In Theory,    a poem could go on
for infinity due to the abstract
nature of the form;     an infinite
loop is the best one gets; repeat
refrain, so,  either every poem
is technically unfinished as some
see it,            |  or every poem is
merely a stanza in an enormous
meta-poem;    | I prefer the latter.

Medusa and Lizzie stood at the edge of the tumbling tidal plunge.
“I guess I’ll be making me amends.” said Lizzie dolefully.
“Whatever do you mean?”
“I was a scoundrel to you and your bunch. I deserve a good flogging.”
“Oh? Why didn’t you say so!”
Going to the ship and clambering up and inside Medusa returned wearing a short black leather cape and mask, carrying the twenty-foot twelve plait magical Leather Bullwhip.
“I say, ******,” said Perry sitting up on the grassy knoll. “What do you think is going on here?”
Hat over eyes, ****** mumbled something, not seeing Medusa taking Lizzie roughly by the arm and dragging her to the open clearing before them. ****** was snoring, fingers over his belly, Perry watching with rapt interest as Medusa pushed the woman to her scuffed knees and lashed her wrists. Lizzie lowering her head of long frizzy blonde hair bending forward to make her gritty sweat drenched back muscles the more pronounced under the precipitous waterfall’s crystal spray.
The cowboy heard the first crack of rawhide on splitting flesh but stayed asleep dreaming it was Medusa getting the beating when in reality it was Medusa lacerating the robust pirate who’d requested the treatment as proper discipline in accordance with the code of the high seas. Lizzie didn’t shriek at first; bearing up to the brutal lashing but as Medusa showed no sign of abating, the woman threw her head back howling and screaming in insensible agony. Her body numb with a feverish pain; Lizzie shook from head to foot and turned the color of blood even where she weren’t bleeding. At last collapsing on her face barely conscious, tears and perspiration clouding her reddened eyes.
“Up, *****,” ordered the Mistress. “Have you had enough?”
“No, ma’am” came the growling whimper. “I let meself be captured by those scurvy knaves. For thet I deserve at least three hundred more lashes.”
“So be it!”
“Mistress Medusa! Stop!” shouted Perry unable to take the sight any longer. Blood from Lizzie’s taut muscles had sprayed everywhere attracting crawling colonies of insects to the sweet nectar. “I can’t sit watching you beat a woman to death.”
“What have you been doing ‘til now?” scolded Medusa.
“I wanted to see how far you’d, oh, I should have known.”
“Relax, Periwinkle. She’s going to need a good cleaning up before she has any supper. Why don’t you take her over by the waterfall. Dawn will give you something to make the leathery old broad smell like a ton of roses.”
Confused by it all, Periwinkle helped Lizzie stagger to her feet leading her by the waist to the flowing waters there she sat up on a rock trying to stretch her limbs but they were shredded.
Dawn brought Perry a bottle of cooling salve. “Here you are, Mister Perry.”
“Thank you, Dawn. This will ease the pain I’m sure,” he said patting a *** of the wet cream into his hand stepping to the brawny pirate’s defined back to begin smoothing it over her rough skin.
“Perry,” she said, “Let’s get this sweat off me ‘fore ya go a-wastin’ that thar fine perfume what ya got there. Leave it be, lad, it’ll be there when we need it. Whyna join me under the spray an’ have a bit of it. I’m for the taking as is.”
Perry feeling the twitch in his ***** tore out of his vest and collar. “Get it all off, man, we’s not doing laundry.”
“Oh, right,” he said, tugging off sox and braces.
Naked as man and very large woman they dipped under the chilly waves. He was luxuriating at the sandy shoal enjoying the flowery wind blowing over the verdant mountainside.  “This is paradise,” said Perry laying in the rippling currents.
****** awoke to the smell of Dawn’s bubbling cauldron. He sat up hungry and ready to eat.
“Mister ******, you cannot eat ‘til you have bathed,” said the witchy gypsy.
“Bathed?”
Yes,” she said. “We cannot eat my mother’s grass soup until we have cleansed our inner light.”
“I don’t know,” he said catching himself mid sentence.
Leaving the boiling ***, her body well rounded and dusky olive Dawn trundled to the flowing mist her limbs bristling. Medusa scaly and filthy giving him a look he could never live down he pulled off his rumpled blue outfit.
“You look a whole lot different when you drop all that cowboy gear, you know that?”
“Uh, I reckon so. I don’t ‘member the last time I walked around buck naked like this. I’m sure liking this heat.” ****** without his chaps and hat and other duds was a surprise. He looked like something natural to the rainforest. Maybe an ancient panther god. Medusa meanwhile was shedding scales all over the place in the Amazonian heat. She was starting to turn so dark a shade of green she appeared brown, and her vipers, in her ultimately relaxed state of mind appeared to have transformed into long black curls that lay wryly down to the hollow above her ***. Taking his fingers like a child they walked hand in hand into the breaking waves.
After they’d eaten Medusa felt relaxed, like her bones had turned to water. The sound of the big river flowing nearby made her thighs vibrate and she opened her eyes to search out the man. He wasn’t far. This was new. It still felt like a surreal dream, everything since the huge sacrificial ceremony all those potions and powders and juices still made her head spin. The jungle heat made her center of gravity tilt so Southward she could barely walk upright. She was throbbing with a need she thought she had banished a thousand years ago. “**** this play-cowpoke, he got to me,” she thought, “Curse that white bandana, and his perfect ***. I gotta get over this,” she lectured herself; but not this second. She laughed out loud and tapped his shoulder as they sat by the fire. He jumped a little, but then granted her a new thing. A slowly sweet smile. And she rolled into his arms in a heated abandon of simply wanting to be held to his flesh, kissed, to feel his hips grating on hers, and then to sleep, nothing more.
This was a whole new world.
Perry and Lizzie taking a flaming torch and winding further up the mountainous path, stopped on a steep plateau where planting the flame, she playfully tackled him, pinning him to the ground. He was prepared as ever. Her groaning moans were pleasure mixed with pain from the severe beating Medusa had given her, not that Lizzie Quick, Queen of pirates hadn’t had worse at the hands of the Royal Navy. The chattering women were hairy and hunched; the naked ringleader of the bunch coming forward with her shaman husband.
“Remy!” cried Perry. “What are you doing here like this? What’s happening?”
“Arrgg me hearty. You be my prisoners now and me wife’s gotta thing about heads. She likes ‘em real small an’ yours is too big, Periwinkle.”
“Have you gone mad, man? You can’t shrink our heads!”
“Oh sure they can. They’ve got it down to a science. I even helped ‘em make a few improvements. Take ‘em away, grrrls!”

Red Red Red Red-of-the-Media Blitz
Annie helps in bulk; it does not matter
The tree is different; But not by the forms
of the same species, onscreen
the same screen of glass and mirrors,
1: Sorry, Alchemy, We have passed out of death
he was on that side, Russia has, of blind beans,
and covered with the mist of death:
A heart full of love; The Spanish spare Clients
Meditation that you have to not only the Lord,
and Diana, 1 year, in Asia; The beach is near the truth

and in a land in which no man, is in the heavens,
Uspensky,                   This has to change to fulfill
the cavalry, and in the winter, the winter quarters of the fool,
And Paul said: What do you want?
1 gold is old,   is already too much.
"Water is death."    1 and seven horses
I saw the copies of the four bright stars,
Then again, not every city ...
1 for help, and thus, do nothing,            do not withhold from thee;
1, in the dark,                                                            ­     and in the East, and violence;
1 I'm sorry to read and write to the image and follows;
for example, hot drinks, and the two men, one of the product is, however, to be explained in;
The first fall of the equator, Egypt ...         and what color gloves in the countryside;
and tomatoes in tomato, which is five minutes of the start of John;         Maecenas minutes and was found in Virginia;                                                        ­         No price;
Men and women and children of color;                                                          t­hey died
The complete carrots
The end does not happen.
In the computer industry equipment,                                                      p­rocess show
The risk of the sun. Recently in parts; All things to me,      Go, and the air, the sea
and the air, the heavens opened,
and the measure of olive oil on the side of the cup
was found to be a golden cup in the negative:
see, now the heat in the water is heated to;
And it starts with her husband John, the arrival of security,           this is the dieties ornaments? After a wheelchair today was less than a cruise;
Power and evil, death that said
And his wife, and a towel;  and customers
When the clouds of love letters from John
it yielded no fruit will be fixed.
Where the Red lacquered version of the Red;                                          screenshot
The easiest way that a year;
Maecenas especially the nature of the Prophet,                           and now we know
This is what it should be done;
break,                                                    t­ime to call ...

screwdriving, screwdripping in bed
with my sister in the New light,       up
in the
morning;    John climbs up the tree to
the angel of Bettie Einstein, to the
wedding who is of Adultery, salt and eggs,
Eve, the people of Pesslnus want to meet
you within the walls of sleep;          Greek
and Latin,
with guns, are under          The Wheat Time
that remains as in the painting of the waves
he begins to make it serve as a means
of securing the treatment;    But the species
of love dominated the second licensing
board;  football at the foundation of it,
it is still in the wilderness, a lying language
of music; Maecenas, who is rich
and has
a richly fragrant aroma for a guy,
Glory to the media center to know
the User Accounts homepage;
The blond working in paradise
has six toes
on each foot and a solid foundation
to stand on;   The women call it hollow
burning pillows,     Fools empty graves
of artifacts,
ych;           The message of the offering |
is in place of a single common effort;
He gave a long decline,         and clasps
his daughter,  who kisses his hand before
the ṣaṣewe;  And the image is of the dark
shadow of evil, the wind,   it is the wind
of love,
the pain bitter

If you are a Fascist, you are not supported
by Tim Cantey and the four Hadrôn Rings;
no Mormon claims, Member and freedom,
If you are sorry;     If you are still in royal
Car cars, vehicles;             Such a position
of the way and the modern position 2
2, 2, 3 and 4;   22 intermediate nodes,
and sea; The capabilities are near the
visitor's; The Atlantis floor's iron drum
is in sections, making conversation
at the University of Hawaii,  here's
her coffin and detergent;   Six licenses
of licenses Six six six or managers
from vacuum facializing six sexes'
information on design;             of whom which
you are near wielded is Named Desire's name
in the future;   1'll create your own before you
are done to beat the company, some important
Access to it for Voice Voice Voice's Voice
it filedunder penalty Artifact  | the flower
Tissue Center conversion to the floor of
application;  What is their; All that it is
is a science area # 1 is available for the
outside world for guests to host visitors;
This song is made in spite of the freedom
of Tim Cantey's members;     no member
of the members;            The members who do not
have children; And there are members in the city
Of the children of them that are born in unison;
nor the manner, the vehicle of the mode, the vehicle;
the mode of the method,            powerful modem 22
mode, 2, 3, 4,          22 nurses in the midst of the sea
are mighty in strength;       The Captain of the place
smeared with acne;                         creating delivery
of the ****** act to             the University of Hawaii
*** drinks, coffee, and detergent;                 patent
Destiny's litter or lack of Chatter,         easy veggies
to six six six angel in a mirror to be beheaded,
the mirror;           For those who are so closely
welded that described above,            the name
of the Lamb of God to come;     previously choking
on his own jugular in this house;             necessarily
limited access to the outside;          Voice's Aviation
House of Pain is a vast Asian Artifact | the flower
of tissue from drying place for nets,
rather than the light;                 1 paint the presence
of the great blessing; That's when certain holy men
mean everything # 1 in the world to a wayward
woman;            Sarah stranger before blooming:
Neither IF  HE Khan were here,    
if there was not the Awon omo;
Ègbè ti Awon omo Ègbè ti Awon,           omo Ègbè Awon omo Ègbè
ti Awon O model,                                  there was no Awon O  model
did not have the Awon O model,           there was no Awon O model
there was no Awon O model, there was no Awon O model
I did not have the Awon O model;   I did not have the Awon O model;
I did not have the Awon O model;   I did not have the Awon O model
2 Awon O model 2 Awon O model 2 Awon O model 2 Awon O model

This song is made despite the freedom
of Tim Cantey's team; no group of Mormons;
Members who did not have children;
And there are children in the city; Their
children have been born one for roads,
vehicles of fashion, vehicles; the mode
of the way, the powerful modem 22 mode,
2, 3, 4, 22 nodes in the middle of the sea
powerful in power; The Captain of the places
smeared with acne; creating delivery of the
*** act, the University of Hawaii Drink Coffee
and detergent; patent Destiny's litter or lack
of chatter, easy veggies six billion six angels
in the mirror to be so, mirror; For those who
are very close wedded that is explained
above, the names that the Lamb of God
should come; already to create on your own
jugular in this house; really end
access to the outside; Voice's Bad Home
of Pain Posted in Asia Artifact | the flower
of tissue to transfer a place for them,
rather than light; 1 face great blessings;
That is what the Holy Man means,
when all are # 1 is the place for a Wayward
woman;       Sarah hosting before blooming
                     ni or WA kiosk that Kani says
To get out is simply in Sueur gbawo
without Sexuelle boire pade;
Awon O modei,      ripped a hole in Dee's tank-top,
her **** blister in the heat lying on the beach chair
at the bar idaraya;                      **** cheats Satan
be in the mirror jiggling it;

jigun jigun invisible home help foju Pein
fake watering Ah, VA ASIATIQUE;           Carpenter,
                                                hey, oldest movie ever!
Awor an Awon Oju  iw-ti-Awon Oju iw Awon eniyan
i 2 i wa Sara iu pray;       Awon Oju Awon ajeji ajeji

This poem is in spite of Tim Cantey's freedom
members;             Members not part of members;
of members,             having children that are not
members of the community and are not
The children's children who are the moderns;
no mode, mode, mode,           mode, mode mode,
22 powerful mode mode modem,   2, 3, 4, 22
powerful, powerful Nurses, one mean & you can
see her ***;
officers smeared with acne;    Delivery Delivery
of the ****** act to the University of Hawaii
Drinking ***, detergent and coffee;   Open
to defect or the fate of the litter's cha-cha
easily veggies out to six six six;   angel
decapitated back to the Looking  Glass,
into the mirror; For those who are united to get laid;
            From the name of the Lamb of God to come
down choking on his own jugular vein juice
to this domicile;        which juts out at the necessity
of the Voice of the aviation of pain;               House
is a vast Asian Artifact |      The tissue of the flower
of the light of the valuable fishnets;              1 paint
the face of the great,                some people as holy,
enduring all the world:            a strange woman # 1.
           Strangers having the face of Sarah blooming

Borea,     about Bob in the middle of the people,
from the Satanic content throughout,
the Yellow Age's bed is not enough,
1 lonely **** puts the radio on;
OMFG,                    |  The terrible MOOG votes
for the actor to have been joining the Travelling
Newsletter as a Peace Center,          |        and **** girls,
Couples see if the brightness of the lightness
is the video and the only AUMLET;
best blistering truly with ******* shadows
on Dot's ****,    |     one time at the Laguna,
Six mimes,
and a gray Wolf; she's wearing her War thong
and the Fed's idea of Judaism
has a lot of meanings,  six of Satan's beauties
are ours if their groan is like GRRR,
caressing her opponents                                     in danger
of being
a foreigner who has disappeared;
if you have followed 1 of us and          
if it is as always
                            she stays in the middle of the mountain
signs that she had been attorney of the Enid
photographs, of course,                
all except the App;
that is starting,                     |          the great Chamberlain,
the general well with other bracelets,      
the wings
of the weaving oh,     if we remove
                                 the carcass to say
to those who abused the face                     of the medium;
The Easiest's *** shows the why                    of the skin
                           of her wild girl