GeorgeFlow

riot, your foot

is the language

on my throat

silent boots beat

in rhythmic chant

fuck the po:

re: lice, magots

we’ll be by morning

fuck the po:lice

whose beats steal

our, i can’t breathe, of

the silent. gone

 

fuck the po:

avenge

the Flo:

yd id id id

 

let go the ego

flow floyd flow

let go the ego

george george

flow george flow

…

WHEN

when i miss you most
again pink the close of the day
when You are not here

morning close of night

as if it contained you me

too see mourning with

Still Pink The Sky

still pink with morning

a pair of mallards wing over

high damn that crow

came in just as fast

making its target a

nest of small songs

yet to come, hatch

whathaveyou it will

never be exactly the

same way twice, love

nomatterwhat you do

Moonalmost

the dog barked
alone in dark,
tallshadows
moving slight,
bright moonalmost
fullywhore

I’m sore deep stretches
yoga is good in a group
and what i said – – –
wanting something un-
known, totally different
culturally, physically, e-
motion, tunnels. goats
dark chocolate residue
in the bottom of my
coffee, oily from
your skin, like
you make me,
lick it
take me, feed me more
mostly it’s an open mind
tasting someone new
need like The Moon pulls
at the swell, bulging in
hips like the oceans be
drawn in, she gasps and
wants to hear his name
say it to me, then mine
want to hear your voice,
hungry like The wolf,
call, come make me cry

THE MOON

The Moon laps a la Mer
Tasting the vintage
Wine of her Earth
O Mer! Oui declare
It tastes of The Sky

 

Lay Upon This

The sun waking up in the clouds
look! it has come but still one
can see throbbing, undulating
internal organs – the sun’s
heat and pink skin too sky a
why oh why evoking tears
the way it lightly, ever so slowly
touched the bottom of each
so tiny many cumulus
just yet painful beauty
for such potential lay
upon this new day

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