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.