feels of a whole roughness
a heart cloven
seeps from a pair of oncenoble
girl eyes,

                   "sometimes I just want to die"

door and wall
narrowly divided

lengths and lank)a cat body pours instantaneously


gone

girl necks feel like real smooth
under fingers a gentle spindle
a cool pillar of lust when you
creep up them into those tiniest
beginning hairs(at the starting
scalp a little bit courser than the
tousled ocean of finer silken rills
which pour fiercely from)and
you eat the completely small
and unserious round nub of the
back of their head and you pull
the whole teeming perfect sad
sphere into yours

                                and an entire
                                garden of
                                kissing erupts

                                          !

Waiting For Oblivion
in a frock of wrinkles sits
wearing through silently
minutes
toward
forever

i wish i could talk to you

at a set low evening

                                    (longlean evening)

                                     the city is let out
                                                                  
                                     a distilled yowl

                                     frothing neon
      
                                     glib determined

                                     for skin and the svelte curl of a girl's lips
                                     as i pass her on the street and my lids
                                     flick a smart wink on every inch of
                                     legs sprouted of a waist curved
                                     right at the nicest angle
                                     carving the pallid air
                                     in a short skirt
                                     and has a
                                     mouth
                                     i'd like to get inside of curling on my asIpass wink

hand which by is felt the stem
is set crimson at thorned *****
red so like the rose suddenly at
lips gleaming supping feverishly
at pains sorest pleasure(the palm
who riven draws even deeper the
pointed inch of agony to bone fine
white as a silk worm skin) like a
lily stupid with *** the comparable
hurt of which a hand that likes to
bleed

cool you
feel like drunk
with poppies air
and you crawl up
into fathomless miles
of Summer mornings you
creep with vine and thistle
you latticed with ivy groan
with young muscles tight against
bone and joint you ceaseless merry
golden and rough silken breaths of
dawn you are fine and pale and you
have nice shoulders and feel like Spring
inside you feel like wet and perfectly fits
me inside of you there is just enough room for me

dawn immortal dying invulnerabley fragile dawn
that comes an immense fragrant bloom foisted
spontaneously mountains briefly with flowers over
a slow lake glassed in certain unmoving tranquil
colours

smiling not frowning not grinning
peculiar how with effortless crisp
cheeks unsentimental remember
your cheeks nearly my cheeks
oh and your lips were there too
don't let's forget how they tasted
like warm plum wine in a hot
little motel room in Eugene how
the sun felt like a delightful hammer
when we hadn't single thing to do
and we walked like nothing
everywhere because the van was
broke and we ate chocolate and
****** everynight

one time there was a last night
of stars moistly spilt by sabled
cheeks of eve there was a starling
immediately two maybe yes 2
starlings perhaps there were
raucous cruel and winged starlings
that stood briefly against the sky
trees and a small path twained
them there was clovers and a whole
field of them looked so nice in
that last night they looked peaceful
and i almost laid right down in them
and slept

i think with a sometimes smile
meanders playfully filling the
erudite sphere comically of my
face digs with a small gape a
mouth where my voice comes
from in a slight eager wiggle

         out on the air

it just comes and i can't stop how
it wants to say something that
of a new wholly unbelievable
incredibly unviolent softnot sharp
aching to touch somebody else
throat with small noose of muscles
rollicking with the small snow
of your fingertips hulking gorgeous
and barely

i
  by
      the perfunctory
             noose of sleep
             am a dream alive
             with a gallon of ladies
             languid ladies in nothing
             at all ladies who taste like
             cinnamon and sugar and
             stars they taste like stars yes
             they taste like like salt and just
             a little bit in their secretly folded
             lust they've got a sweet tiny dish
             of in their betweenhips they've got
             madness and howling and a darling
             pink as bubblegum far nicer to eat than
             but you don't chew it you just use your tongue

as cool drunk small white neat dappled

                    a through forest

whence from divulged the easy rent of
a green creeps with innocent glowing
bent nothing doesn't yield never gives
its mouth easily to my mouth (who
forks between thick pursed lips a tongue
raging to eat it)

occurs that should a day Spring wet
nubile prim laughing with tulips
geraniums roughed sorely heads
bobble in a light breeze jouncing
some buds opened unopened
tightly shut petals a fist of colour
like a girl golden brown texture
like sun for whom both day and
night long to touch ineffable
shoulders wrought gossamer
unpale quaffed of morning
brightest hot Springwet and laughing with tulips

you're maybe atoms)but)oh how nicely they are
supplely arranged in a neat package of *******
thighs hips divinely springing with soreness
hurting to be sick with lips
                                                  A
                                                       Disease you
like an incriminate of life want to ******
your pert body on my love sword
                                                                A
                                                                     Blade
you like to put in your mouth unlike (sharper
than) a razor upon which teeters my senses
febrile bulging festering with you

                                                          A
sickly with needing for pain girl
(if you want i'll hurt you like
how you like to be hurt
                                          )
                                            A
                                                Sort of almost
                                              pain which if
                                            you do it right
                                          feels so much
                                        better

do the dead know a thing i know they do
they know how nice nothing feels in a pile
of earth beneath sleeping in pine or up in
the air ash mingling with pollen on a
svelte summer eve sick with young hearts
hungry to **** into each other sublime
homely darling eyes with no thoughts of
what might come after they lay up into
infinite dreamless eaves their sore mouths
(but the dead know they know how nice
nothing feels like a luckier to be alive feeling
they don't know a thing (but I know they do))

deep with kissing easy trees Spring
wells like blood between the imminent
corpse of day where pennyeyed kittens
and ladybugs mingle with the deliberate
breath of the earth a flower meagerly strives
fragile homely limp and flush Spring languishes
an instant collected warmly into the salient brush
of ******* tingling abruptly pricking a loose cotton
with marble hard ******* round rosey cheecked apple
blossoms in Spring hang briefly like youth without youth
Spring i draw your quivering uglywonderful mouth to my
mouth and creep into your winsome shrill maw my blood

of you there is me just a fraction
which though a fraction just does
multiply wonderfully spilling you
full of a hard incessant easy thrill

(a pink headed girl whose perfectly
folded hips are suds completely of
my hips eager to feel their droll hammer
)
  
                                                                        behind a restaurant
                                                                        murdered of thought
                                                                        she divides uncanny
                                                                        thickness a nice ******
                                                                        impetuous tattoo on
                                                                        her neck tastes like
                                                                        the rude blithe mystery
                                                                        of life performed in
                                                                        rhythmic cadence
                                                                        with just a fraction
                                                                        of me which just
                                                                        though
                                                                                       only
                                                                        a
                                                                        fraction

                                                                                     multiplies

one time there was a summer(right before it)where
deliberate of short and blackest hair came a girl
between familiar and un arriving in a slender vessel
feeling untouched a bit raw virginal needing of
hand's barest singe took off all her clothes in my room
and was so cute a tiny wall of blood

                                                                   snarled
                                                                                
                                                                                 sighed


                                                                                            broke
                                                                                            a little ocean scarlet
                                                                                            (from her hips)

at a fox mouth doe neck limp hangs broken
particularly distinct of living discernible
its red mouth slavors upon neat feminine
tidy meek destroyed foam and spittle flecked
in the deep of under trees a sliver of fast fur
'gainst darkest eaves protrudes its body sleek
again to amongst furtive gesture of motions
inclined to eating innocent girl things

petals tinier of spring silken wet
doused of pink innumerabley
minute death litter the banks
of a river where reeds bending
in wind laugh breath grow die

              by

the quick ankles of deer who
in downy copse eat the blood
of earth and startled by the
rustle of foot and twig straight
burst out bounding their skin
taught and lathered in spring
tiny minute dying spring by
petals silken and wet

i had a funny dream let me tell you about
how in my dream your mouth was there
and it got inside my mouth spit tongue
warmly tasted of like hot melted sugar
rolling in my hands your waist was
delightfully curves and a bit of rough
was my neck where your teeth were just
and your ******* hurt nicely smashed
against my chest and they seemed like
hard stinging candy to my lips which
started slipping down the ample slither
of your stomach to other lips
just as lovely to kiss,

                            .
            
                                 ,
      
               .

vexes sharp looks intriguing blond of hair
tightly of thighs mutters a pair
that i think might sound nice like
a nighttime sounds
pretty pushing a pin

between them

which does rain a lot but rather sometimes nicely also sun giddy for legs arms napes slender fat new old is eaten and lovely for a bit is virginal a young girl like pink with a short skirt purple tights flats and a smile from across the room I'd like to get into for about 4 weeks raining sunny and smiling : April

life: instantaneous impertinent eternalwhose tedious aroma i'm madto eat life of screaming mute intense fragilitya flower most able of petalsupple and vibrant liferugged rough svelte and lushlife in each singing morsel i exalt thee with every effort of my skill

up against moon chimney
a city newly fragranced

       SprinG

like quickness sputtering
with young lean night
sinuous with boysandgirls
laughing
                  with each other
at how nice the sun was
by the lake and little crests
of smiles imp their cheeks
(and my cheeks
                            at how
lovely they are and against
springnight young with
them seems even warmer)

of a new more nothing perfectly fragile:
wings aching to lift

downy

and feather broken

young with sunlight and raw

amber skinned candy come look
and with me
                        a kiss perhaps
                        ?

mouth lingers body fragrant

     (dreams peculiar)

violent of redhair sits pretty
alone awkwardly of nothing
precise in a corner quietly
shifts wonders of skin and
reads a book looking like
naked would be better than

?never was beauty so in what eyes
as in this pair of face just equally as
contained with fair immortal pretty
flowers somewhat are like it only
they're jealous at the immaculate
stem thorned pleasurable to pierce
on which aloft sits the head perfectly
of 2 unequally beautiful eyes always

something leafs (inforestsdarker
                   ) quietly of     nosnow
but even                                 paler
       with ...
moon light and              between
columns waxy with    beginning
night there accurately          i am
doused wonderful human arms
in youth gorgeous of health and
wishing playfully for hair body
naked                  giddy feminine

.                                                                                            i
                                                                                               have stood in right fields
                                                                                                 looking thickly dark up
                                                                                                   at sky blue sun cloud and
                                                                                                      ***** steeply careening night
                                                                                                        digging little graves
                                                                                                           a 1000 1000 little graves
                                                                                                          burning tiny tombstones
                                                                                                         and keen with every hair
                                                                                                        on end lifting up my eyes
                                                                                                       to fornicate with the dainty
                                                                                                      fraction of frailing day's
                                                                                                     curving head
                                                                                                   i
                                                                                        drank
                                                                            of its corpse
                                                                         and was like
                                                            living and unliving
                                                flesh bone *** and magic
                                                  of dust and salt tasting
                                                     wind by the elbows
                                                     of incessantly skin
                                                   ocean stars spring
                                                    (and winter was
                                                   there but barely
                                             and it was almost
                                         warm and i pulled
                                       the loose leather of
                                         my jacket a little
                                        and
                                              





                                            )

hot some dust and spice lingers
in a pale winter's beam of sun
sharply through silence naked
in a little dark room
away from everything
sleeps tangled cushions
a cat stirring lanky and breaking

there's something big dreaming colorful
sleeping inside you i'll put keys in it
slipping turning keys
and it will suddenly

                                         !

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                                                                                 alone

those things heavy confused wonderful
to touch are cool on the shore of a beach
beneath light blue and seagulls effortless
on wind in a field sunkissed flowers by
your brow laying with your body
splendor and grass itchy on backs
pricking at cotton and getting hot sweat
delicately messes your makeup quickly
sprinting on loose noble perfect calves
to the arms of a lake and stabbing it
the pierced cleat of your excellent
figure and it's fire smokey and just
on a beach somewhere up into eve's
unsad cheeks (where there shines
unbelievably minute and gorgeous
stars)

say terribly walks thighnicely shaped through immutable seconds into a hard tepid bar
and there i am because why not and she sounds a bit like a star sounds from her throat
coughs a few spangles onto the counter and she's sharp shortly cut dark and on her
face is deeply thick a scarlet splinter of love for which my mouth wants to pluck out
and push into my face till it hurts so lovely with noblood and splayed over hours
of laughing and outside to a car stumbles mirth in tight skin and against the side of
it at the nape of a soft street puddles every drop of her neck and explodes

that came in a pale dress(blue)and without fingers
feeling every bud tightly closed
                                                          :
                                                            NIGHT
there's room enough
                                           just
in you for me
                              and your dress is sheer
and barely
                       i argue with it
practically because i want to
marry our skin
in2 1 body (yoursandmine)ours

                    i'll ask your ear how it likes my mouth

hot and
      
                             kissing

i'll hang it with my tongue and breath

                          i'll

with no clothing naked and vulnerable
let you have every inch
of every inch
(and i'll feed you a river of me)

that comes in no-thing
                               body bare and wanting
                               of rough hush
                               NIGHT
                               (and without feeling) fingers

stars that should falling
my hands extended
to catch you breaking
light will curl you
on them in a pile spent
of completely lilies
shall incredibly endow
by momentary
perfect invulnerable
love a crimson
dash of roses to again
lift thy supple
marvel up on heaven
shining so stars
that should falling don't
of anything fear
i'll with tenderest palm
eat the thorn that
would ***** thee and
spend my own
blood instead of thy
own conflagrated
O stars that should falling

i don't think you
and without
should
            and just
do it

did you ever reading unbearably beautiful suddenly
fall out every letter or words even really tiny and
without sound stumble up into air cringing
with evening's unsharpest light

                                         i

lufrednow ylpsirc srettel ta yletinifni nageb i did
   snuon sbrev ecindoolb gnuls sdrow derettefnu
              gnixommulf meht revo thgir llef i ylevol
                detanhcne yllacigam yesorpnu yleritne

i want you really

             really

a shiver and totally
beneath tremble and
quivering bruised or
pristine but all laced
in spit and **** A
where my love fist can
bed softly blooming
at your unfurred palette's
twain crawling

           with

up your thighs a dark
smudge like shaped a
bear paw right next to
your knee laminated
by eager oral's lewd
serpent

A where
spreads the vast treat
of your hips a garden
in which poems fail
always ever to match
struck instantly aflame

i'll tell you hurt beautiful freshly
skinned knee stinging
on the warm failure
of a Summer day
i'll tell you that it's all right

            ('cause i love you)

you're bloods so
and i put my
finger
          right
in it i dip
it right into
you're blood
so
    and

magic surly blood dank
gold flecked and musty
shimmer set alight burning
you're some copper and some
dark brown sugar

                 like you taste like rust

against night dear a skull
sockets brimming with ladybugs

          behind a knoll

in forest deep and green sleeping
magic forests

  (         where fairies are still really

       nice fairies with

            great hair
    
   and they play diminutive

   harps
             strung
                         with light
                         and dancing)

magic stirring from firmest and
unyielding repose

             rise

and meet me in Summer in
forests sleeping greenly and
festering with holly crimson
Magic
you're some
thing i don't know
but i'll try to say you
anyway and i know you
love me 'cause i felt you in
between the sweltering balm
of girls thighs pliant and annihilators

(Magic surly blood dank
and glittering a bit of rough
you are like baking cake just
for yourself and a friend arrives
unexpectedly and you sit down
delighted and instead of alone
you eat and talk all afternoon
about nothing at all)                      


                                                Magic
                                                           you are
                                                           like that

i think when i die i will be a forest
in who shall be does and fauns
pretty and glad in sunshine oh
yes sunshine will be there and
it will always smell like right after it
rains cooly on hot asphalt like
it smells like when you come into
a room i think when i die i shall
be a star flecked with innumerable
other stars on slick neat necked
night's pursed lips all pinched and
sticky with unyoung youth and
anciently when i die i think i will
be an ocean where will sleep mermaids
in pearl white skin and fishes and
a somehow little city in a nice little
dome where they will play music
such music as you would want to
listen to when you're sad because it
will always cheer you up and like
ee said to me one night when i was
reading him in my bed he said "it is
funny that you will be dead someday."
and i knew it right then that i think
when i die i will be a forest

when and used to sleep i'd dream
nary none now though i don't with
serious fantastical clouds of junipers
fast through summer like colours
through wind rush to meet the girls
in little bits of nothing next to a lake

                         and

throttled by a light breeze hair(brunettes
and blonds both)prattle and mingling
with it i when i used to dream cooly
of arms drunk with sun and pressed
with fashionable cotton and sugar(and sweat)
and little shining drops either on their
shoulders and napes and the backs of
their knees and when i used to dream
such things i didn't even because it
wasn't dreaming it was living

a lot of times after the sun
and the lilies and next to
to the rain is a window
and i'm sitting waiting
looking and sitting
and waiting
next to the
rain a
window

and at that miraculously perhaps that you should
be waiting by the right place when you were (and
i was right there too)
and that i told you i'm not a misogynist
        but
  that and just
i'd like to *******

                                          and

you said
                       "
                         ok
                              "

i was just over
            
          completely

my own feet at how uncoy
        your mouth was
perfectly ***** and all covered
in hot
and your cheeks
because
               ...

                    well

i'd never heard a girl like that
say the most torrid **** of
decently blond hair and sharply
your waist met your hips
and that uselessly covering
skirt because baby you got
something and you shouldn't
ever have to wear so much ****
you should just and with me
only get all that **** off and

please baby
because your deep with firmer
and thighs absolutely
so soft and supple baby
they feel so good when they
touch my hands baby they

feel course with your stockings
your just bought and freshly
straight through sweat soaked
on a hot day stockings
and i hatelove that course
expecting feeling beneath my
fingers and i just want you to
please and baby
won't you with that hot covered
***** pristine set of lips mouth
baby just cut me all over
with your kisses baby

     please

there will be a movie in it there will be you and me and a young house and laughter painted walls
and there will be ladybugs and kittens and children and board games
and long sleepless tedious nights when you and me can't

and there will be hot stupid moments when we feverishly devour the other
      and there will be perhaps Spring and winter won't care because she never did
            and your family sometimes will be there and they will
laugh with us
                          hard at how pretty we
                             are in our young house
                              in a pretty little neighborhood
                            ******* sometimes
                           in the kitchen
              or
                         the couch
                                               or the
                                       back porch beneath the sabled rush
                                           of infinitely cute little spangles
                                                like the cute little indents you got
                                                   over your ***
                                                     deep and shallow
                                 and
                   tiny
                           kissing
                                             them
                                       in our
                                    pretty shiny house
                                 new
                      young
                                 and
                             with kittens
                           and laughter
            

     there will be a movie in it there will be me and you and a young house and there we'll call it

                   life