How many times
can we ghost away
(incarnations
& deceptions)
absence
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
These new poets
are all cliches
they teach at NYU
and other such
places
They have PHD's
their metaphors are
well thought out
(too well)
They don't drink
blood and ravage themselves
the way the true
savages of the heart
Did
No crossing over sacred
boundaries.
They remind me of coffee shop
photo galleries where it's
obvious the student took pictures
of their bored
friends
are all cliches
they teach at NYU
and other such
places
They have PHD's
their metaphors are
well thought out
(too well)
They don't drink
blood and ravage themselves
the way the true
savages of the heart
Did
No crossing over sacred
boundaries.
They remind me of coffee shop
photo galleries where it's
obvious the student took pictures
of their bored
friends
Monday, November 21, 2016
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Sunday, November 13, 2016
If you want to live
more
don't follow me into
the caves
I've forsaken myself
for a someone I've never known
(shinning light in the back of my
mind)
where all my buddhism
lies
we could have had a spark,
a flower handed down from the
enlightened ones
You didn't know how to reach for
anything but your pain (or the things
you use to mask your pain, of which
you are not aware)
Or of which you can see but cannot
stand to let come
into focus
more
don't follow me into
the caves
I've forsaken myself
for a someone I've never known
(shinning light in the back of my
mind)
where all my buddhism
lies
we could have had a spark,
a flower handed down from the
enlightened ones
You didn't know how to reach for
anything but your pain (or the things
you use to mask your pain, of which
you are not aware)
Or of which you can see but cannot
stand to let come
into focus
Saturday, November 12, 2016
Friday, November 11, 2016
All the times we died
revived by Phoenician
myths of afterlife
Buddhas who've lived
10 billion lives
(remember when I was your
mother and you were mine)
Cat's eyes watching
through the spider mines
we lied didactic to ourselves
forgotten tribes
Our Roman marriage
declined but the suns it
was cast under
thrived
revived by Phoenician
myths of afterlife
Buddhas who've lived
10 billion lives
(remember when I was your
mother and you were mine)
Cat's eyes watching
through the spider mines
we lied didactic to ourselves
forgotten tribes
Our Roman marriage
declined but the suns it
was cast under
thrived
Thursday, November 10, 2016
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