Category Archives: God

Shadows Paint the Walls

Posted on January 31, 2013 by

My home is warm where skin blisters a fragrant smell.   But my home is warm and I survive.   Someone is always telling me to leave, but home is where I find my blanket.   It is me.   Call it sane mayhem, or … Continue reading →

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Hey Girl – Sweet Dirty Bitcher!

Posted on January 28, 2013 by

Hey big girl – lets play it fast with little start-up and pedal push.   Beat the toms – let’s drum the dark and fit the lock and storm the pool.   Oh big girl – slinky longest.   You not … Continue reading →

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Tame My Monkey for Smokes of Hot and Fetching Breath

Posted on January 27, 2013 by

Dizzy rates high and lists of bars lowered.   Tame my monkey for smokes of hot and   fetching breath.   Soon darling soon.   Polish to gleam   and inspect  your hole.     Your encase and clinks to ground excite my ears. … Continue reading →

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Once More for Making Sure

Posted on January 12, 2013 by

Release the heat and lick my soul with cleansing flames. Once consumed, I will be free of earth and space. Onward sentimentalities; give our embrace tonight – is certain. Turn the dial and etch the settings. Once more for making … Continue reading →

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Blushed Romance and Foreign Lip-Lock

Posted on December 28, 2012 by

We sail smooth runners iced and swelled, in teas of black with Chinese talk-talk.   Lay your hands on me, such smoothness tickles; my fuzz and temptations – you feel.   It’s our room on Boulevard Saint-Germain where hush-hush is our … Continue reading →

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Twinkles of Stars

Posted on December 22, 2012 by

We turn around and find  pinholes, water streams of light, from stars who swallowed and took our lives.   With sounds of snorts and whiskered, bully throats.   Whose heart am I searching, in this season of hello goodbyes?   We look upon … Continue reading →

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We Plant and We Plant

Posted on December 16, 2012 by

My eyes are clenched.   Throat-scorched with car pipe fumes and with rusted sounds from last week.   The trip was wrong and the news worse.   We plant and we plant.   I hear muted sounds of cries and wish I … Continue reading →

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Time Drips Down and Down

Posted on December 15, 2012 by

Abbreviated love this afternoon, until light strikes clouds and hours roar near. I think it often while extending moments and ticks, until my sun who shimmers; circles along my chest. Happy is the word and content for hands; that touched … Continue reading →

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Tears and Sentimentality

Posted on December 13, 2012 by

The ocean is licking the wounds of sadness and desperation. Each day as the tide flows out – with tears and sentimentality. 2012 Barry Comer

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Hold Me Hard

Posted on December 12, 2012 by

Angels who walk me past, and show the sights, but never ask. Don’t let this pass – this trail of hot blooded cries. I will tell and let you know – just how it feels. Even sliding and hurting upside down, I’ll beg the … Continue reading →

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Beat of Our Dreams, Sweet Thoughts

Posted on December 9, 2012 by

We climb to the stars baby – the stars’ ladder. We are those stars of charts and meanderings through the crystal skies, the jet-plane paths and blue oxygen. How far I climb is up to me, but all I see … Continue reading →

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I Tap and Dance Your Beat

Posted on December 4, 2012 by

Where you go, I will follow, in tune and in time. Yes in dark, of course. Yes to all. Because, I believe. If shadows pull my curtains down and a northern breeze prevails, I will follow. Your song. No distraction will … Continue reading →

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Fuzz Fuzz Fuzz and Feedback Thrills

Posted on December 2, 2012 by

Lightning strikes me baby; oh man, it does. All tapered strings and such light moves. Downward licking - the voltage makes me high. Give me shake and push me raw – I want to hurt down low – so down. Your shrill … Continue reading →

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My Grump and Grind Act is Back to Feast

Posted on November 29, 2012 by

Back like baboons – full of grumps to grinds; my pleasures are theirs. They obey my commands! You guessed it old world, my new world troubles. The monkey house riots, are back in town. Here little monkey with feed-song screech. Claw … Continue reading →

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Her Breath Greases Grip

Posted on November 28, 2012 by

Hair sweet movement – stops and starts while breath fixing down, way down – she hangs to life. Oh, she sees no end in sight. Poor baby lost in lust, an addiction to white boys and servants. This is final she … Continue reading →

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The Lounge (once more)

Posted on November 28, 2012 by

Such a polished act, “who you mean”, your obscenity and crawling nails, they scratch the sidewalk, we lost all hope for You and walk with dark eyes; thrown from Your arms. You held the tickets, of children whose dreams and … Continue reading →

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So We Live and Die Until Dark

Posted on April 13, 2011 by

Harsh land they say, so we live and die until dark and beaten we pray our way to heaven. Bodies angelic flailing about with haunches round; tilted upward. They don’t pray, these gilded principals. They are the extravagant; taken with themselves. … Continue reading →

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An Underwater Vision of the Ground

Posted on March 28, 2011 by

To drown, a drowning,
an underwater vision of
the ground Continue reading →

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Forgotten in Light

Posted on December 27, 2010 by

Pull back now and all will be forgotten in light. Continue reading →

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It Is The Baring Of Wild-Eyed Tensions

Posted on November 27, 2010 by

Sweet tasting girls; pucker-mouthed gumdrops and cherry lips. Where do you store it? How do you feel me with feathered hair or with warbled throats?
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Enhanced Storytellers

Posted on November 18, 2010 by

Pieces of flight and characters who boast their stories, enhanced storytellers some,
who squeeze more of life, when one was enough. Continue reading →

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Angel Fleet by My Shoulder

Posted on November 8, 2010 by

I languished over a cup of coffee, felt up and down my thighs for muscular-electric pulses and seethed along the cold roads of Cherokee. Furthermore I witnessed for god, observing a silent jogger; most hushed and gentle. She swept by with lack of … Continue reading →

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Scrape The Skin

Posted on October 9, 2010 by

Breeze on a back, push and tickle – fingers that scrape skin and bloody the scalp. Give pause to moments clear, perceptive and grateful. Broken wind to face, shutter forehead growl – locomotion and waves for vision, heat and lips … Continue reading →

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Slapped Thighs, Bound Wrists

Posted on October 6, 2010 by

Clop de clop, scuffle along – seek us now – we lost
you dear, we suffocate. We kneel – we fear -
slapped thighs, bound wrists – suffer quietly among
the light – my moon. Continue reading →

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This Land of Which We Speak

Posted on September 29, 2010 by

Yeah I am gonna like this one because it’s full of beat and rhythm no matter how or why – as the man said to me earlier today “there are plenty downtown, go there” and wondered what he meant and … Continue reading →

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