Category Archives: devil

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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Wild Thing

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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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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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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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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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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So We Live and Die Until Dark

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

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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This Land of Which We Speak

Yeah I am gonna like this one because it’s full of beat and rhythm no matter how or why – as the man said to me earlier today “there are plenty downtown, go there” and wondered what he meant and … Continue reading

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Whine The Wind For Another Tale

Trickling some laughs and rippling steam, allow my hands to palm the curve, and smell my sense and shake the salt. Ears and waves her boiler-room shy, trust the touch; the experience of age. Smell your sense and shake it … Continue reading

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You Pompous Jerk

Find out where it is and toast it – fire it – melt it. See what it is and claim no ownership. Live it, breathe it – fight for it – discard it. Sweep up pips and pops, bangs and … Continue reading

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Dance the Sin

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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A Discharge in Dirt

Born dead with blinding light, we escape the mouth of time tugging back. Riding the light and the charge, it is a one-way straddle feeding the volts. Look up, gaze down – it’s where we end, a discharge in dirt. … Continue reading

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Leviticus ’65

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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The Lounge

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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