open yawning chasm
theearth said night and the sky said beauty
pinpricked photon punching absolute uncertainty
certainly a most green and sharply thorn
upon your stem
i grasp
blood

he seems a man particularly a man
particularly of a fat acne face splattered
erratic blemishes. to about the grunt
of his flaring nostrils long haired spouting
mouths
              , he's splunking waddlinglittlesteps
hithe r wi th e r (the bookstore's a most
quiet almost quiet almost noisy noisy quiet
steps fading rushing
aboutaboutabout
the isles the aisles the offwhite ravished pages
noiselessly disheveled bang

a colour and a day
the sea was open bending oral
muttering senseless beauty
i reflected:

                     so tooAMi

you ever nothinged with the **** graceful wind of blue? hue rightly void, the impervious shunt of caking dramatic trees. grip havoc dangerously and collide

the lean stammer of long balking ***
froths diligently on my lady's bones
and it plastics a largeness heading
southern sea to lake and fire perpendicular
unraveling senses. a mire of spitted
tongues or saliva all a laminating
her magic gaggle of crumbling...
***** and notch; twin ecstatic jumbled
notes in discorded unity of tentative
lips... mymy
mym
     y
my     my mymym

                                  y
my yoke, my egg, my scorpion. ***** me quickly venom

   i'll a                       sprung!

deepest length, a truncated obesity, abruptly gradual: a stem pops gently to present colors damp. a pavilion of ugly columns, the streets a budding promise; akimboing in gross pleasure. and the jostling laughter of serious music says to languor apathy a locomotive steeply belching roses.
. .
               ?

came thee by thee came
a posthumous day
(the fold most grand and eloquent
the lancing fragrance)
i,m uncareful lucid cadaver
of sensible powder    
crimped finely
so in the clarity of feverish dawn i drew and bent the notch
a shady dappled riot
       where i wait for some madly gabbing burst
of wet unkempt






                                  S
                                    P
                                  R
                                 I
                                   n
                                         g .

the splint to mountains trollop
and ecstasy of luminous death
a sunging light is hurdy gurdy
and
            to behind
their rocky stiffened pose
it's a plunging ***** of deeply laughing violet

with certain jesting apprehension
i entertain her moist ***** darting elocutions
she's splaying candidly 'pon ever
witless grunting foul vocular aberration
outside the roaring box of wet tinder
's a window slapping manacle
of steely girth. the sky's tongue
folds straightening air into the fat
oblong of the sea particularly
as probably i'm listening listlessly
to grand nothings plopping gently
from loose teeth grinding small
headed sally i'd could hardly say i                               care

violent You are like a biggest sound
cloyingly honeyed on my mound of massed
and singing chords
                                         (you are a rose most thorned and beautiful
    i clutch idiosyncratically
strangled scarlet petals bursting
                     a foal i;ve nursed with tremoring pits of bold
gangling and accurate stench

             violent you're a tedium
a lush and decaying growth
         so lightly cancering my cell
and I breath your daily blood                and i whimper first glowering fist

      my hand to take that penitent shape
                                                                            

                and i"ll whisper it



to their chins:
                                   they who art most a mortal folly
as to wade in my
                                        quaking presence


         andi


'              
           ;ll



     sleeep               them                           quickly rushing rushing



               oBliviOn)

usually
w   ai        t                                             ing
           ,
(usually  
                  (on the damp concrete

by the cafe                       )
                                                 a white ***** is

     spitting kneebootedthighs! in proffered nodes of pleasure
only 18
                              probably)

what glory anon doth hither trace its arced pleasant cord
upon the cool dimpled cheeks of night    ?    so graceful doth it
punt and glitter supple light from faithful milky shore
its is is the moon.

     LUnA! my pallored damsel

my trembling seed of luminosity
           i gratefully take thee in my heart and heavenly lush
upon thy scalp, dripping sweaty glow, my
                          very blood and tears
for thou art

                                 ARTbeyond any man's

do writhe and hue the absolute walls of thy slanderous landscape
burping turgidly a draft of flexing notation
and i cup thy lyrics in their burning varnish
)a sea scalloped with drunk wondering breath
         )inexorable limber teeth chomp gloriously the pale bit
of dapper sunlight
      peaking bravely
afore his bashful explosion
on                                                 the hard water
patiently housed by your ungilt frame

                               my crumb most luscious a fair fairy of murdered perfection
                         thou art all the excellence. herein contained this pathetic
welt of humanity. i am ever only
    

             ,          
      
                             so far a star        in your onyx vestige

and more


                  and more



                                 and




                                                   more

open splay ;
                                                    an hours day
this hot confection slays
immortal fever's lancing ray
a daughter lonesome,
soft as clay
                                           lazy magic brays
         a crooning caffeine
                                                     i must obey

                    her moist convection  

    her saintly pain )                 my dearest lily
  my beating cane
                                     iam yours



                                          to fill and drain

the hours 4 and 20 past
when lays my skull in cotton glass
and lipless maws gasp and laugh
fleshless poesy of ice and gas
in erring billows frothing mass


            scowl(

Into with,
my ***** of sated flesh(
your smallest mossy soil...

            I AM


DEepLy,  raw
a rough new pinkness
tingling steady burstsinthegrosspavillion
,of thy beat,
a fresh hot                


                                       noise

spouted
                                  of the                                 cruel
                                                                             SOIL

       a dandy         lion          is:

          

                           P!OOf)

you're like barely lightning
stumbling angelically of that frosty womb
dangerously you are flakes of minute cold
crumbing deftly cheeks pale as
sleep. who is a club of kind
fantasy or sometimes a plush terror
reckoned in pleasing symmetry.
i know only your valleys and your pastures
the breathless yawning landscape
my lips are hithering or withering
about to imbue with every effort
of my love your perfect vessel my ardor
in lumping crunches of delicate
kisses,    ,          ,               ,                           , , ,  .

hard soft i'm large and groaning a fit of plastered excellence in my ambrosia fountain of giggling fornication this city is grandly exalting and flustering mightily incense of femmes du *** who art graciously ******* with a their boisterous choir of laughing *** or the men groping seriously their frail fair trackmarked beauty and they finger their air and lush and spit gratuitously their eyes upon their *******

                                   and they like to laugh with their haughty whorish
breath            a longing barely chained loosed slowly in splattering
                 abscesses of lust                
      ;         asinine men go and plead sourly your heads in thighs sweating
anorexic ***. your Are
         is
                                               just
cosmic
                   lice

i crinkle and split the foil,
      most generous , of pale light
budding sickly about the charming dint
of your ivory calf. satirically the spades small, sharp, and digging
          the suns grave
blotch in twinkling scars
                                                     pleasant acne 'pon the eve's face
soft infinity:
                                   a plunging savagery

         i'm a whelp
to thy sugar so bittersweet as throat gorging lush vertebrae
your spine, i cradle haphazardly in my stupid fit of flat tissue  
in my ointment you are the grandest fly
a pestilence i gladly so lovingly

              carcass

be without



               d e
f
     i ,    N    


                                              i
   T                     o

             I


                                            n

my
     my light
my lithe light
                           my lithe lady
daily devotions: i attend with my lips
your marriage of heat and (callous sensuality
unerringly lavished a spit of phlorescent marrow.    .        .    To the salt

       of sunlight light majestically freckled your shoulders

who's so pale hands are grippless plums juice bursting off you're onyx hair
         dimly.

         who i'm enamored a foolish

                            girders
                                                  of my rib

solitary pumping scarlet

                                                carve my amorphousness to
            symmetry
                                 the
  ****
                      breach
                                                 of lavender
                                                                                   sound!

cackle sublime savagery
in domineering supremacy
a knee repletes successive concussions
and by viscous absurd petulance
crack this gourd, thought bearing toothed
                                                   i
                                evol
                    ot
  hurt
               uoY,,,;

did it ever seem like life was sifting gradually swift in lumps and sighs,andforks bolting sorely muscles tingle and baritone is plumply in this jazz hard cafe i'm eating eagerly your stomach with darting hollow orbs it's so cleanly a caked muck that's draped splendidly in ******* a girl i lick and tender verbally a slick sentence skirt lifting rapture

sheathe thee
still earth         in thy raiment so pale and daunting
a face i cup and hew with lips as cool as the wind
i've broken slander and maleficence that droops
so witless of the boorish plucking youth
do so i, kiss with excellent flavor, this season dewed in frost
meandering carefully my soul in a bolt of fluffing flakes

it didn't feel at all like summers cold folding gregariously as a shimmering doth prance elephantine drifts amorphous to my ear listening for wet who might singularly announce in  most brevity the closing of the white door who drinks our warmth of toes and phalanges numb little digits and voice i taste the small crumb of enormous winter with her head buckling symmetry like the twin steel of so gracious a giggling fancy

how i came by
this lush trickle of vocabular erupting passion
   i electrically shovel

  in
          digital grunts
i
   kno

                ,w
not
                                only
    

                   i           :T,s

HA'b,i:Tu
                       a
l l
          y

by keen edged light do slice and fray the knotted chord of sanity
shed miraculous logic
for 2 bold fantasy, thy fancy of bulging rainbows,  a serrated pillar
of luminous children
midnight is a laughing thing, a great greeting lassitude, as carefully
collapses silken hair
for who's art i slaughter apprehensively motion, becoming prone
a receptive son             of the calming burst of gleaming fur
i stoke repetitiously the cambered vertebrae of fire
and by fingered velocity i stroke about the brash sliver of hair
  bashing aggressively from thy stupor of unclad flesh(a bastion
slight fragranced as aphrodite, the hollow of thy lip brimming
incandescent droplet

     a treat
                    i thee
                                oral
)...!

she '
           s a bigflavor
stuffed with agile bones
and gracious stocky elated heat. winsome flush density: that to(o
which i'm merely malleable metal
some gold, palmed freshly
in the grove of supple magic
a boisterous thigh and i,m love

                        I,m

massive.

i
  ' m witless charming music i
                                              m '
clumsy lighting gnashing slow
at lewd digestible ****** of your swift
fiber shedding miracle or you
                                                     my quavering note
      of pure violence
                                         stabbing rightly my paunchy ego
    and bleding
          i steal into your absolute cherry and marvel
viciously the timber of your soul
which burns and freezes gratuitously like the sun and earth
who are lovers like we
effortless
     and
                                                    )ETERNAl

i've a pale carnivore,
slaying passively the night
  in my cotton ember
and with velvet detergent she sprays me
***** loose hinges cravenly and pink
and disheveled lips
i split
          unmutable vast minute vines
snare exactly my naked burning crust
    an shuck absolutely
the dull sheathe of my so
unlovely
                 ****

to be so
without punctuation
and verbing
                with your soft nouns. it is i, it is thy, it is we(re an aroma

cup sudden winter and flakes crinkle sweetly the earth or by cold hand of unday the freezing is gently in all the moisture and she lavishes their molecules and unslowly disseminates her breath in varnished perfection of frost saying "now is coming the season of lovely unheat and blessit with thy loaf of burning lips and kiss kiss kiss every noun

              "

also morpheus, thou who art dusted leaves
tremulous portraits plaintive angels creaking
pinions, wasted paint clanging fatly unskinny
corpulent boughs spread deviously; rip carefully
sanity: a flagrant splendorous nymph hard arithmatic
chime softly a dull pepper in my head: mostly
cobwebs and fluff punished grinning skulls
my teeths are clean and the smooth hollow
of thoughts is a pillow budding dream
laid crinkled masterpiece and fill it morpheus
with your excellent meat

in god played undeath skips wildly disintegrating
tulips
           sighing from the curtain of stars
hung loose
                    and laughing indescribably
immortal, f
      o
          r
               tuitous   of immobile light: a coma

from within belches the overlong trench of mucous silky
  a
n              d                             festering.    in my mortal stillness
clasp the cold birds of winter, wings magistrating the currents
of first frost and

               L
                i
            E

sick f,lOu;rIshIng
                                         calamity by what abscess you **** hotly moisture
'pon the sticky damsel of
                                                   life
who art brevity greased                       or we argue

(scrawny tiffs) with god (who smells like nothings

yay though it be. still we are. if not only a morsel

(1)ones laughing like a dog with 2 22's
who're like 3: a whorish slightly giggling mess
3 prods the carpet by footed semblance of leather
assembling her flesh in the left corner of a lazy
rectangle cinema cube. 1nes still cackling throat
******* cords vibrating stupidly on every face              with the 2 maybe 23's

mouthhanding and eyefucking with his fat grunt syllabary. 3's uncomfortable
atthe sycophantic panting of her 23's atthis masculine discharge
wetting the silence a pulsing ***** of tongue barking *****           .     as an usher ushers fleetly our
moist intellects to the quiet little. the quiet little notch. of waiting excited
screaming visuals a screen crucified blathering.

the 1's ungiddy prance detonates by the skinnyjeaned legs pumping fetid motion. in company of long femininity. and the ovals of 3
grate swift bile at they're lump. and they swallow inthedarkness
his moronic spit. and puke  .    .                                        .

WHI
te, ....       your waiting hands are so

     like shins gently bruised

         a pressure of lovely bedded ladies

what else? he's a war of nice arrogance. a boy like
          purple
and he's me. we, we're we,re i; i'm he and we sweat with a demon
in the spiraling helix of our
       dna
how can i **** this kind ******?my desire for some other fruit.

          it's esoteric

grossly.fascinated of dense buttery light
  the streets is painted laughing amber       and whisper it
                                                              ­            to her fair buttress
                                                        ­                   this milky sity
                                                                ­          who's nigh detestable
                                                      ­                    glowing hair
                                                            ­                roils with turgid junk
                                                            ­              of cacophony drunk with
       metal


rusty little. we'll go waltzing a polite **** of youth in your tawny veins

by what light!this pains' dismay is taught and frigid
it is the earth upholding my footfalls genial and slow
i tread and mark the soil as turning sunder:the stain
last frail and withered node of light 7fold and thrice
the hills are marching under that calamity of orange
duskish and fowling their curvaceous hide. i'm loose and tight
in folds of grass. and i walk

                                    and i walk

                                                   and i    w
                                                                         a


                                                                                   l;
                                                                                     K

beholden only unto thee who art thy;the throbbing quark of
sated lust and thusly spent
                                
              and


                           spl
deya-

                   the vassal of my notes and insert your nice pain
like melodically sugary lush ventricles. a cane bent. stocks bearing
the gossamer fruit of your surly vinegar pleats

replete i in sticky coughs of light glowing pertinently of the vehicle
of your hips. in which i ride unruly and cold killing ****** of
thighs all sweated and blithe and lithe. like a slick predator
pounce uneffortful sighs of dainty lace and so pink cotton

           what ami?if not thy's?then:nothing,mymoistsnappingprose

i         am        rare                arrogance        brilliantly
caked in sinuous batter inexorably fluid taught
grime, as the invited breath  of salt pillars in my
nostrils. like god, like christ's woefully placarded
woody drizzled body  the autumn is also every sign
of poesy and the imminent closure of flaming stodgy
existence
his season is waiting at the fore. ready to mass swiftly
white exuberance snowly at the behest of gray freckled heavens
long and talking paleness, in tiniest majority, flakes

flakes abounding footing the asphalt gardens and the naked
arbor flesh by the lakes. by the lakes
    says some trees, "we are and justly so shall be, for a time longer than
thou who are more temporary than we. like grass, wither succulently
afore the mounding **** of time; eroding assuredly thy pink
sack of viscous organisms in unnoticeable obvious certainty."
and they said so, the trees, they said life
and i said
i said "axe"

how came thy to thee? thou who art tantalizing(the champion of slender
******(
               art thou intricate and feared mostly of death?
fear not, thou who doth gestate sumptuously and fair in the dumb
fickle knot of my lazy arms. see serenity blood surely fierce of my tangled
morbid odor; claim its ardor with loathsome gross pleasant fingers and
comb the destitute morals therein which is panting a muzzle supremely
nuzzling my flaccid dearth of voltage.
      i know thee sweetly my goddess of sweat
                                                                                 , pain

        ,       and shearing passion and fear nothing

                        i       am        
  
                   splendidly         stitched in your fabric

   and we'll rot together.
                                           .
                                        .
                                          .
                                      .

                                            .



                                                            .

were it as rippling as the techno static shoveled obdurately
in the volume of this writhing pit i'd sonic cavalierly with the
fairy dusting eyelids fluttering. stripping accurately the moisture
of my minute organs churning salty crystal obliqueness at the
stunning lounge seriously unserious fractals micturiting. hey it's
youth. what else?

i ladle and belch the **** of my manure cloud sphere clad with
serious hair up to the lip of 2nd speaking red and receding in naked
i growly split tenderly aching muck and i open my mouth and
procreate assuredly my twin vibrations of love and death and i'm
also as they. or who is the bursa inflamed digital crunching sapphire
      
               and

only my fathers know also what. they are only old. but took me
in their ink and gave me blood and gave me words and they are Eliot
or cummings OR hobbes or deScartes and plAto   or Nietzsche'
and they showed me. and they showered me. and they make me
or only(itseems) they do: are likened unto me and the machine of my
thought making grayness...
                                                     and only my fathers
they know only like me and we are 1

only are i ever
        like
death(who is my long lady
who,s bone straight
skinny fat
against my nerves
her vertebrae
tingle pearl white
thickly straining   ( stabbing!exile
of beat bearing          supple vermilion
lakes                            salty
littered        carnage?and
i grip the narrow blades of her hips
and fornicate with
dusty marrow sin; and dancing
my tongue
in her barren maw
the hard palate of evergrinning stark
exposed.or i'm in her bed
waiting to caress her ribs
pleated essence

                          DeaD: she,s is my lady
                                       m ylo ve r
                                         eternal
                                                         in wriggly sockets
                                              worm filled flaccid pockets
                                                  of"

tonight was an exact corpse
of beautiful slushy soap
foaming against the jowls of undeath
and life was roaming hitherwither
in slated motes of burning blood
turning sweaty beads of laughter
in the swollen wind of unday
peaking bravely over the many
glowing rictus wearing gutted
orbs
precarious on the porches child
heaving
and sugar vomited doorsteps
strewning the mellow
darkness
young

y speaking breath
                       l                                take
                 p                          timidly
              e                                   (yearning sweltering swelling fire
          e                                                          and cut languidly
       t                                                                    the shape of subtle
   s                                                          carnal clangor;into the passive
                                                                 mound of my coffee hard
                                                                      embolism) an anabolic
                                                                    shriveling eruptioning
                                                                 testosterone fountain


                                                   i,m not my own. at this quivering
                                             plussing of my heady gobble
                                                            i,m
                                                      only stone softly
                                                  ungently
                                                                  an engine
                                                           of pure
                                                        *****
                                                                     pumping

oUtsiD
            E
              
    I bet its coldly octobering
shoting of the pale glazed soil stiff brown ******
unclothing
                   steadily but
inside i
           t
          '
        s
under crumpled polyester clumps
       a static heat
                 you
an arm
              overandunder    a the
        shrine
                       of
                                    your
          fleshed
                         casual habitat