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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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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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Blue For Me and Black in Spades

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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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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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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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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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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Her Breath Greases Grip

Hair sweet movement – stops and starts while breath fixing down, way down – she hangs to life. Oh, she sees no end in sight. Poor baby lost in lust, an addiction to white boys and servants. This is final she … 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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Dancing Hands

This life perilous and tantalizing – angels yawn fables of dreams. Let me see a peek and show your side of heaven. Give rhythms and dance – just show me. How rushed our time plays and how dreams are made, … 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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America the Beautiful (a second look)

… the beginning. With purpled haze and showered stars, the crowds heaved toward heaven, and bared their chests, with savage eyes that screamed alarms, who played with notes and placed hypnotic words, into colors embracing their nightly rage. I dreamed … Continue reading

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Dip Your Hair in Me

She swirls her fingers along the straw and draws, the puddles among the shapes; the foolishness whose strings don’t attach. Her hair and poses. For whom? I saw her smile and dance those steps. Backwards touching toes and swirling lips; feeling breath, … Continue reading

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Midday Fun

Skinny-scenting, sensual and drums, quiet times in memory, touch my taste and odor; beat my burns until they heat.   My trapper of felines whose legs part, more and more, sensual  in blue, hot in black, nails dark, at noon and … Continue reading

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An Underwater Vision of the Ground

To drown, a drowning,
an underwater vision of
the ground 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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