i carefully typed out
your love,
a cascading serenade

it read
"your anus is candy lemonade"

i flinched upon reading
what i had not written
never could i type such scurrilous lines
i shook my head,
regrouped and very carefully typed out
"your flaxen hair like silk caresses my soul"

it read
"your wet cunt lips plush drools in pools"

On each leaf is scripted
a poem to read,
based on the theme
Live and Let Live.

Rain gods shower them
with heartfelt blessings,
thankful to them
and the family tree.

The poems keep springing
on each merry branch,
tanning in sunshine
before they fall.

While they get blown
by the winds of change,
they rustle a song
while waving goodbye.

Purity

These dead are painless, and abide in pure spirit.
They twist, broken, on the torturer's wheel,
prostrate for dawn in slivers of light.
Their faces leak out as poison moons
and necrotic jackals howl at the slither
of royal snail jester crowns,
jeweled lesions bare in the grin
of stray and sick puppets
bound to highway memorials
with tourniquets made from straw.

I am in a quandary
What has been happening to me?
I put my morning coffee away
In the fridge and there it stayed

I found it later in the day
As I was putting the cutlery away
Oh shit what is going on
How can I get everything so wrong?

Couldn’t find my glasses to see
Till I scratched my head
I should have stayed in my bed
But which room was my bed in.

I shouted for help as I always do
No good I remembered
I was on my own in this old house
As years ago I had left you.

lately queen a bid with eternity a humble plea
to stand in ovation amidst an earnest vacation
1986 the sorrowful fix a man and his gun unleak his cum
serving ditches ignoring all those bitches
Freddie Mercury bid with eternity
Bohemian Rap you see..,
although he had many loves the tender look at loves ovation
knock on the door where he was ready to go
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS"....,

Where is that page in time
Where we danced
Where is that book
Where you and I were the only ones that existed
Where are the directions that tell me how to 31st op loving you.

as a child i had a sense of before
i only a tenant in this world

i dreamt, i remembered
a place of light and freedom
of flying weightless
without a care
recurring reveries
of changeless drifting

but as i got older
my astral excursions
turned to thin air
much to hearts despair
i fell weighted to this terrestrial sphere
by thickened accumulations
of hard niches and obscurations
a delicate spark burdened
by sheaths of gnawing reason
engulfed in brutish struggle

Ha autumn is again here
getting stripped and enjoying nudity
all gals dance about a pole
shred their clothes like dying leaves
who now show what lay beneath
stark bark
no fruits like dangling food
apples and bananas
no breast
nor busts
all taken away
before autumn arrived this day

Ah all oldies too enjoy autumn
as any one like you
dance about in the park
Semi nude

Under a cloud cover
no one saw me change
into light cotton whites.

The cloud turned grey
me bright
soon I started dancing
in the rain.

My spirits were lifted
like the cloud
losing my shroud
without regrets
washed in sunshine.

we two have seen
and been
here together since eons
all neopoets by now know
me small bard and critic Ian
are non congenital twins
of poetry
let us begin and regrin

just tell me how many read me
no damn comments are needed

I have surfed far too long
in turbulent wavy oceans
none can be braver
in more sterner commotions

like being kicked around
as a football
a machine gun poet
I was