New York, May 2025

Inside A Palace

Inside a palace of just intentions

A pathway and not a labyrinth

Fashioned from the subtle colors

Of soul emanation, auric illuminations

Dawns like a flame from the sun

And its followers drawing near,

Worship the untamed passion.

Disposition

Hot mess, I am disposed to almost everyone and everything

—An allergy in reverse —

I love all when I shouldn’t.

Thank goodness for the ability to dislike

And then to renounce and then to forget

What once whetted the tongue and now leaves it alone.

The phone is allowed to be my best friend once again,

Instead of penning those names, His and Hers,

On all the locations.

Off to work inside of music

That perks like good coffee in a clean mug.

X’s Version

I like the version of

You when

You didn’t do anything

Different

And you stayed

Just as broken

As you were

When I knew you

Could be mine

The shine

On your head

Was always

Dead

And there was

Nothing to

Protect you

From

The darkness

I love

What would

The result

Be like

If you had

Never

Changed your

Tuning

What would

Your body

Taste like

If you

Believed all

Of the mean

Things

You fed yourself

And I wanted

To believe

Too

To bring you

Closer

To me

Instead of letting

The light

Take you

Home

Stay With ME

Light Begets Light

Light Begets Peace

Light Begets Love

Faith From Above

A tuning rings like a bell

You grow yourself well whenever you choose your soil.

As a flower I grow from my soul.

Dog Spirit

I love you

I want to kiss your face

Come here you are so cute

I want to hug you

Come let me laugh with you

Can I bump your shoulder

Lets play and romp

Lets stomp around

And roam and taste

And be a hound

I smelled your skin

And it smelled fresh

Not like zest

But like a chest

Of wood

I noticed that

You like to laugh

With your eyes

And we giggled

And I felt my heart

Flutter

And I used my

Loud throat

To tell you

I like it

With a stutter

I am checking you out

And you seem

Like you glow

A perfume

Of pleasure

A principle of

The Grooming and a

Steady diet

For a beautiful machine

I love your

Toilet

Thank you

For being

So

Ordinary and

Dumb

With me

Met

I met your dog

And he was courteous

And he was shy

And he was

Fit

I met your sheets

And they were itching

My skin was bitching

And red

And sick

I met your dog

And he saved his nose

For trees and clovers

And never toes

Or clothing or sneakers

What does he know?

Why is he mellow?

You trained him, fellow

He is not thorough

But shallow and loyal to the cause.

Reverse The Dog

The sentencing was quick

The dog smelled

My worst fear

And he sic’d it

To my froggy skin

Like extinguishing a flame

From a wick.

I wish I had noticed

Where I wanted to pick—

Inside a place

Where the dog had no tricks—

Instead of this house

Accustomed to ticks

And being tied to that tree.

In a vague way

I’m okay

Because I’m liked

Just like dog people should be—

A treat enjoyed after being buried

Then chewed in private

Until finished…

Get me back to cat land, please.

No, just kidding.

Actually…

Could we maybe

Just question animal intelligence?

Like, could an animal do this?…

<<human creates nuclear bomb>>

City Stealing

You betrayed her again and again

Now lent a false hand

You are bent in the direction

Of a manly friend

With a collection of skin

Paved over with zen.

“Clear this with Ken”

Is what they suggest

When with belly full

You are under the duress

Of feeling always empty

And so can’t undress the day.

The kids are here to stay

Boys want a monster

For their heads to slay

And girls need to know

How The Can turned lame

With body shamed and streaming steam.

Grant yourself permission

To spill from this school where

Magicians and musicians

Are scheming and seeming

Cloaked in greatness cool and gleaming

With sex appeal used as a tool for dreaming.

A great shame when The Church Of Wind

Was made a game

And a bird that wanted to sing

Was made lame trying to exist

Her instrument now played

With a monkey’s fist.

Grasp the knob and leave this place

Where one who should’ve

Can’t and Shouldn’t

And turns to waste

With another’s doom

Upon her face.

The rock bottom she saw

So please pack up

And try to haul with haste

The tattered wings in your leopard case

Before it’s too late

And the feathers are all traced and stolen.

The Next One

He is pure light,

In my heart

He flows like water.

To my mind,

That grows towards

Future time,

He blossoms like

A forest flower.

I turn away the smoker

Even when he threatens

To suffocate.

I turn away his fire

Even when it engulfs

And devastates.

I only want

The next one

To rain down

On me.

Like Selfhood

Becoming absent,

A pair of eyes without

A gaze

Forgets how to blink.

What happened to

Wanting to see

And clearly?

Labeled an NPC

My “me” was lost

In a maze of

Sounds Like:

“Where should she go?”

“Who wants to hear her?”

Guiding light dimmed

Inside the house

Of my soul,

Clouded by

A storm of maladies,

Melodious malodors,

Belonging to

Borders of

Different

Possessions and

Hatreds of

Certain types

Of Being,

I flounder.

I am caught in

Negative verses

Where once there came

A positive chorus

And a dominating

Soloist.

Rochester 2-5-1

I look around

We are creating

The same old.

The same man

For all time

Is becoming

A tight circle

Around our necks,

A blindness,

A parched cry,

A stomachache.

We don’t allow

The next one.

Forever Cocoon

A swim in Covid

An eight inside

I let him hide

I didn’t know

A lid on David

A ten was dry

I fought to die

He wouldn’t let me

A pickled sigh

A two won’t drive

She wants my pride

I had to let her

A paradigm tried

A twelve deprived

My face wouldn’t mask

They let him make me.

—-

Says the angry boy:

What was she about then? Why did she play like that? Where was her rhythm then? That was you, this isn’t you!  Why do you want to be someone else now?

Says the tired girl:

Don’t you know we all just evolve, and that’s ok? ———>Butterfly with flames and groove-less drums, all angles and screaming.

Flow State 7

Adrenaline instincts made

Shared tendencies toward

A shadow Art

And also a light art.

Green tendrils

Flow toward love

In fashion—

Cowardly Coy Quick

And never finished.

Flow State 3

Static electricity sitting standing pricking foaming fuzzing cloud

Around around around

Down there at the root at the bulb at the center

How to keep it for it is mine

Some quality that should not have been transferable

All of the normal “normals” the faithful say that

You can’t lose what is yours

But I have I tell you I have I need you to know I have!

This is a place the faithful haven’t faced I guarantee you

It’s too thug for their kind comprehensions

The given turned into unforgiven I will never forgive what has been done

Was it you?

It wasn’t you.

It was you, I could feel you the mastermind of the entire operation

The taking of

The taking of

The taking off from where you were and moving and moving and moving

Into my nest my place my rest my lace my armor my waist my waste my case

My stolen case my stolen neck my stolen body

You were not the instigator

But you come along

You came a long way!

I curse you I curse them I curse everyone I can’t let it go

Because here it is still here it’s me

Delivered by someone else and if I go back to the bedroom

The bed with the roommates that steal and hate and freeload

It is a waste I will never

I will never

Get my my back

My my back

I miss

I wish I had died because to lose her again is savage punishment and I

Am innocent

I do not know my crime to this day I am a jealous lover which is

A normal occurrence

A no crime

I am a no criminal

Yes I love it here

The colors are so lovely

The flowers are plentiful

The man holds my root

In his hand

And he won’t plant it

Or he already did in

Another

I want to die

What if she dies

What if my me dies

And I’m left being

HIM???????

How could you be so unfair

I am a no criminal

I will say no

I always say no.

Forever Cocoon.