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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Grinning Across the Shadows and Clouds – Wild Monkey Cry

Posted on September 16, 2010 by

Well, well –  it seems the monkeys are out, the water is soiled and the wind blows down, across my feet and face. Hair real tangled. What is it boogie-girl, hot like paste, cold as snow? My arms feel weak; not … Continue reading →

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Street-Cooked Faults

Posted on April 22, 2010 by

dug low,
neck to neck,
high-straps with
street-cooked
geologic faults Continue reading →

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My Candy Girl

Posted on February 19, 2010 by

It’s called taste of the savage,
for ponys and monkeys,
a sweet attraction;
for candy boy love Continue reading →

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Leviticus ’65

Posted on January 18, 2010 by

I chose deep coma puffs for months; hoping for a big bang difference, but saw more of the same, those political chants and the binge melody; spread my head from ear to nose, and dripped to a kneeling pose that hurt the knees; that he created. Continue reading →

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