Tag Archives: Serge Gainsbourg

Wild Thing

Posted on May 8, 2013 by

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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Shadows Paint the Walls

Posted on January 31, 2013 by

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!

Posted on January 28, 2013 by

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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Bellow the Bloat and Waste the Lamb

Posted on January 15, 2013 by

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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Blushed Romance and Foreign Lip-Lock

Posted on December 28, 2012 by

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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Time Drips Down and Down

Posted on December 15, 2012 by

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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Your Deep As Fathoms

Posted on April 11, 2011 by

I hear and smell your scent. I feel your hunger for survival.
I see you coming home. Continue reading →

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Backward Movemaker

Posted on February 18, 2011 by

Sitting on a hole in the sky – she flies – my mind drapes arms reaching – up the chute and down the even temperament; look below, the flow, the flow, the flow – the numb-horsed tropia – while the ringmaster whips. … Continue reading →

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It Is The Baring Of Wild-Eyed Tensions

Posted on November 27, 2010 by

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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Enhanced Storytellers

Posted on November 18, 2010 by

Pieces of flight and characters who boast their stories, enhanced storytellers some,
who squeeze more of life, when one was enough. Continue reading →

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Grinning Across the Shadows and Clouds – Wild Monkey Cry

Posted on September 16, 2010 by

Well, well –  it seems the monkeys are out, the water is soiled and the wind blows down, across my feet and face. Hair real tangled. What is it boogie-girl, hot like paste, cold as snow? My arms feel weak; not … Continue reading →

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Watery Eyes So Clearly Focused

Posted on September 7, 2010 by

Oh gosh my head is swaying and feeling the sentiments, goshing the corners of my mouth; throwing back breathless moments. The sentiments abundant of life full of moments and watery eyes so clearly focused; there you are, there you are, … Continue reading →

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A Discharge in Dirt

Posted on July 3, 2010 by

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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Mist of Sad Songs

Posted on June 29, 2010 by

With the sweat of icons and glistened pearls in stone, she wept for lambs lost, generations plowed under and sweet potatoes that sun themselves. This south, sweet heritage of folds, of historical nuance and terrible crimes. Lay with me tender, … Continue reading →

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Street-Cooked Faults

Posted on April 22, 2010 by

dug low,
neck to neck,
high-straps with
street-cooked
geologic faults Continue reading →

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Sacred Ponder

Posted on February 10, 2010 by

Inciteful… choosing time to ponder. Continue reading →

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Blue Tinted, Eyes

Posted on January 27, 2010 by

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

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One Legged Cha Cha

Posted on January 23, 2010 by

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

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Sorry Dear, I Whispered

Posted on January 21, 2010 by

Such fragrance… Gypsy Women. Continue reading →

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When this American Woman – she replied years later

Posted on January 11, 2010 by

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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Morning Prayer

Posted on January 10, 2010 by

chins to ground among the shrill, hordes of anger with tiny voices of fruitless grain, ears sewn closed waves of wind, noise to white with mortal bites, elegant absence, mouths sewn open frosty views to simplicity of you, bastards of … Continue reading →

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