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Honey Pie

Posted on May 9, 2013 by

I’m so sorry honey pie, I got the mixed up tone and whipped up cream. I love you honey pie, of all the ones who flew me up and shot me down. I feel you honey pie, dear sentiment, my sweet rhyme. … Continue reading →

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Wild Thing

Posted on May 8, 2013 by

Wild Thing – you make my heart break. Wild Thing – I cannot be this sane. Wild Thing – I hate you and am down with that. Wild Thing, you moved me. Wild Thing – come on and torque me tight. You … Continue reading →

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Little Pink Matches

Posted on May 6, 2013 by

Grace follows a girl who whispers love and wears a sweat in gentle tufts; corn and syrup.   Positively lovely, adorning the sky with curling lace and little pink matches, waiting to strike.   45 rpm, soprano lilt; return dear scent, fond … Continue reading →

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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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Blue For Me and Black in Spades

Posted on January 29, 2013 by

Blue for me and black in spades.   One up and down with running totals – marked in blue and black for  you.   Blue of me who counts my cards and wilds imagination – blueways.   Black in prairie … 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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Bellow the Bloat and Waste the Lamb

Posted on January 15, 2013 by

We stand outside and bathe – in starlight and glow, of histories in context and roots.   Lives begun and deaths upon, stream showers of  eternal end and story.   Les lumières in canopy holding essence and finds – us who seeded the ground, that planted … 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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Peckered Inch That Dangles for Nothing

Posted on December 20, 2012 by

Here we goes, the trip begins and in back, so black to the crowd, someone yells – “go baby go”.   Let’s put this machine to the test and grind it out with redline fire and give it some all the way heroics.   We’ll insert the … 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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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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Where Are We Snatched in Time

Posted on December 6, 2012 by

We stopped what we were doing and went down west. Outdoors marching among the steel or within the wooden cities – we prayed escape, while running to big trucks of green, two-seater furnace runners and American steel. Gone and rid of papers, … 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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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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Travels Much Whimsy

Posted on November 28, 2012 by

37 points geographic, a plan – they say so in French. 48 feelings matched by same or less equal sentiments, of feeling lost by winded breath. Drop point here and travels much whimsy. Learn the new peculiar with abandon. Strengths … Continue reading →

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Garbage of Song List Memory

Posted on November 20, 2012 by

Nighttime driving seeing double dippers and naked romps 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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Your Deep As Fathoms

Posted on April 11, 2011 by

I hear and smell your scent. I feel your hunger for survival.
I see you coming home. Continue reading →

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Little Striped Suspenders

Posted on April 1, 2011 by

It isn’t my imagination that floozy shoes and little striped suspenders are worn at all. Be someone; and those shoes just dance for you.   2011 Barry Comer

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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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