Category Archives: Serge Gainsbourg

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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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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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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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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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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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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One Legged Cha Cha

So get ready;
here comes the show;
a 1 a 2 a 3. Continue reading

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When this American Woman – she replied years later

You draped the wood, with scriptured visions of thundering praise, coveting the tablets, that broke my ritual; in thousands of pieces, my eyes looked up, and found their way; toes in front of smiles, I traced your sketch with silken … Continue reading

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