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Lucas Dec 2019
the entry
is plastic
and strung on loose thoughts
of salvation come yesterday.
the entry
is water
and dope,
marvelous bug eyes under
a cemented glass brain.
the entry is warm jelly
and allergen,
dim lights become strong.

the entry is waiting
and it is beautiful.
Lucas Oct 2019
pumpkin guts on your belly;
a song for your sore throat,
i sit at the cross
and pray
for hot towels
and affection.

no judgement----
------zero stone balance
GOD blesses the blessings
and i pray for praises abundant.

i watch the world
with eye, hand and heart.

and love;
it comes
watching us.
Lucas Oct 2019
boxes of book
and television
and face
as face
to equal grey
touch on
jovial me
and outline leaf and branch
on the cloud purple
stereobouncing
a renunciation
of human man
dissolved into rain.  

i am goo
and strapping, rigid tendon
as mud to mud
to mud and midday musk

as sand
on the long river
of beatific love
i am taught
how to howl
and when to look deeply;
i am blessed
because i am here.
Lucas Sep 2019
in east delano
with all the mirrors;
i am bohemian boy
canoeing trash river,
stapled to the floor
and gunning bigger skies.

serpent belly,
i know the earth
and wednesday to wednesday
there is press
of fern and leopard
and fermentation and sloshing
concussion.

i see brick
and black
right now.
i see pattern
and small print.

could you open your mouth;
as to pour out the rain?
Lucas Sep 2019
lobster butter
love
and a dream, an apple
to kiss.

a peach
and a pumpkin
a heartkindness hand,
warm jelly pupils
and a thin gold chain.

a hollow head,
a full heart;
today
I am clay
and tangerine.
Lucas Sep 2019
honey-melt
on toast
over veggies.

it's an aromatic morning
when the coffee
meets the open window
and the pan fry pop
makes steam engines
like little birds.

the wood under my feet;
spices hang
and satiate the need
to be elsewhere,
the morning here is a warm purple
around me.
Lucas Sep 2019
1:53
in a circle
and we could be blue;
as a point of posture
we are DEFINITELY
on the carpet.  

and i'm not sure of the spelling
but i want you to work me baby.

call me the sands;
we're a statement away
from becoming the sun.

my heart grows.
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