the land of flowers
poems by leum
Bury here my raisin eyes, lemon leon peach pie I am an end of a love song you are a dream & I’m a nightmare & if bitter gray clouds hear me mourn candleless i postscript pages polyester figaro abandoned fields, old town coup
candleless ideal impressionable imprints feet in the trees with so many words, I’ve forgotten the most important ones following the black rabbit down the wolf’s stomach nowhere blues presence emergence several days of the week weak of confession. black night seasons making stars abandoned sobriety turning stone into water limestone hedgefunds acid skytop common enemy to the house-fly rhythmic rhetoric metaphors grazing valleys I never forgot everything. mirror mirror on the tallest wall a centipede committing suicide
coup scribbled down most of the names I said yesterday hammered I name a cement star flashback renegade watched death dress up as a falcon driving my spirit off an infinity into the cemetery a brief vagabond mountain almost died past two black cats rinsing the red off the daily commute sunset the egg that never hatched an ocean of pocket-hole change despite the spite, I laid to rest the feelings I burned inside my eyes how do I spell I don’t love you without saying I do
the first thing I forgot tonight, this pond on the road holds all my neon as I correct each word I write to bomb, fire rings alive white birds bomb, bomb— song, song— unwritten rivers betwixt and if I erased my crowded sentences how do I make due with such charred teeth my world, I lay here for you to eat eye by eye how many words before I am wordless possessed by your constellation today, I went to sleep to wake up from this city's dreams my sea, you lay here for me to drink sky by sky
you will wash my eyes like I am the middle of the day mirrored canopies precipitate weight in a bush under a tree on a mountain many names sacrificed in the name of one celestial prayer as of late spiel the exes and whys that can never be solved for the constant verdict rolling credits a variable within virtual certitude but I can't hear her voice in the wind water, I won't write these lines on parchment here, the moon blooms earrings discerned clear-cut crystal defamation in lowercase life excised ecstatic illiterate alliteration a dรณnde voy ahora que veo nada ahem, azure wild free flowerings in vermillion petals
my dear, I lay here on strife catacombs from death with love smiling, blessed, crumbled, epic doused at the end of the poem by a flood of trickling blood foreclosure hiccups yellow monarchs dancing with the leaves stayed with the sun a crow at the side of the road begging the moon for a face forgiving cash, eating flies shh, rise open mirror star I dreamed you fell asleep while I was awake and you dreamed I was the color of your eyes I dreamed you were a laurel tree picking me out leaf by leaf I now know too much, I drink not enough hard-knock lemonade
protect me from my own words & kiss my sighs without permission a colony of ants walking along the silver bridge asunder under the noon light of yesterday imprudent cuffs on all of us blinking away drawn chalked jives maybe I wrote all of this for nothing but two cans of roasted peanuts from the gas-station before I depart my body in chiaroscuro like worlds in a world as a late avant in flagrante stopwatch marking early my flaunted passages sin preguntas, sรณlo con mi corazรณn must I juxtapose what I could never ask 8 billion people singing at the same time in the streets, the heat, summer when I wake up empty weightless hearted
at climax in my starlit hands tomorrow, what do I deserve to kiss but mud hanging in icicles off of heaven-piercing towers ready to fall on the city’s hands and feet nothing more lovely than a blank sheet of paper peeling off my eyes each set of eyes full of wells yet all the wells sucked dry by conglomeration between tattered black roads & broken white lines guzzle & spit lies over blue-eyed skyline dichotomies it’s like—it’s like black death walking down white cement steps picking up the em dashes I sprinkled on ant trails you love to use without use in the middle of the night, before black birds pray sublime exclamation already we have everything we need in heaven, there is always a sunset
i postscript pages i wanna learn how to fly on the grand canyon eyes blonde from the blind sun moon rainbow halo not afraid of the clown? si me entiendes sin subtĂtulo por quĂŠ requieres tanto mi bolĂgrafo holes in the wall, bulls hardest to get artificially lit bullshit walking out that door and snow burned my eyes between lives i was there for little, the road to nowhere, french town the shells fell from a storm and cloud our moon passing north or south the sky verse the sea i am the middle of every sentence everything is everything chaining truth
polyester figaro i word aqua charcoal sleep like a ghost mercury painting sulfur on a silver platter forsaken nailing almost my guitar with my gold painting my pain on gold ive forgotten how to write every silver gold name down i keep overall nailing my lips on forsaken trees bashing painting with my hand mercury want with lips a guitar is my hand painting dresses i keep my lips on forsaken names painting a name when painting my forgotten head painting sulfur my guitar dresses almost gold with lips a guitar on forsaken paintings only when the world is almost over the lips on you painting only silver hands painting my lips on a painting forgotten on gold stigmata
& if bitter gray clouds hear me mourn unseen melancholy always at this lonely dusk every silent flower about spoke crepuscular skin within no shadow did the moon echo truth empty my crow soul here through which dark midnight lost full as a kiss would I dream of love crying lightning but I am her heartbeat covered in forest light like a whisper to the strange sky only you believe will dawn my howling eyes
you are a dream & I’m a nightmare you are an unblossomed field of roman roses pronounced in each bead of a golden rosary all the names given to every fallen petal & I’m a sable chattel of homeless nights trying to find a heart to sleep in with unwritten eyes ready to blink the syllables of our lips.
I am an end of a love song I'm tired of hearing the same love song over and over till the radio sleeps. I wanna write you a political riot but I dig my face into the street waiting for the late night high tide to wash away my thoughts of you sleeping with the sun and all the stars rocking blue. Sunburst canyons, we are sleepless nights of a large round table, enraptured by the moon dragon. Counting powerlines through the smashed swarms of lovebugs on the windshield, these are my eyes I leave here for the robins to eat. Icarus falls, hands himself over to absolution, waits for the rain to clean his trees. A home always has its limits. Imagine another star born nearby. A man like a woman caught in a web so deep they nearly forgot about it, cause shit in a bottle drank and drank and drank the whole damn river, and a river always has an end.
abandoned fields, old town everywhere i step is an entrance, outcome every door i walk through is an exit dozed and conjectured i rest my unrequited decisions, distractions eating fucking dust from my woes to your woes in the red cardinal’s afternoon sun it’s yellow today and softer than the seagrass
lemon leon peach pie so God ignores me when i told, ex sc use me explained myself about dusk quacking on the moon like, idk a flock of wishes out side my window slipping on the sleeves a burning man walk ing on the yard it's all in our i magi nation oh well, always the eye what do you call the yellow hanging from the sky a little bird chasing the big bird away goodbye & goodbye?
Bury here my raisin eyes, cokehead crescent cookie tonight’s thought shot shut black as the sun, my balloons pop blood, all the seconds i lost to love i can pretend to be april heart sweet, honey potluck bananas & strawberries in a straw bale maze, if only your heart was upside down like world change looks like too many red days i could pretend to be in love with things around you that make you spin i know what a butterfly's hazy view is in wonderland, you want off my eyes talking turquoise hydrangea cheeks pressed in dandy leaflet blessings a reflection on every either side plate blender blood sweat but no bull.
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