Psychedelia - Hello Poetry

Apr 2019

Third Eye Candy

BEHOLD

it is the evening and all the world is ablaze with phosphorescent eyes
on long stilts, below the moon’s prayer and above the verdant green
poised in the endless Beauty of the vast creation
swollen with dew and perpetual laughter… like a happy cog -
in a wheel of unbridled Love.

it is the shiny Night with all our parables sinking into the Sea.
all the fathoms of our credible dementia
are illustrious in the extreme.
and falcons soar into open light… astounding the ponderous Enigma.
Joy has a word for Bliss
beyond the Alphabet of Poetry.
It lives in a kingdom
made of new flesh
where a Bone
should be.

It has no name. this wonderment… it gathers in the cauldron of our distinct apparition. we desire and desire… we swoon in the sway of a random riot. rolling in the sphere of our Right Angles.
kissing the invisible
like a visionary blind Truth
in a blanket
full of blanks
that reminds Us
To Behold.

Mar 2019

Third Eye Candy

SPIDER

slumber is Chinese. and I am ghetto, Wittgenstein.
my eight legs sprawling into walrus paradigms.

we love the fish
but hate the WalMart.
so in a sea of punk living, we are invested
in something more than Art.
but much less than Unreal
Life.

II

you pay for everything you Love.
you have as much Cancer as Virgo….
You have no idea Why
You have no
You.

in your crystal purse of tech
your anthems
cabal.

III

As alone you always do.
something dark
is All.

Mar 2019

Third Eye Candy

where the islands were gone

in the hour of my dislocated Id
purging the snowblind hedgerows
of my blighted mind.
where the minute of my larks are loons.
plump silver spoons in a pool of moons
sleeping in a manger.
in the Tempus, my time has more swiftly
become invalid
in a maze of white noise algebra
deriving the sum of madness
by dividing by an infinite
collapse.

then and there i see The Map
of my extinguished constellations
in favor of holes where
there used to be -
painless days. The world shone there
with too many Orchards for too many Wines.
no casks of vinegar
have gone missing.
as they lay under rubble
and stiff winds. where I could find them.
i see the gossamer clouds of a mind
at the mercy of a somber pondering…
and islands of remote cacophony
in every sea of damage -
nameless.

and Hope.

where the islands are gone.
for they had sprouted
wings.

and moved to a pond.

Mar 2019

Third Eye Candy

Drums

Drums are drums. beats me…. but they over-pray for rain. nuff said.
they sing in the choir of my invisible. but not so much
where i contain my rhythm where my loving heart is beating music to death.
Drums keep coming like Always.
why do I conquer sleep with poetry? how does it end?
it never does what you want
but You want IT to do.
you want it to slather the skin of the future
to get past the gathering of lonesome
and no other thing can rimshot
your quiet.

Mar 2019

Third Eye Candy

Preference

I prefer to elongate the everlasting and
continue unabated with my mind so bright.
I bring a dark with me where a sun is lording.
and a moon as soft as last night.
I prefer the gruesome epiphany of going to work
if it satisfies the going to bed.
if it resembles a complete surrender
with an asterisk *.
i clump where the air is cool enough
to dislodge a prayer
from a Hope.

I prefer to sing without eyes.

Mar 2019

Third Eye Candy

Splinter

as fools do, i do in a maze of undoing.
I roam the cataract -
a ghost, woven into spinning smoke
and double stitched where the hymns are bleak
with a wry giddy disaster for a smirk
with the most lost eyes.

and then I [ ]

Mar 2019

Third Eye Candy

In The Moment Everything Is Still

In the moment everything is still
like a humming hornet in a begonia of irascible
misfortune, made glorious summer.
all the worlds engaged in fluorescent play.
the opal of all agonies
displaced by all the ghouls
of rabid faith.
our epiphanies are random
but we define the sojourn of-
our solitary Togetherness.
as our every kingdom is an abandoned kiss
where the stars; all falling-
are falling for you.
and all the worlds, some sort-
of hemisphere
of destinations
on all
sides.

Feb 2019

Third Eye Candy

Sensory Ambush Because Dark Sigils

The way we
Danced til three,
Stood on golden sands,
Sang above the stars.
Unforgettable.
i had no name for it.
but called it something
i would never forget.
summoned the whole world of me
to Love more than expecting
my Life to change,
i took a look at how beautiful
my empty hands
were capable of.
and had you lovely
in the back-end
of my complete
surrender.

II

tough as nails
like tomorrows disguise.
a true delusion
doing real things
for a while.

i keep nothing
where i keep my secrets.
but i hold fast
to all my
ghosts.

III

someday you will read my palm
and cry for real.

and i won’t stop you.

Feb 2019

Third Eye Candy

This Poem Has All The Byron

you can keep going indefinitely…
but you will stop.
any whiff of scandal is romantic.
and every liberty, slavery
to unclean thought.
your clubbed foot is your
half-sister… but your genius
is married to mania.
all boy with too many parabolas
to be a man of any
treacle heart.
your Annabella wants money
and you can’t live
without it.
but you can’t live
enough.

and Doubt
doubts
It,

Feb 2019

Third Eye Candy

i am where the luck runs out of lucky

i am where the luck runs out of lucky.
tarnished yarns of harmony.... harming things.
like an earworm in a blind spot.
with your heart disarmed.

i am delayed by a Winter
underneath my skin.
that only your marmalade can burn.
as i surrender to the victory
of my sank Armada… i foist
my dark hilarities
upon the spike of a spoon?
how many gnomes must die
before my lawn is merely
Hideous?

how many ways can i stop
asking that?

Feb 2019

Third Eye Candy

we keep breathing because it’s simple

we keep breathing because it’s simple.
our cherry pits are cherry pits.
full stop.
not banquets of blossoms on duck fat amethyst.
we have the gravity
of all the missing.
you have the eyes of a golden cut.
i have the heart of an eye
on a Guillotine.

just a **** where a God should be.

Jan 2019

Third Eye Candy

your periwinkle is all the blue corn on yellow-green stilts

your periwinkle is all the blue corn on yellow-green stilts
simmering in the solitude of a raging silence…
where the moon is closer than you think
but you can’t be sure how many moons in a night sky
makes another world.
on the brink of an everlasting disarray
you can go for days without boys
that remove the sun from its perch
to impress a devoted
zodiac. wilting in a ravenous
Tea Cup.

i have enjoyed our talks
on the rim of The Rhine.
bathed in golden fleece to the tune
of passing ever by.
i have lept into a margin of Paradise
the width of a splinter in a cloven hoof.
i have known you from the beginning demise
of my hearts’ quiet.
i have supposed
unloving you
is not required.
i must always
and always must be
an entire
impractical
agog.

I love you
and that's
because