Psychedelia - Hello Poetry

Jan 2016

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I miss the holy ghost of her smile.
The silhouette of her head in the night
on my pillow. Her beauty alight.

She was rain on my fever. Rain
through my window. An innuendo
of heavenly morning light. Heart heavy
as the moon on its way to Montana
wearing my blue bandana.

Jan 2016

Third Eye Candy

What Do You Think I'm Doing ?

green is more grass than a garden's fecundity.
the sun... more moon than a woman's breast.
the eternal resolves like a crime scene.
and we weep for no one but the god
we loved least.

and Love is the few of Us.
a plank on a pirate ship
where we no more enjoy the piracy.
But
we ride where the wave dangles
and succumbs...

nothing is as pure as believing in nothing
because you can.

like a strong wind in a soft heart.
the wrong thing breathes
like the right love.

so what do you think I'm doing without You ?

Is it something that has a name
and doesn't drink ?
how dare you propose that the world has a yes
when no is so much of me now
like a yes.

we consume the trivial and glorify the gone.
but i am attuned to the never
like a black swan.

Jan 2016

Third Eye Candy

I Can Fall Apart Like You

don't
even sleep
now, in the demon of
last week.
keep your precious love
that made you sleep
and be lovely...
Ain't got no dream
the real thing can't be
so so real with.
but nothing cures a disease
like a doctor that kills
everything.

I can fall apart
like you
and give the world
collapse.

swell
to the point
that I , perhaps
have a rumor
that tells the
truth

But you
could be good
and absolutely ...
that would be
strange....

And
nothing forgets
like knowing exactly
how you
stray...

I can fall
apart like
you
and now I have
too.

I could be
good
but all my Devils sing
right at
you...

I could be gone
as gone
is the One place
That I had
You

but
love is a rut
that betrays the love
that made me
Love you.

let the world
be one
more thing
that just doesn't
matter
.
the
whole ****
thing
be what you want...
but cannot
fathom

cool your
demented leaving
and come to the lust
that chasms.

give me nothing but
your best returns
and have Us.

I can
fall apart like you
And I do it .
and do it
daily.

I map the surface
of removed
and live dead, mainly.
i got those stupid little things
that mean nothing.
and something else that God
pretends
is wrong....

Jan 2016

Third Eye Candy

the eerie brick of the eye

the eerie brick of the eye
smarts at the sun, blasting a bank of fog
and sour dross from the furnace
of insight, keeps the weather pale
as thin blood on a dreaming knife.
no greed is fair or sweet.
we may only crave what a soul may purchase.
and the hours wane and swell and nod
where we swing our hammers best
before we plot to build
cold houses.

none of us are the other
but we flock in ale and clouds, together.
we tuck our wings into our coats
and endure the clap of thunder
from some dark.... dark
clank.

and the honey from the salt
is a stone.

Jan 2016

Third Eye Candy

Lettuce

Let us feed the rabbits.
then go to bright shores
that a garden is what we make of it.
let us pretend to know
something about the earth
but care enough
to squirrel away our
moon dust
for kisses.

let us join the vast star fields
of our small pavilions...
and perhaps go where nothing
has ever been so
bright.

let us join where our bodies sing.
and make love out of wet fears
that sweat the salt of too deep oceans
that know Us
for how lonely
we've
been.

let us pray, but not to a god that has no mercy
but to a parasite that
loves the Host

completely.

Jan 2016

Third Eye Candy

Trees And Eggs

There's a house where the world
has stopped dialing...
But a rotary phone, that
has my number.
and plunders my unavailable
daily.

We blink like opening a mystery.
But we never brush the canvas
of any inspiration.
we gather in the fields of our golden jokes
and each the other are about
how nothing is the same that now
we see what eyes deny
jellyfish
and cotton
swabs.

but there's trees and eggs.
it's nothing how we remember
love and hate.
slow things are voices to recall.
but the matter of their wisdom
is bleach and peaches.
and perhaps a flightless
squab.

II

to endure is to be a living thing.
and to love is to die more
willingly.

but nothing procures the reality
like a dream.... and we cluster
precisely where we diffuse
Unkindly.

III

Let us walk where the treasures march
in impoverished enmity. but know
the different things that sanity
conspires to reveal.
we can be madcap and foreign
to our native selves -
but never once be alien
to what it means
in hell.

IV

heaven is a kind of grace that forgets you.
and trees and eggs
are something else
entirely

despite you.

Jan 2016

Third Eye Candy

We Are As Rare To Each Other As Glass Smoke

what troubles me,
i cannot say... and by that
i mean
i cannot say
well.
but never rest assured,
for assuredly
sleep is far
from my tongue.
further than the ineffable.
and what i cannot say well
must at least be poetry
you cannot
know

well.....

it's all i've got.

like a nest of cream-filled ice cubes
melting in Antarctica.
or your fingerprints on an oar...
but an oar made of
dead boats.

you are not a dream
i'm having.
i am having a fit
that we
are dreaming apart.
we are as rare
to each other
as glass
smoke.
and not one of us knows
how to strike
such a fire.

Jan 2016

Third Eye Candy

Just To Tremble Is Belief

After the ghost is gone
and the house has no more you
i am something else that sees you there.
I am nothing save my memory
and you are nothing
if you're truly gone.

I put my lips on your lips
and I'll be ****** if that didn't fix me.
just to tremble is belief
and nothing is wonderful
as knowing nothing
for sure.

Jan 2016

Third Eye Candy

Three Charms In This House

I'm Cuckoo for you
and you know this.
i slip through the stream
and you notice,
I love you because
you know this.
I'm weak in the knees
'cause I'm focused.
you got the juice
that i'm used too.
more than the spot
that I'm into.
you go where no one
comes from.
and i get you back
'cause zero
is one.

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