My angel has boxing gloves as well as wings.
She eats my heart in front of me
She pummels me
She licks up all my oxygen
She knocks me out for the count...
and then she delivers
the most beautiful, peaceful dream
spiritually serene
Where everything is new
between us
pure rivulets
streams of beaming light
(where it is new)
and the excitement
and flashes
of our conversations
have yet to convene
and everything we have
buttons and rosebuds
the smile of our beginning
second time this has happened
Poets and writers drink more intensely. Smoke more intensely. Worship God more intensely. Poets and writers fuck more intensely. Poets and writers give more willingly-- spilling the alphabetical marrow of their souls out into the albino sonogram of hope that is the page, hoping some stranger whom he or she has never before met turns to his crafted syllables in time of dire need and somehow finds solace, finds laughter finds a friend.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Heartbreak and Hades...
Voluntary spiritual absence from the woman I love
April will be here soon darlin'
and spring and the earth
will be new
and there will be forever
(smiles) and laughter and
pulchritude and joy
and Life!!!!
mwah's not mara's.....
April will be here soon darlin'
and spring and the earth
will be new
and there will be forever
(smiles) and laughter and
pulchritude and joy
and Life!!!!
mwah's not mara's.....
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