"lovelock" poems
Wish you were here with me
Gazing upon the city lights
under the starry sky
We'll hang a lovelock
in the bridge
with our names
engraved on it.
Today was cold
Because of Autumn's breeze
Wrap me around
Your cozy arms
And make me warm
I miss your touch.
I miss you
And ill see you soon my love!
Lots of love
Shekinah
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
"FIRST THERE IS A MOUNTAIN, THEN
THERE IS NO MOUNTAIN, THEN THERE IS."
she was Swedish
squeamish that a man could
still live at home with his "Mam"
she tried to get him
to...you know...think
about an "ecological self"
"You gotta think..."
she informed him
"...like a mountain!"
he looked like he had
just fallen off
a continental shelf
"Mannnn!" she thought
"He's just never grown up
a Mammy's boy...devoid of self."
he hadn't heard of Lovelock
or even Arne Naess
she spoke better English than he did
he blushed when asked
if he had read Luce Irigaray's
THIS *** WHICH IS NOT ONE
had never heard of Simone
de Beauvoir's THE SECOND ***
just the word made him blush
all he was intent on
was getting his hands on
her ample *******
so shortsighted to go on
a blind date...never again
he talked only to her cleavage
she gave him her number
a false one
the Well Woman's Centre
sang as she quickly
hurried away
Donovan's "First there is a Mountain..."
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
Moon spilling through a cloud, east
Eyes locked in incense spirals
A lovelock of moonstones
Ideath worn proudly
ideath worn quietly
Someone on the other end
breathing and her
Something between
like a rod of tired wind
Silent wind
The type of wind that blows down
egos and
dreams
and all ambition
ideath and trout
and i and the letter
And somewhere behind it all
An inspired lover
drawing his lovers portrait
for the first time
in flowers
only
flowers
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC
A slash of a smile, kimono stripped shoulders
Koi scale tattoos, Okinawa rainy day blues
Drown yourself in ***** fight 'till you lose
Pale skinned pathological lover
Soulstone hustler, rustler & bustler
Revolving revolvers under samurai dusters
Wild west Tokyo rose blessed
Handwritten love letters on a desk, kiss sealed
A bowl of cornmeal, these things we steal
A lovelock of hearthsouls, sous chef gazpacho
Tasty cannibal nachos, eating hearts in a palm grove
Children gathered round a stone
The feeling of truly being alone
Making tools from your enemies bones
More brutal than any historical score
We sleep, we snore, 2+2=4, once, no more
Coconuts falling on the shore for eternity
Every blade of grass is holy to me
It's the bullet we see that gets us
We can all love each other is we let us
Balloon powered spaceships, liftoff
Raise your sails on the submarine
Big, square, wheels on your SUV
Life is like a tree, just growing
Forget all your worries, let's just get going
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC