Category Archives: Jacques Prevert

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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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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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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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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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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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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An Underwater Vision of the Ground

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

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Tomorrow and Next Week is Too Late

It is the point of no return, it is the flavor of
urchin and girls. They are not exclusive to sensual touch,
they have so much wind with some gingered release. Continue reading

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Throwing Pitch Across The Water

Wave upon lap and slow-downed flavors – reminder
of trees out west, plants above a knee; sniff and snuff;
browned nose. 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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Coffee Cups Empty

I hover while you sleep unprotected – as tears march slowly with beaten rhythms. Your dreams unguarded, whisking memories – where you were and now very distant. Why are we lost to temptation, losers among swimmers and pulsating waters? Sorrow … Continue reading

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Songs of Giggles

The softness of hands and
golden sweet lashes, that planted
seeds of memories. Continue reading

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Blue Tinted, Eyes

You float with blue, tinted eyes;
oh, Simone. Continue reading

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Sorry Dear, I Whispered

Such fragrance… Gypsy Women. Continue reading

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