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PK Wakefield Oct 2012
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                                 ­                                                     seee



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                                                ­                                flicker











              ­                                               'tween roses











                                                ­                                         bushy frail







                                                    ­         tail and bones









                                                si­new nicely











                                               ­                                                                 ­                fleet











                                ­               on











                                                     ­                                                                 ­            earthen toe













                                        on cloven feet












                                                ­                                                doE
             ­                                                                 ­                 you are
                                                             ­                                 kind whitely
                                                         ­                                    through trees
                                                           ­                                 a ray downy
                                                           ­                                unsnow and heat



                                               DOe

                                               haired in comely fragrance by gigantic ruthless SPRING leap
                                               awkwardly from thinning life

                                               a smell that curls in my mouth
                                               tastes as thyme lemon honey
                                               and mingles 'tween roses
                                               (curiously fragile singing)

                                                it rises gleaming


                                                 on stem


                                                  on boughwet glazed


                                                   in LOVE
PK Wakefield Oct 2012
i (flower) who god

                 blundering


staggered light full

bursting 'tween ribs

blossom quickly faster immortal wilting

                       (petal from stem from petal)


                                                           slough




                                                                            lilt







                                                                                             REst
PK Wakefield Oct 2012
autumn your neck is ivory straight unfleecing goldly
and brownly thousands neat, flutter
each gorgeous beneath each
piling drifts swiftly sets
on edge
crisp morning

(who is unstrange gentle and has hair thicker than)
PK Wakefield Oct 2012
youth lived harder passing into unyouth
your hips something nice are full and easy

(they are curving

they have docile sleeping entering


they are wide have thickness firmly steep

                                                                          )

like them better apart and better doused
in my kiss agile slanting heaps of love
and hips,baby,they are some kind of
tiny perfect entering curve of sleep
me and please come into (you like
to pull me out and)
PK Wakefield Oct 2012
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                                                                                                                                                                  you awa








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                                                  ­                          wake up.










































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PK Wakefield Oct 2012
how you feel in the dark( uneasy
imbalanced weirdly strong) feels

like ( coy unearthly howling) rain
feels deep with smelling after (
prickled millions of cold and hot )
mingling with the seaair and is
gently acrid salty wafts of gulls
crying scattered threading the
moonlight through their coarse
throats ( little tiny trillions of

kissing droplets slightly ) like
you feel in the dark ( imbalancing
coyly acrid howling ) feels like

THE SEA
PK Wakefield Oct 2012
i(by 2or3)simple fingers untighten

                 SNoW

quickly into rills of gushing and
lips slickly shine grinning violently

                                                and

a­lso by ribbon of quaking genially
oral fumbling deftly shiver)bring

lewd SPRING into chaste WINTER
between hairless trees making flowers
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