My Home Ionian Isles
I taste your desire" a strawberry mind
blue muffin(casket walls of wet desire)
breasts of isolated systems of dynamic mathematics
by its numeral ills of base ZERO ...
monolithic flowers swaying 1.61 degrees
by beautiful deaths.
GRIND() my pressure colored paintings weeping
upon famous walls of museums and words dripping ink-words
toward the masses. I weep. I weep. I weep! those dreams
are more than handles than women or men as sunlight
in isolated systemic hearts!
Older than wooden ships that offer vanished ghosts
who can hold this hand of mine?
Of mine. Whom zooms through
one perfectly beautiful now...
my home : Ionian isles.
:: 09.15.2021 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2021
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