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Carissa Feb 2013
I can lick down telephone poles and lick down street signs

come sit in my chair

I can crush your house down with my brun thunder thighs

come sit in my chair

I can to be the dancing wind in this wonder water storm

come sit in my chair

We can exchange wings; I can be a catastrophic butterfly
Carissa Mar 2013
I would love to drag my aura on a walk to the top of a hill; make room in my rain jacket pockets for oleoresin capsicum and a flashlight, my container of weeds and slow burning leaves
I would love to kiss the grass with the spilling light from my mouth **** on my broken finger nails massaged by earth’s dirt
I would love to fall asleep under the hidden moon covered by a blanket made of water; they will remember my face with a smirk
I would love to cradle you little rotating sphere, nurture your tired ozone layer
She would love to drag us all, bury you beneath her holy herbaceous there will be plenty of firing kisses and the waves will come, you wont feel the cold
I would love to take you on a walk to the top of a hill
Carissa Mar 2013
Though it is such a beautiful pristine night, puffy fluffy sky

a pelican had soaked spaghetti like limbs mangled and dangled

thrusting thyself forward to comfortably drown in wet frozen crystals

[I am a life I am blinking] Your feathers were flapping frosted and numbed

Oh I bet the water was stinging yet pleasing - 656 55 3-4 the elderly woman said

her kind soul with a phone number for SPCA wildlife rescue and rehabilitation

the pelican is near death, I divulged with envy for that wave drowning you in warmth
Carissa Mar 2013
I am listening to melted ice-cubes breathe out of a squiggly straw

A member of the Canidae family tiptoeing to this mornings bread crumbs

I am listening to an old snore warmed under a red checkered quilt

Beige cigarette fumes off the wall crumpling rose tinted petals

I am listening to a computer fan- ***** computer for a ***** engineer

3:43 ante meridiem
Carissa Mar 2013
Today I followed an orange silky haired woman along side the ocean coastal lane

black mesh cloth legs split through the trees I paused to watch a cat walk

soft smiles I swam past velvet tightly wrapped thighs on this rubber and chain

cycling in sync behind a cat, in sync with hips -that sway in sync with cranes

all members of the Gruiformes flew, for the goddess came to rest on a rock

because for several minutes that rock loved her bottom I loved from behind

100 feet from behind I stared at the goddess dream reaching for her mane

no feelings in existence only blankly staring at your curled toes one more sun ray
Carissa Mar 2013
Roses, soft and cold roses

Like her ringed lips around his *******

Creamy scale excrement over your *****,

Fine cut jagged legs with stems inside his meatus

Roses
Carissa Mar 2013
Thrown waves on me at moonlight, ridden me away

pull my hairs still, frozen skin on her death night

Marine algae wrapped my brún drowning limbs

crashing waters, her sound of slapping skins

Penetrating pleasing plunge planked ashore

swimming mouth full of cries everlasting repression

Ceto rising soaking souls I am a healing temple

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