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Sweet Addiction Mistress

Golden wings, sweet tongue flying.   Sugar girls, film noir. Toes touch necks, scratching grind  – rhythms not sane.   Polished bright for all. Come one, come all. Tent of covers.   Spot in corner. Sweet addiction mistress.     Grab … Continue reading

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My Hollywood Girl, You Mystery Mine

My Hollywood a mystery girl, all sunglasses and rose-shaped hips, smile at me, smile sweet sun.   Paint me young and draw a tour of stores and palms.   Love girl, play girl, steal me in the daytime light. Front … Continue reading

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Starlight of Flesh

Resurrect some head and give some breath. Outside with variation. Slap the flash of sun shadows. Fiction. Read the story girls. Whisper stories, celebrate the taste; a guide for ghosts. Uncomfortable bend on stone. Starlight of flesh. Softly Softly Softly

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Fresh Peppered Loin

Blackback stares, shares secret beats with rouge-bright skins, a patter of later tomorrows, future rounds of bouts – beating hands – airstream shapes, thinking mercy, give us beat, ignite our cores – loosened lips, sweet smell of mold – lay back dreamer. … Continue reading

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Honey Pie

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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Little Pink Matches

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

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!

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

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

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

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

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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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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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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My Grump and Grind Act is Back to Feast

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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The Lounge (once more)

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

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

Nighttime driving seeing double dippers and naked romps Continue reading

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Color My Dreams and Hue My Light

Everybody rides the wave of time. Some ride fast and others, perch slow. All make book for the end of light, for the ride of demise where day is left, unwritten. Peaceful playground, my imagination, this zoo of misfits who … Continue reading

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The Curious See

Streams of light continue understood – of life and before. The curious see. People know – they don’t talk. The stars tell all at five in the morning. They show the end and the beginning. Constant beam, to me, to you … Continue reading

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