Third Eye Candy

Third Eye Candy Nov 2020

All darkness is a cog
in a mechanical sun
that you built in your basement -
with your eyes closed.
and that’s why you can’t
have nice
things.

Third Eye Candy Nov 2020

HAZARD JOY

when your breath is my breath i hardly notice
far too focused on the cadence of your camisole
heaving in synch with invisible me
thrumming with worlds of visible Life.
I surge in place. stunned and besotted.
shivering in a stillness so beloved
that an orbit stalls
for a kiss

As I hazard Joy.

Third Eye Candy Oct 2020

The Parallax Of My Forbidden

I saw the song on the floor. then ate my toast-
with the kind of eyes that penetrate
diamond asphalt.
i plunged into the floorboards
of a wide microcosm
made of shudder-lint
and tinsel.

tweaking the
parallax
of my forbidden
I
.

So the worlds that came with no maps
like butterflies adjoined to a ring of Saturn
telling a joke about a ring
in a tub of jokes.

must be Real.

And I have the following problems
that are following dreams
about having problems
with less problems.

But Life’s never kidding.

just kicking.

[ HOW WHY? IS THE WRONG QUESTION AT THE RIGHT TIME ]

Judith is a spool of cool waters on misadventures with Mrs. Solipsis.
she’s in this precious palaver, palming fruit from an unknown garden
at a full stammer. Judith looms in the London with a toothless fog
so she brought a dagger to her eye, to split the difference engine
of her Insight…

Judith is a pool of constant habitation.
exactly her place to be-
when a waste of Time
is arabesque
with all the hallmarks
of a profound
unhinging
from
a stalwart
Gone.

how does she Know where the Sea
has buried her Unborn
Questions?

How Does She
Judith?

Anon.

Third Eye Candy Oct 2020

THE AFTERNOON BEFORE NOON

when i was come upon the farside of an indifferent near-miss
i slew no dragons. i cinched my noose like a necktie
for a lost party with all the beautiful doubts;
lumberjacking the forest
for a tree that paid in cash
to have a Northern View
and enough ***** on a hill that
used to be a mountain...
i dreamt of cobblestones
betwixt my photons-
snuffing out the green
for a dull mauve
in a mob of
sunshine

Like a star
without
a sun’s
mind-

kept awkwardly
with nothing
less than
All Time.

At all times.

Third Eye Candy Oct 2020

your fireflies are always in no palms

nobody lives in this tree. knot anymore.
there’s a moss that clots the bark with green riots
and mushrooms thumbing their noses at sunshine
in the dank balance… where the moose is unseen
until it wills it. and winter
has a sun
that hopes
you know
how
to build
fire.

like a voice in the note of you
where a moat of you
is adrift
where you mostly
true.

i follow
where you linger
in the woods
and espy your
unbridled
wine.

the way you *****
into a wednesday
with a parasol
that prays for
rain.

and your fireflies
are always
in no

palms

Third Eye Candy Oct 2020

Sometimes the heaven in your hell is the last bird.

Some songs are meant to be little things that expand.
they assume the girth of the world with all the longing
of a symphony

Like a gilded dirge.

Sometimes the heaven
in your hell
is the last
bird.

You live where it hurts
So healing means something
to blindspot in your
perfect oblivion.
It’s how you cope
with an open wound
that loves the moment
you met the one.

Some songs are meant to be all about the girl
and how sunshine adapts to her night.

and some songs are
meant to be
gone.

Third Eye Candy Oct 2020

as your eyes veranda

as your eyes veranda
i embark upon the hollows
that you conquer with your heart
and buy the farm of
your omnipotent
Bees!

as your eyes divide the perils of the world
from the ache of my desire, I succumb to an ancient soft.
i tilt to a majesty that has no bearing in the world
but assaults the imperfection of a black day
with all the vigor of Undoom
to the purpose of my
Unhinged
daffodils.

you can’t be stopped by conventional means.
too exactly the one i love.

how you live in your body astounds me.
and my orbit is bliss.

like it does.