stony romance the nights impulse,
my eyes- ballooned and Eclipsed
B' shells, beat-to-the shore, lined up free
    dump the earth's A-crust,:

      below deck, I stretched, to the top of these stairs,
g, your hair, pulls hard, i brushed, against you - no other compares
and to: men who want, but fail, *sh!

hear ye have been a nice rise of wheat,
already your future kids have scythed
the Old Entitlement
what keeps your replacements within these crops,  
and hearse, your arms reach many times  
to help you lay down, here.
These  New Seeds.

migrate hibernate or tough it out
impressive smell of your ****
did you kick me when left
idk i was drunk

A gentle float, she runs with scents of sweetness.
The road casts and bolts, warm & cold trancelike.
As I like to her eyes, that vast power.
roaring harp and sing, thy butterflies my stomach dances.

My pout put to rest, she forms her happiness with tightness.
A little days of duckling, crosses me just beyond.
As the day, never has it come at me with lightness.
O goodness I trip each early light, forever I have found.

The disorderly rays is skilled with teaching tis' a joy to drive.
All this beauty! It’s good to be on the autobaun.

You're tools crafty, you're the number
old slotted, kindly and numb
cutting our fingers, doc,flyme a little doogie

before what we couldn't bare to watch
a lonely naked humiliation
long drew-out tortuous end
exhaustion suffocation
no longer able to raise itself
a last breath horribly imagined
anonymous names of recruitment literature.

why can't I speak my native tounge
when you get to speak yours
in the belly of a fury

no matter what you say
i believe mechanical issues
this is mine,  yours yours

no language comes between us

golden locks
letting down bliss
hair that gathered glow
recessed sweet chills!

can ignoring get it to leave?

he's just an old flame
    and she only
knows the number and
names every time, she scratches

    and she gathers up sticks to burn
effigies of him and it remains
even more present.

below the others
   the nothing else said
matters;
but what it takes,
   doesn't take matter,
and is inseparable.

been so alone, never could make you
a friend,
*** always made each of us, an anomaly.

I am the light or space within that complexity
that took shape as a kiss.

I am the apple we present to the world
as not the only power at work within us.

This truth is in the telling.

2/27              800  AD                Xerox fiery                       1 1 : 0 0 PM
         Brittney'*******    /  Expensive Years  /   The National Treasure
wife >
where is the grist. What the hell?                   < Her man
wife >                                                          I go where i am listened to.
What is the means?                        < Her man
                                        Once I was tender and pliant, soon hard and dead.

The cat held men  
she was like salt sated
a leopard twitching me
her tail back and forth
operated with dignity but
to such urges Sade's song
was to me
like the Kalahari, who was dining of thirst.

...
touched and more, the world
revolver, humbly ease, the pain
the very things I want and needed.
and if I had been everything,
you'd say never, with such ruddy bliss, dropped from your face
the purse of lips, or a cleaver or mace
to die on stage, is everything one can be.

across the sea I ran
where girls dresses rain
ding the bell to where there peace is hiding
at home tolling its last goodbye
I lift them
off the wall
like any good work.

To die with you cuddled around me.
i don't believe in ***.
every ending a new beginning.

ballet at christmas, so soon before easter
the maypole rises silly, anyone for an ****?

the wall you found me in-
   the head makes your hands shake
with years, become friends,with it
    takes the world, just a day
-just to become, one with it.

if I thought every word I wrote
your heart would feel or take notice
   what was just mine or yours;

every feeling I felt, you could feel
every time my eyes turned elsewhere;
I can't believe in someone else's, and I found none;
and these elses are still just words.

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What If
       inside each single mouth,
there lived a wee little person
and if, on that person's back,
he strew dote a golden lock.
     lay blew pan's pan into a mystery,
we did wander and trust
fully abandoned
then, sighed to March
the days of Yor majesty.

roll over seeing green
 
    good is being seen, losing sight,
just to be wearing black, is bad

good is a stout man, who likes a fine wine, tastes it badly
having lost his touch, finds losing touch,
a place,
   as likely to be in, that bad
and she likes.

his listening, still good,
his fast forward button still bad.

    and when his bad became good, and popping his gums still bad
she rolled into an umbrella.

smelling as rich as a merchants goods, overwhelmed
with having to be good,
        and smells the bad.

that rush of eating it,
almost always but never ever does
to my one and only fast heart,
truly satisfy.

your song baaaaaby
I figure she doesn't stand on its own
comes as shown - its for you halli.b
with some assembly required
batteries not included
drama i always wanted!

Adaption can save a child poem,
it is unusual, here,  and it is unusual in America for adaption;

I think it not unusual in Japan, esp. for a Haiku, parents
a poems adaption, is for those who have none;

but I think should become more unusual.

Wearable crotch watch
respond to Sandra just by coughing
and it responds with a txt Jalapeno milk
are u interested?

Why did it not matter your blank facade
wide hands slides Upholstery
Arabic, I can see the lightease
Danced with the Chocolates
We held together through the night
to all thy cold goose bumps.

you rub them like a headache
beyond from the the other side
put away all your misconceptions
life says to close in joy
are you wanting just to be ok
just dance then the night away

how do i slow
a bad no to hair color
when so much is in safety
   lock on you
hiding away
   your eyes
are full breasted
   and saying yes
is leverage
   in my 50 shades of ***.

The beating of my cicada  
ooze gutter grinding on a leaf in nyght
I can't wish nor understand, the nymph
we did your emergence, slept in your
      Summer room
we have grass for blankets in our fires
the gleam of your dark eyes.

how many days before this becomes like, a media *****
how tweets enforce our opinions and import the madcap slur
I will #clap to dance purple, go as acid rain  
held with church kneels in my purple color

one day,  i stuck my little footsie
out into the sun
and they melted! then got all licked up
by your tongue

still, a nice day
for such was my little tootsies
loved it in a deep dark chocolate puddle

the smoke took to these ribs
into aloud  
I thumbed the fire to just a lick
by a song

and wood stood still, my skin turned
mashed treats in the sun
your copper arms were very long
as my sweet tootsie rolls.

I'm hung over, I didn't have a bed to my name
I could not sleep in the slumped over state
without a chance that my degree can make me
my modern room takes 2/3's of my wage
I will sell myself for little more than
a cheap handshake can make.

in packs another
roughly pushed
like postcards
lost in their bent ways.

what docile posture gets you out of the way
when fighting the clock ticking real fast
move upstream with me, the river moving
the ice is wiping me out, once the salmon show up
I'm good on paper.

Parked behind, a puckered kiss
thy nose holds
chunky rimmed glasses
awed caused strobe effect
a lure hand stroke, made cold fashion
cries as a hare,
sounds like a murderous child
   lures, almost men, to eat.

allegro, The self we present to the world is like a dance
the only power at work within us
is cast as castration.
.
You Know when to tell true stories
And know what stories are true.
.
Are you robust in what you are doing, by kissing, celebrate wickedness?
Are you the light, at times angelic,
And at times demonic?
.
.
If the rules you follow to get her to a KISS concert
8majic8 and just 'a kiss', and that
what lives in us that we are doing

at a moment, we were not really shy…
because it wasn’t me doing it...

who got me to this kiss, at this tip of  *the kiss-
is the point fall in dance
I am possessed by lust
to your ****** just massaging.
.
.
I am the light or space within that fall
Complexity, like coke, that took shape as a kiss
And then we snapped my achilles- unto the matt I kiss.

I swing at you down by the greens
we just lowered to an idle
and switched for me
caught me up somewhere, dear Sympathy.

I did not have to look to see you like me
  what you mean
you were warmth and about to show me
you had secular laughs.

mouthed liked toadstool
lillies of the desert
dirt all over my dreams
you went the down wrong way,
and up is now down inside me.
i am as Two girls on a swing-
go down in sweatpants.

in my original line of work- my *** has little pink stars
my lips are sealed by consciousness
my heart dips - when I'm pinked up on the drink
called to the gates of the greatest thief
   and my girlfriend, who we stole her!
   she- my little pony, I refuse her whinny.

I lost myself
   or my ability to change aisles from another lane,
      and just like spreading eagle
moving on up
to an east side aisle
choosing    them...

because they are robbing us blind anyway.

I missed my ashes, today, and everyone who had them, stared
right at me, like somehow they knew and were scolding.

I couldn't get the radio's station to come in right for the oldies,
one the dial, it lands right next to the Mexican station.

In between, on travelocity,  I resolved this and did not to look for things
things that seem to fit into my paradigm,

as if Newton scolded an apple to understand m=himself.

I wander- in the way that you held me
to how your arms fell
than wonder if cutting across discourages
me to grow.

the spice captures
as  Cartesian thought
like dune came before the wave lays
     can I,
become just as Eve, separated
from good clay.

tremor in the sand
   combs
     my left side
lamps of an orange air.
  
We men would share a glimpse
stopped
Under the ice and
steal the water of life.

   upon my face the glacier
    needlessly points
to thy face
deep spaces
   speaks to every
   a needless wave, my name
north crevasse
  a weird word peals the way.

I kept when dropped it
Convinced the bossto be no longer
just Us 
we were Up, in that provided comfort  
  im preped
and until sure as I am, as you are sure you are sure
to go to hide
every time it is wrong but you are the wise guy.

friendly, I take these lights  
strong tinsel strength grew in places behind her
    *can you pull me in?  
(like I wished)
and, I, asleep walked around undressed
the black was wet and golden
the sky streamed behind her
and that !darkshine Her's!
was all that I lepted out after.

Morning love
Coconuts thud
palms imprint
Are you down
Tapps measuring
Tsch tsch tsch
Rubbing often
I tied the creaky hair tie
Fished our feet
And mad courtship
to fiddlercrabs.
oh rubylips
and forgot to turn to you
im yakin my time
to everafter.

the pearl'sness.

i drove myself home
it feels more like home every time i come here
the duck on the gravel river bed
shaking off its water

silt has retired the old place
higher every time I open the cabin
I didn't forget to bring the beers
how many miles can compare
to the connection this nature
a creek
a sanctuary
far from wild
just wild
as little kids ever could
just stagger into the woods.

to be alive
***** pretty little children can
laugh as sons of man
pretty children can tell
what's not alive, and what has survived,
and what it means
to be alive.