CPoetry

coiled by a bottle python; on the one face, i am blocking. on the other face, i am drinking; i am a Cabernet-drunken-heart concealing its fermented secrets being lifted by amorous air-hands and shoved by curious thirster-thumbs bending and griiiiiping waiting and griiiiiping until PAWP! now i am breathing sober fumes and i am dried out; i am a Cabernet-drunken-heart revealing more vulnerably as sober with a stain than drunk with a secret. the curious thirsters ignore me. they drink too. i wait for them to feel as naked as i do; i am lying next to the kitchen sink, exposed, hoping the bottle python with come back for me. ::: Your love is by me both Roman land and sacrosanct wilderness; both stamped by the boot of an astronaut and sustainably uncorrupt lunar powder; both knowing where i was with You and knowing where i could be with You ::: ask the artist,  any artist: ask them what th

a rock is thrown into the well of the lake. what is seen next is a truth; the ripples roll and roll, but the image there remains; though it feels tragedies, the lake knows it wears the face of Heaven. ::: stand tall soldier!      "[laughing] yes sir lieutenant!" don't look at me!      "yes sir! sorry sir!" rub your belly and pat your head!      "[laughs, rubs belly and pats head]" don't laugh soldier!      "sorry lieutenant!" now, pick your nose!      "i don't know if i can do that sir." "what! why not soldier!?"     "it's gross sir!" do it!      "[laughs] sir yes sir! [puts finger in nose]" noooow, look at me!      "sir yes sir!" no, look me in the face!      "[kneels down] why sir!?" a staring contest!      "yes sir! [laughs]" ...readyyy, go!  

i have yet to see a more powerful effect as to the action one person takes inside the mouth of justice; may justice seek, may justice breath, must justice starve ---from its starvation must we eat. ::: excuse me doctor, do you mind telling me where the nearest trauma center is? "why? are you in need of help? what has you hurting?" my brain. "my god! come with me at once!" no, doctor. i was hurt long ago. "i'm sorry? i---i don't understand." is there a trauma center for the mind? "oh, uh, yes! there is a psychiatric hospital down that way a bit." ok. thank you. "you're welcome! best wishes as you get well." thank you. ...sir! "yes?" you're not going beckon an ambulance? ::: You are what i wait for. You are for what i dream. for who is on the inside with me is one the same; tied by a single water source. flowing through a single cours

walls stand guard and i stand beneath their chins. they laugh at my pride and they tell me to go within. "but in here i am safe! in my Self i can stay!" Sweetheart you are wrong. It is your own walls you must betray. ::: eyes be that of lavender illuminated by a sunflower smile with hands---lilies of the valley--- cupping a heart of rose where the skin is a blanket of daisies and the soul be that of aloe vera plant laced with baby's breath... there are difficulties in knowing      if You are the bouquet,      or the garden      from where its contents came;      no matter the origins,      You present as You are      ::: he wrote a poem to Life with just days to close his casket-eyes. as today, i have found and read to you, these words to his wife: Life, my lovely, That of the living Whose beauty of breath Is inhaled as The Giving. Exhaled without even a thought, Of you and your abundance. Unlike