Poetry
Please pick up the fallen poetry book off the floor
From the female writer from the
sunset strip.
A chimpanzee eats the skull
Of another chimpanzee
The flesh is the million dollar
Art being shredded for freedom
And a red balloon
And a dress
Life equates to regret
Love is inescapable
Do not be culpable or
Insolent in the measure
Of a kiss
All the garments
Falling to the floor.
This difficult life cut cheques and the youth cut their forearms
Kept going
Arms are sold at a pawn shop
While the siren on an ambulance
Sings outside
The dealing
Of lost threads
Empty beds
Corners of doorways
Left food
But still no one approves.
The junkies
The lonely
The dispossessed
The women in distress
The woman championing the
Fear and and political sex
The regret of who you
Met.
Texting obliterated freedom
And pugs slobbering
Cats dreaming
Slugs on bananas
A paradise flower opens
You are in a lack of knowing
The False news and the slandering
and
The river surfers
Giving freedom to the legless
Man on the riverside
Do you live
Do you abide
Grease the carousel?
Keep others from pushing hell
Into embers!
You can cascade this embrace
If you subsist to live and love
Purely
Boldly
Without a desire tango
A screenshot memory
A triad of voices singing for Jesus
A monk kneeling
A mother feeding
With her breast in a public
Domain
There is a litany in loving
The river of milk
Fills the flowers
Of acceptance.
Of epitaphs
Of letting go.