The Dream of the Blue Bride

I

I have flown
Through my gown
Through my window
Through my eyes
To the purple rain
To the purple sky
To the purple fly
The fly saw me
The fly bit me
The fly bit me!
I shrieked!
I cried!
I died.

I I

I fell back
Through my ghoul
Through my soul
Through my window
To the red room
To the red gloom
To the red groom
He slept
He snored!
He snored!
I cried!
I shrieked!
I lived.

my queen? thr xtras in the hive!

then you'll see mee
glad would sing shee
I will kill hee?
hush- hush- don't bee.

a taste of early manhood

at the top; some streaks of black.
murky drops of white; at the bottom.
emmeline; by your side,
at hand, an aching heart.

o gentle Night, music.

hey, you, I caught!
at last! Night!
your finger, gentle
was on my lid, of eye,
touching,
telling,
hoping,
hope it whispered to me.
and, I, I, listened, in glee.
then!
then came the morn,
on my vision, blowing her horn.
rising,
in awe, I touched the lid's mark,
then sang like a meadow lark!

Pitcher Preacher

Whispering through the lives of dead oranges
Can make you free if you want to be,
But twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Hope your dust spreads afar.

Flowing casually towards outer space
May seem as a liberation at first,
But never forget to reach
To your loved ones, and the beach.

Playing down the importance of your eyes
Can sustain your life a little bit more,
So just pick up the old band, and
In triumph, raise your hand.

Dreaming your life as a didactic poem
May fool you to the extent that,
This is a simple reminder
Of J.D. Salinger.

raving resulting from severe restlessness at 1 a.m.

a.m. 1 a.m. who?
you who do
1 a.m. 1 a.m.
you do what?
a.m. 1 who you
do?, 1 a.m. that,
who did the deed.

killing me softly

poet,
flow down my toes.
narrow down my thoughts.
hear me out.

poem,
bring the blossom to my hands.
bring the water to my soul.
bail me out.

can,
cut your fingers.
sever your legs.
lost, is the final bout.