Monthly Archives: December 2012

Blushed Romance and Foreign Lip-Lock

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

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

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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We Plant and We Plant

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

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

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

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

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

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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I Tap and Dance Your Beat

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

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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