Tag Archives: William S. Burroughs

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Bluebird Chimes and Cafe Checks

Posted on September 26, 2010 by

Motor me and wreck me through; you caught me up; you sung by night. The wild sky reach and glass of wine; the sip of air – so crisped and shatter. It sounds like spiked drink up and ladies bare … Continue reading →

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Whew – Sweat Down Beads of Sweat

Posted on September 12, 2010 by

Spank my hand and twist my finger – but don’t plug my nose -
I gotta smell – I want to taste… feel the thrill, oh don’t give it up -
so easy – so simple, filthy girl. Continue reading →

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Dance the Sin

Posted on August 22, 2010 by

A little less bible, give me the belt. Make me blue, give me wings, make the house jive coffee, make it simmer, jump and trip the wires – let it rip my cords. Flash-time purpose, pinch and feel my throat. … Continue reading →

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Fast on a Track, Quick to Go

Posted on August 19, 2010 by

Way down where the hands meet mine – my gloves, the tights and my round-steamed hints. I am boogie, the dance up top, the willow that bends and the freak out lyric – rattle cups, brittle nails. My oh, my! … Continue reading →

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The Guide, The Snort and Diem

Posted on August 19, 2010 by

Make little dimples in the air, the ones you drew in water, the currents – the sounding of the horns; the hunt. The leaves flow down, they pause for breath – and the source of beat, the sound of heat, … Continue reading →

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One Legged Cha Cha

Posted on January 23, 2010 by

So get ready;
here comes the show;
a 1 a 2 a 3. Continue reading →

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The Lounge

Posted on January 14, 2010 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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Black Coffee Boogie

Posted on January 12, 2010 by

Today I shared lunch, a circle of coffee both share le noir, poison secrets a tool for conversation she is hot additive, savage colosseum, the scent; spirit fume. both are simmered, and full bodied 2010 Barry Comer

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Morning Prayer

Posted on January 10, 2010 by

chins to ground among the shrill, hordes of anger with tiny voices of fruitless grain, ears sewn closed waves of wind, noise to white with mortal bites, elegant absence, mouths sewn open frosty views to simplicity of you, bastards of … Continue reading →

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The Green Fairy

Posted on January 6, 2010 by

…naked tempations that menace the soul Continue reading →

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