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Jan 2011 · 708
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
Winking doubled 3 and by 3
he was down by a the an at
the very steepness of the grocery
outlet's little outlet shunting
to passersby his handy vanity(and they liked his dog and saiding so they drooped a coined palm and flatulated giddy tinklings

     he later utilized to *****
Jan 2011 · 580
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
a dancing shadow widely spectered an obtuse blot 'pon bedroomed wall. or slightly also melancholy: it's rigided amorphousness stank of hollow
Jan 2011 · 965
prolific bending
PK Wakefield Jan 2011
prolific bending( )you,re an over counter top
upper halfed
                                and i was tired knees
grousing with the unstable permanence of
weary laminate
with oral benedicting
a plush whip
                                                               of crashing plump
breaths

             on the alabaster cavalcade of your innerest thigh

i tend the heaving bloom
     of thy impossible salt
Jan 2011 · 698
a class i had
PK Wakefield Jan 2011
twice as grace
the earth in molded flames
it spake with candor drunk with poppies
bursting unanimously
from his mouth
Jan 2011 · 640
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
i,ve made love to a woman
whom twas a radiant fauld
of glamoring apath            y

yet i often dreamily
recall in lazy strings of lucid
her nice hair
                         or
patient grass

often as i culled the fairy heat, her *****

       i'd say in particular her name

a            n                                             ­            d           itt wasSUMmer,
Jan 2011 · 597
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
we are mostly tedious                                                          ­                                    .
glaring dashes of thick                                                            ­      '
minutia trifling to and fro                                              '
in mental coffins                                                          ­   ,
                                  we like to wear                           '
                                                               ­  as chains of,
Jan 2011 · 488
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
i love also
some golden light
pierceth and burning
the earth
who lays
in tremendous sighs o
                                                         Du
                   f                                      sT.
Jan 2011 · 685
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
i'm not impressive
                                                      ­  (and i never will be.
                                                             ­                             .
                                  ­                                                         '
                                                               ­                            ,
                                                               ­                             '
                                  ­                                                        ,
       ­       
                    
                                                                ­                                      '
                         ­                                                          .
Jan 2011 · 518
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
some weird lonely
you're all skinyy
except a blossom that is rough as red
and you stood right by the
refrigerator all night
and didn't say a thing
Jan 2011 · 663
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
prancing ludicrous slick skinny muscles, the america opened small, gobbling bubbly musical. they were satiating in another room. and i was a wanting to burst up foetid partially digestion. this housed party **** is gross
Jan 2011 · 715
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
ere the vapid dolt of lengthy light
we writhed inexorably salacious
as serpents on our bones
in the passive leather
of extrapolating guilt
Jan 2011 · 494
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
she,s a livid verB
of pure distilled
filthy l!ghtn!ng    and
                                               she makes me wanna

she makes me wanna

                   sh       e            m
                                       a
                                                                      kes
me


                      want to...
                                  (   !
Jan 2011 · 669
4of1
PK Wakefield Jan 2011
4of1
8 speaking
in gluey resin
sweaty spits all
in every rouge drowning
supple cheeks between writhing
pinkheat
carelessly incredible
screaming sourly
some
cali((for
            nia)
            i
            c
           a
           t
           i
           o        n)
Jan 2011 · 818
a different sort of cells
PK Wakefield Jan 2011
a different sort of cells
i'm metastasizing
a cluttered profusion
of blundering paint
richly glowing veneer      (
                                                        the stars were saying just yesterday
                                                        ****** gnireviuq fo ! arrows tneluproc
             they gangled hard onto the
dense particular knowledge of the crisp earth
)              this was also never
      but always
                              or should so i say:
          dreamy steam
                                      puff of unquenchable haste

               time goes wiggling
                                                riggling
               some ecstatic worms
                   in our soil bedded flesh
we soon marry
in prim and loveless clambering
Jan 2011 · 529
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
a ****** dint of silence was bulbous in a long fettered common
that thrashed calmly hues of slippery wind
being largely small
the city chortled deeply
and it was barely exploding with rapturous clinging
a loose sheet of normal night
                                               ?
Jan 2011 · 388
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
how Deep?a plunging softness
you,re an unimaginable velvet
in such beautiful darkness
achingslivers
wholly divest
                                       into i
every all
of your strange perfect
and we'll just break
endlessly,
                    ,
                         ,


                                                 ,



Alone
Jan 2011 · 1.5k
white suddenly earth
PK Wakefield Jan 2011
white suddenly earth
i awoke to find
your fretless hide
magiced grunting pale
with some propensity
of marvelous crystals
my slack ankles with which
argue more normally
than a cleanly common
as it is usually brief
i'll not.
Jan 2011 · 551
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
wh O o         Sh       ! ) the sun sprechen
a malleable droplet
of porous handles
meandering careless clumps o
               f
                                                                 a and the ghost
        of spectral
                                          mouths ephemerate
delightful femurs
                                   loaded sensual creamy morsels
some alabaster muscles singing sordid

            or a too short skirt
                                                          i can'

t              kept my skin
         burning cherry infatuating scald
i barely
              am
  real
                               at the
           pursed
                                                    eternity

          of
                                thy immense
     finite
                                                                                   coffin
Jan 2011 · 806
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
indecently the night tasted like staccato light
and trebled, bassing the fluxing notes steeping
off the amber pools i crushed deliciously
under foot mounted bracket
a mountain
of love
she shoved unseriously in my face
and my winter blossomed spring tides new heat
it bubbled between every nothing spurting
terribly roughed dancing
and calves pumping bounce
we all moved like stones
jittering motionless suddenly erupting swoon
Jan 2011 · 449
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
lift me up
                and i'll coddle
you're dainty sun
                   with erring unlassitude
i'll straight and gulp
      your hard glowing
hips
             your buds
                                     and their careful petals
I'll separate
                      filling shuddering beam
and stately ******
            of sleep                
                                   you grate
        and pummel
                          sickly
           a waft
of unsure certainty
or        the sinuous lean garden
what i lap and cleave
         white hot  
                                                                            thrusting
Jan 2011 · 259
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
what                     thou                                                                      art ?
thou art
                           c
                            
                                o
                            i
                      l
                                     ed                       flowers
Jan 2011 · 630
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
like writing i like writing like i like
cupping
a tranquil fever
my electric quill travels
skin piercing inky talking sudden innovator
so how i'm gonna go
in the first house unlit burning rupture
and gasping with quipping death
i'll ravish nouns
  and verbs
                         nouning
the verb
of bulbous empty cotton
i call my head
Jan 2011 · 518
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
a tree'd grow
youth slapping
by my garage
and howl green
every noonight
i sleep awake the stars cuddling
                                         furiously
w
    i t
         h         my dreams
Jan 2011 · 483
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
falling in love
every minute minute
          i crawl the streets
every corner turns to dust
and every pile
                          bursts some
feminine livery
                                and they alll        taste
                                                                                like honey
Jan 2011 · 1.1k
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
the mangled silver
  (her humeral jousts bangled a glimmering
charming wreck)
dancing lively wrists
jouncing purposelessly
   in the havoced quarters
(the shopping mall fooded court
                                                         )
she pasted me vocally inquiries
           i'd not answer
                                        dreaming sweetly           of her most
and
             naked
    whispering
Jan 2011 · 673
you should've seen
PK Wakefield Jan 2011
you should've seen
i was like lightning
like swift hammers
falling shout
i was like arrogant
i was like pain
i was a fist laden shade, speckling skulls sumptuously
a lithe darkness
paunchy of carpels
and i laid it in his vessel (

         and he slept
                                )
Jan 2011 · 1.1k
all lips and spit
PK Wakefield Jan 2011
all lips and spit
rinds glittering pleasure
i'm lean sinew knotting heavy gasps
at nails and texture rawly rumples
     the divine shale
your pertinent flavor strums a tattoo polished on my back upper
      sprouted feathers
how contracting desperate talons
                      grapple cotton bedding
shouting mumbles of lipbiting  
         sweat
                         in tremulous arcs
of ***** lint
                         i gravitas  surreptitiously
  the cradle of your spark spitting electric engine gloved
in black hard fuzz
                                  tickling the moist
       tremor of
                          my rose petals splitting
tongue delivers
                              screeching        love
Jan 2011 · 585
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
burst distinct order. the old new's gaining trembly girth in spongy sauntering crawlingand BANG surely nothing's still as moving jitters cream a taunting yes
Jan 2011 · 614
i heard it day
PK Wakefield Jan 2011
i heard it day
the night sonata grunted
dollops of gacking bulging light

generally it might cool
                 a germ of fornicating flowers
of colours so purely filth
                            and marvel virtually
in gross infantile expunging
                                                            the death swiftly harnessed the
                                                             sorry dork of earth gobbles
                                                            of crude immeasurable lips

       the very burning brush
                                   of permanent sun
Jan 2011 · 561
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
it added useless
a feminine gaunt whisper
dull neckup bobble roaring

           coherent reds

of lean noodles gorgeous
The longest stupid
from her
                     blithe house
Jan 2011 · 742
ready
PK Wakefield Jan 2011
ready
             ,
                    iwaseruptingamagicallyschoolyardchantinthe
                    alabasterpromenadeofthewrinkledtoneofyour
                    belly,difficultofthincottonfixtureItoreloosleyf-
                    romyourreticentcurveswhippingperfectlyin
                    eagersexualitymyhandstodrinktheirpasteand
                    dimplerashlylipsinsharpnudgesofgropinghaste
                    
                                                                                                             ,
which is to say i lashed in pink billows my farcical contrition a skinny
american **** punctuating exclamations in your furnace brightly gorgeous
Jan 2011 · 455
in very we
PK Wakefield Jan 2011
in very we
                   blinded steeply darkness
   a dullest fire clangs
                   at the promise of my heart
  i did break you
                           sorely
Jan 2011 · 880
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PK Wakefield Jan 2011
2 & 4, we're forested as soil drinking solids our knees benting smell nosing a lolling gaggle of riotous pink dangles a careless droop over spilling pearly
sharps and crunch!y, cr!unchy; crunc!hy."' the minute deaths rankle or the cool common ground's a sun draped bulging acute beige you heave chesting and spit mouthing the gentle corpse of oxygen
Dec 2010 · 1.1k
cold it,s
PK Wakefield Dec 2010
cold                                                                                                                         it,s.
       fluid hard apathy,
the sky drank lubed heat
                                             pasted frosty hands
and
          gargled chirping rushes
                                                        a brown
stiffly
                                                                                       who's arms hold
            fussy ******
                                                      a book is patiently
palm loaded notation

                                             machiavelli

           today,
Dec 2010 · 764
one sunset yesterday
PK Wakefield Dec 2010
scream absolute violet
the vehement throat of night
blisters insanity
                               and some little reds
what talk like death
      wriggling skulls
full of strobing darkness   &

              angry blood

scarleted in superficial heat
                                                      a thrombosis
aligned rickety knees knocking
      weak lipped fire
                                   ,        at sonorous clouds waspish dint
resting aggressively supine starlight
  in crusts of vibrant tears
   spotting ardently the quavering note of black
Dec 2010 · 1.9k
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PK Wakefield Dec 2010
i'm a straight curve. burning cool ****. and nothing opened breathtaking shutters peaceably. i flexed shattered notions and crepitus crept sundripping ******. a feminine spark ferociously naked. between her ******* i'm god.h!
Dec 2010 · 877
a soft quiet afore
PK Wakefield Dec 2010
asoftquietafore;
                                 B OO   M!
grunting swirl. the speakers speak intangible friction
who's so slightly an empirical fever
nursing gratuitously the male flavors encumbering
the ego flecked freckles *** lisping
    elegantly cambered waists                shrines of molten ecstasy
but my lady niggles sporadic splinters in my sheath
and i
             splay the courageous night
                                                               and penetrate her plaintive giggle
andrideayellowbuckingmetal
to her supreme station
                                        and palm her credibly
with every effect of my huddled fibers

                where she is gently wet      
a winsome hollow
                                  in where
   is

                           springhotlycaked     light boisterously exploding
and a pink breaking every other colour
   i slave mightily to it's hairless stubble and i stumble
rightly dumb
                            at her close cut whisper
slanting ardently a moist bolt of night
                     aggressively passive
                                                               and patient
she cups my puddle
                       and
                    with
                      lips
                   purely dirt
                 she scrapes me   perfect
Dec 2010 · 376
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PK Wakefield Dec 2010
& who o          sh                             slippery bunting breath
god softly numbed
                                  ardent sickly tongues
         a night ambrosia
all the world was nestled senseless meat
but higglywiggly the wind went slumping
                                                                              over
ever
                   dreaming brow
Dec 2010 · 512
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PK Wakefield Dec 2010
erupt gradually a forest
of my limp and eager throat
green ponders waifish
Dec 2010 · 481
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PK Wakefield Dec 2010
there's one long gun
girthed in boney stable palm
and finger flicking death rattled
sweetly copper children
a patient rind of health,                                    for thou and whence
                                                                             it girdles profusely
                                                                              a blatant death
                                                                             of vibrant pulsing colour
Dec 2010 · 477
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PK Wakefield Dec 2010
i don't like love i love like i like
like splitting pink fondness    li;k
    e            spun and groaning fabric of repugnant feathers
i love like ***** nails biting particularly your effortless muscles
       your tingling personage
your sweat manacled arbitrary husk
                                                                    your heaving unconscious love
like pale questions
                                  i'm quibbling
with my lips bursting graciously slippery verbs
        all over the concave majesty of your cream y elated blood
like love; like i like
              like i like to love
like ilike2Lov3yOu

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    








                                                                                                                                 !
Dec 2010 · 587
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PK Wakefield Dec 2010
straddle nothing crumpled jilt. i'll sticky light and call you in a morning
Dec 2010 · 768
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PK Wakefield Dec 2010
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how my aching carpals howl stiff imposing glory
a to a page stark incredulity fouled
     and blast a flock of stunning rabble
in vernacular du fulgurer
   alighting ecstaticly            )          a wasted improbable perfection

           'pon your lush intricate handles
Dec 2010 · 859
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PK Wakefield Dec 2010
{
hearken this expanding glow
                                                  echo bravely stuttering oblivion
i'll uncouple and deep serenely
      my closest peptides bonding
an amiable tempestuous amino             your lines are rigid soft
                            hot carving dreams    ins upple   diffusion
i digital
                       and sequence innumerable limits
   of bowel infinite s
                                 wift
l    
                 y
                      ;      
                                              receding light
   to inky exile
                                THE NIGHT
Dec 2010 · 285
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PK Wakefield Dec 2010
questions are a lot more interesting
   (than
           (
an(swers(
PK Wakefield Dec 2010
;              climb incidentally a towering flat
   at struggling veneration's rawest berry              so scarlet a holly droplet
in manifolds of sage
                                          a sundered drooping door
i'm carefully falling porcelain                              sheeted hammers
       languid health    a protein          remarkably nascent    fronds spun
g,Ol
       den denting     vine
Dec 2010 · 603
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PK Wakefield Dec 2010
stand tall stupid arbor meats
peacefully deadened pursuit
of apathy grandly posited
a smooth unmarking
the soil goes
plunk",
Dec 2010 · 851
it fondles
PK Wakefield Dec 2010
it fondles
                   the marble rubber
of tissue sublime
                   a marked indifference
to tempts of sighing inclement
                    vociferous ******
comes a bastion of mortal tempest
                     anon thou only quickest
steam
Dec 2010 · 812
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PK Wakefield Dec 2010
3 to 1 saidn't he,d never heard such calamity spit strangled text, the paper usually. usually saiding as i'm waltzing likely by the crumbled mortar stock of lewd disinterested coffee. dranking and snorting caffeine and toffy talking. scoffing at the daily bread, 3 and 1  and 3 to 2 wouldn't say at all any a thing. or nothing. crazy laugh "******" dissembled clothing a slightly ***** tramps. they're usually, 1,3,2. **** bucking minstrels in shambles of silence.
Dec 2010 · 1.5k
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PK Wakefield Dec 2010
come ever falling summer's moon
astounded of my skull
a timid knuckle espousing glimmering
able digested muck
so shorn of lucky timber; a swelling soul
tingle hard cancer
some dna i cleft and palate gently naked
fornicating dancer
a **** clever imperfect blemish postulating
feminine crank
turn in angles unimaginable
and growl a sun placated ephemeral ***** light
i cup in oral extremal
a cur vy violet lung ;  you are beyond every other blush.
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