Post by Steve on Nov 19, 2007 12:35:48 GMT -5
my dearest insomnia, burning bush of mind, i feel, i feel...
and let them steal the moon, she is indecisive anyway. her massive pocked face buried deep inside nap sac of wandering joseph bum. his fingers wrung tight, knuckles white-let his grip slip, sweat wet street...
she shatters into a million holy heaven white teeth strewn across dead road, dead dark asphalt sky. they shine in the mirror puddles of c street, reflections of fragmented calcium constellations....
will you smile?
i feel i
will only be as close
to you
as i am far from
heaven.
i want you to smile blush, kiss your cheeks and the sweet forever taste of cherries drip onto my no one tongue, intoxicating. smile blush burn empty blank ghost cloud night— brilliant bursting universe smile, heaven guilded lips more craft than peter's gate, more detail than gabriel's feathers. thin lotus flower petals, kiss me,- kiss me,- kiss me—so i may feel the closest to buddha god man has ever known.
buddha picks
petals
one
by
one
the earth celebrates
i cry gardens of
lotus flowers
and
cherry blossoms...
just kiss me.