, i turned off the translation feature and i think it is a little better

anyway. . gonna post a bunch of stuff to work on sometime soon i hope. and i have pics! i finally got some living room furniture! FREE! and i am excited! 
pic one

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thru the glitch

we see you moving like a panther
personality 1
plus 3
across the parallel

to soul-kiss everything contra
to wake up another amerika
your mouth
the advantage
of pressed  juicery
never flat line subscriptions
so important like no bleach in the sway
& the feed for 7 - 11
so not new
so you fly
in the darkness
a pop-up for the pull-off
your yes-mates draw blue
hearts on a window
your t-shirt says
eat fruit - au naturel

in the courtyard: a splash of pavonazzo

tired of the fountain’s gushing mouth

a bird who speaks only ghost

body and cement

in some rhinestone narrative

a sun flies through darkness

**

we get
shadow
left-overs
and are okay with it

the short-handed distance

of our shared alley physics
move our feet like fast clouds

sometimes
it irritates me
the realization of

you can’t erase or blow up
what was never there

if i could paint i would paint the joke in peacock colors
on the side of a quail

..

a fleck in the crumble
but no cookie was found

swirling

in the mermaid’s mouth

a laughing leash

> ready rain is the behemoth of our time <

discourse masks your dark inflection

you really never talk
you just hand me weird lines


**

drafts are sometimes my sanctuary
to be ripped and broken

> another classic

cauldron “I” poem <

just finished the night with more dark space
crashed another small diagram
listening for day

..

hurry up it's getting scary in here
 

strutting thru predawn
the landscape rolling with rot shock
i am wearing my pale satin pinion rack
my roses all over you
my lovely retune
my roses all over you
up along the skies
the never scores of beyond
here
let’s piano that smile
dye fossils irreparable
we pass the language rivers
we pass little miss grey
even her awkward is divine
waking our heart with a drop
waking in the stream of leaping fish
the sheared tones of children
needling bliss

..

your dabs fill my cracks

 

maybe we’ll dine @ The Rain Dog
wear cloaks
sit under the
painted-on-the-wall
savior tree
our laughter
uninhibited
even if just for a while
the white rush of vodka
breath

>not sure what flavor is trending right now<

&

all your wishes swallow air

roughly

in the midnight
the depths are best
for breaking through this

i used to write a lot about being drunk
and getting laid
now i just wear glow-in-the-dark
heels and swivel over the shipwrecked
in due time
i’ll see you
smoking your e-cig
trying to hold
together
another network of hip-rip
faces
wavy on the surface
souls
thin
in their coats

..

idk

i’m not a bird
& i hate face-hook
i’m stuck in clono-pin
city
sky-lining wishes
and on spotify they say there is a hot dog you can trust
idk
tragedy eve to the sleeper:
you seem like you are going thru some sort of mid-life crisis

here, have an email bracelet

are you drinking your meme
because the jokes on you

yep. a mammoth morning - that’s my style

and you keep your killing regime in the relish

what do you promise those little girls

txt balloons?

u r pieces of stone
turned
because i am frightened by the four
shadowy
edges

here is where you are late
because it is the pale things

in the window

i gaze back at myself

truth is ivory breath

i spend all day
not
thinking

about killing

but

i think about
how i wish people would die -
just jump off
some stupid cliff or ledge
already
then i make a grumpy cat
face
to my own reflection

cut it up more:

& hang the taut
grey-framed
Atlantic

because i like my oceans -
museum-ed

my suspended traps
glinting
dark
against the invisible

finger

tip

far
away
the minutes
are like
loose
rain

the dusk gathers
in corners

38. abandonment found in a footprint' by Tasha

    wide outlandish drops
    fall in
    the softest of you
    a softness raging
    
    nah, that sounds like sex
    blushes
    lashes and Fibonacci
    
    don’t bring math into this
    to unlock the eye-key?
    
    moan bump
    sky flesh
    braille my toes
    embrace the fat
      helix   melt -
           down
    
    twirl -
    
    ing
    
    tiny
    approaches
    
    today
    the tide
    
    straight over
    
    moonfields
    
    
    < - >
    
    
    let’s code the night
    into
    a dress
    
    load roots
    breathe white
    and glow silver
    
    touch windows
    maybe even a chosen lawn
    
    frost - ha -
    a mere blankness.
    
    nothing-stump
    
    don’t trip
    love swarm,
    sink-hole,
    net bog.
    
    stab in - the - had
    ooO
    another ouzo shot!
    
    lock up
    snow pupil
    
    pelted
    
    throat trunk
    < : >
    
    keep me here
    i have a problem with the sun
    there is too much space in its noise
    
    try to balance it
    between your eyes
    and don’t fall
    
    there is rain in the moon-dust
    
    a catch-less divinity
    sent via iphones
    
    
    ...........................................................................

 

no beginning no middle no end

through the glass in the floor

wild treetops

       a snarl of fires to the east

 & just like that
we are
                                    gone

through cloud bellies

packs of holes

evacuation


and the galaxy in the ceiling
we can touch it from the recreation deck
the robot, you and i

swarming strands
twist to touch us

plaited and dangerous

as it jumps in its kite of empty balloons

as it breathes the lost air

tearing in a circle between two stars


sometimes i keep myself
in your idea
or the day closing

i dream secrets
a light-less loss

the speeding on an old road
all the time
is turned
inside out
it stretches over hidden wounds
even after you burn


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so i watched this little film tonite and cried, because i have absolutely no ....

sex drive, what so ever.

MALEFICENT ~ LEVEL 77!

i get such satisfaction from the sound effects!

dIRE sTRAITS: Romeo & Juliet