Shrinking

Sometimes you start to shrink
when i think
of you on the street in Milan
eye was near
nearly in tears when i asked
speak for me,
on the phone,
i can’t possibly,
in Italian.
The head dumbly Shaking
starting the shrink
almost shame
i loved you, for
wouldn’t you do almost
anything for me?
my knight in shining armour
or not, it seems
majik or some silliness-made
UP Word! You know?

The Rain

The Rain
i wrote last night
sounds splatter broke by
car tires and chirps
soaked, i said wet, so
so, where is the
rain subsides – comes
and goes, comes again
You, The Rain, me
Cold. and i see us
Do you not think? and
That, that you sent
splattering

J’y vois plus clair dans mon jeu.
Light moves across the cathedral floor.
The hand beside the hole – just
one frame – wild flowers in
magnified technicolor, our art
won’t you please make, love
too me, avec vous, moi you

c’mon, baby
i want, too, feel you dancing
in the purple pain it will cause now i must get up and run – run – run fuck, me
it’s like instead of love, you say fuck,
then sign off.
fuck,
me

Now, tout suite, bien sur, it is me:
i am back for you, won’t you please?
i ain’t no fro fromage , you
all of it, art.
share with me, love

LOVE is e TOMB OF TEARS

love is missing – like some

code word for forever sad

too bad addiction takes many

love is giving – i to you too

me and how we burst

sun-like running blinded

through golden fields

we fall, elated, laughing

come closer, silly, she says

grabbing his butt as he lays

her, kissing where

are we?

yes. he says it all serious, tears

coming from his eye love you

too, she squeaks out from

under his hand goes down

kissing her deeper, feeling

her depths, layers of moist

clean and long he she closes

her eyes, squeezing him tight

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TOMB OF TEARS
atonement
making amends
for yourselfish
w the
everything
she is
love

as she well knew

As she well knew,
the big and the small weigh the same.”

As She well knew
The Big
And The Small
both knew too
feel the rain on your skin
touch the sky to the
flame flickers a candle
water pounding splashes
how much to move mountains?
just a half inch more over
some measurement of minutes
and if only we could really sense
shifts in time when earth and sky
come together in one huge mass
a deluge of mud rock rain cold wet

rain

rain cold wet
i hear it now, the rain
starting and your voice
shaking slightly why
i notice all the small 
internal twitches that
make you shake on
the outside when i
said your name, your
hand came out just
enough for me too
to touch and feel that
shimmer run through
like electric current
rain cold wet for
you i want
to make me warm

our reign

my rain on your skin
and let it stay dark broken
glass and all laughter

or you feel so much

my tears, my crying pain and

tears that rain and wish

too help. provide comfort and release,

show love.

understand

understand, p.33 ee

the rain i, loud splats,

read aloud while

repeat that sounding

understand, wriggling

delicious tadpole gi-

giggling too the sound

the rh-rhythm of the

rain, understand, eye

eye do see ee cum-

cummings for you when

…

when i have thought of you somewhat too

much and am become perfectly and

simply Lustful….sense a gradual stir

of beginning muscle,and what it will do

to me before shutting….understand

i love you….feel your suddenly body reach

for me with speed of white speech

 

(the simple instant of perfect hunger

Yes)

how beautiful swims

the fooling world in my huge blood,

crackling brains A swiftlyenormous light

—-and furiously puzzling through,prismatic,whims,

the chattering self perceives with hysterical fright

 

a comic tadpole wriggling in delicious mud”

a comic tadpole wriggling in delicious mud

a comic tadpole wriggling in delicious mud

 

…

too parts from the …

giggling

a sharp agreeable flower between my

 

amused legs

kissing with little dints,

love, making the obscene ours, breasts

tickle,show me,laughing let me,see

youwhen you wilt i’ll wince, you

i regret to inform you

And sometimes i think of war O’
mar of The Sea and cry
The images so, cry for the
pain in my chest, and tits
like such a minor, even if
but to have more and O’
mar of The Sea breaks
children die and why can’t
there be more years
seasons of good and
tears from tiny buds, vines
in so many connotations
like
in my hands wrap around
yours
i am dirty and from sweat
in
working the vineyard,
me
see you laughing, but
war, i cry. The bomb
A bomb O’
mar. my legs wrap ’round
yours
really i cry as i as why ask
why, come for you for
death made us do it

we woke together, entwined by blood

tears and sweat, sweet to the taste

and to be too see

you laughing as

the last thing we see before death

i regret to inform you

 

 

Be Pink The Sky Now

there is one star left
centered above the giant wonkey pine
it flickers like the furnace just coming
on rattling sounds paper walls
i doze again and it is almost gone
so good were the stars this night
i tried to stay awake watching long
long enough to see one shoot or fall
touching the tip of the pointed branch
maybe it will rim the curve, no
now its as if in the middle of a glass
almost gone, drank, headache holiday parties
imagine it blind, i cry, don’t leave
stay hanging in The Sky for
ever lasting light and tiny pricks
all the connection and how it feels
losing our senses, gaining a new
like nothing we have ever known
type of touch that could never be
before love before loss be
pink the sky now