by SKG & PJB – 7/23 11:11pm
that’s me
@void
I will put in my X Files
everyone should have an X File with secrets
hmmm
not a Y
that too
mine are usually Y files
XYZ Files
why did he do that?
why is that blue?
why come?
Y…
blue for innocence?
I always think it’s funny when people say how come
I know why
that’s me. naive and innocent
Y
oh yeah, I am the unknowing child, dancing on the beach
why did the chicken cross the road?
does he not know the danger?
when the sleeper wave comes crashing
and hugs you into oblivion
where sparkles shine
and all the small sleeper cells come out
and cells have no bars
with no pool tables
before dog starts running a wild
bar-biturat
in the tides of pools
a sleepy bar
where ghosts scream your name
in poodles of tides
of love and lust
where ghosts have no names?
and remains of large heads
in god we trusted, once
and then he spelled his name
Easter Islands?
may be
or not to be
the large skull in the ground shall tell
of giant days when roamed
ground breaking
kings of gold
glass making green sheen
and queens of diamonds and hearts
of nuclear crystal-is
when anger ran amok (Molok?)
and love was left for heartfull queens
in December they come
so on it
with veils of flurry
in January they leave their Sanctuary
/i think we can write this book in a hurry/
to basque in the light of…
extraterrestrial writing
your eyes
star shells
unlighted
in light
explodes silently imploding
nice
with a very tiny smell
of waves
lengths
after each other
of time
told tales
repeated as we go on, digging deeper
remaining
so much less
fear
of water
only love
is Absolute and Perfect
recreating
the soul of the unborn truth
/you’ll have to copy/record this making/
is spoken in word
beautiful
beginning
was close
and
further than your touch
time goes backwards?
to close in on the loop
and we end up on that beach
from before
in rococco
Morocco
Mare mare
the ocean waves
split my soul
diabolic, in two
into diamonds of shore lines
very brittle
soft
no devil is near
but his steps can be heard
that call my name
and what is thy name
but a flower just the same
and the sand between my toes
makes mine stretch and curl
yes, and eternal bliss behold
the face of god
in her
is sparkling
and flashing
morse
dots
polka dot dress
lines of prose
she wore
when she had no other
and the shoes gone by the winds
of change
no more stilettos in the sky
no Scorpions running by
only horses and dragons
and shamanic powers
of flight
windless passions
play on
play it again Sam, our song
which is
twine
Casablanca Mon Amour?
no, that is mine
ok!
frankly that should not give damn
nation to the poor soul who says goodbye
and starts again
Mr Frank met us on the beach
to give us his regards
when he saw that his song
was stolen and pirated
to the seas of passion winds
forever changed
new life begins
then he ran to find his poison
and his life ended
and took it anon
avoid
to find brighter skies promise
of a void
but he woke up to
fulfilled
and said…
not a dream!
what dread
is this
not my dream
my way
of saying
is highway’s bliss
rt66