Today I find myself worrying about tomorrow. Tomorrow I will find myself worrying about yesterday.

The love sage

Tender phantom tower
little finger caressing slightly
autumnal leaves flowing and falling
earth bound lightly.
Haunting cerebral hot against treasures blue
Picasso sweet and divided
there is the love and kisses cheek
rules of passion abides.
pine wood staking in the forest
bark like a puppy needs
forget forbid, forever forsooth
dipping the deeds
I shall tip my toe in the mud
because I could and the needs indeed
enrapture causes a diamond mind
to plant a summer seed.
I forget you
I forbade true, let the kind
I believe a man that needed hue
cry and save the dew of my mind.
yellow leaves across and angry
tits of birds on fat balls indeed
hold my hand weak and angst
chicks open beaks and feed.
mom, i cried in a silver coconut
fortunes predicted a decadent decision
shivering finger nails
cut amongst an incision.
I missed the fog on orange bloom
amongst the rooms of sunsets craved
bumble bees flew away and crying
their minds destroyed and caved
it's that time at a weekend
where I tumbled a thousand days
frigid for thoughts
aim and send my friend.
where is the tower of thoughts
I just want to lay next to you
soul voices scatter next to me
or do i wander oh so true.
and so the unforgiven cries
if this judgement prays for all
we can not hail this unforgiven
through decadence short and tall.
trust in me I beg of y'all
the life of extinguished mind to hurt
this petite prey i threw amongst shoulders
when the angels argued amongst the curt.
And yet the yellow fawn is part of us
the discovery of the passage
the piano player is all amongst us
the monster of the love sage.

I rub the featherd veins
that rear away on the out skirts of my hand
cling to my finger nails
hover on the ends and smile

I loved you in the blue afternoon if yesterday
to offer the enormity of the heart
to dance in a sunny disposition
after we finished before we start.

only your God will prenounce us dead
sat in the cemetry of your being
tearing from every well
was blind to love but now im seeing.

Sugar Cola Cubes

Introspective mathematics
a merged butterfly camouflage
on a buddleia purple
against a sky
I cry every day for my father
sugar cola cubes tinted with redness
hover intently and collapse.
The immersion heater scolds me
it is my intensity
do you know how easy this is for me
rummaging through the gut of my mind
to find the intestines of cerebral sheep
that I count, 1 2 3
every fucking night like a little bo
Yo
count with me I beg you with a crook
thieving from history.
stealing in an obscure rectangle that describes the collapse
of a universal relapse
retrospective
mathematics.

snipette

Stab of yellow
streaks silently across canvas
a hay day sunrise peeps
seeps the stalker, taller
from the under growth
to the over shrink
gatherings of dirty, rusty nails
flail up hill to solar light
in fields we erupt
to gaze
to make this day our own.

Tilted perspective

A Prussian blue washes
over me from head to toe
a violent varnish
encasing
locked in statuette silence
ultra marbles spiders weep
a hue so alive
in the entanglement of chaos
misfortune less
the reigns of spectrum
oceans depth
to ozone hues.