1
   effectless
                      hampering
                                           tongue is in the chattering molecule
of my dapper skull.
i hammer verbal clumsy spit into post nasal void
just likely
                  the stately emblem of young thoughts
and i'm new blood
     unwet tranquility
like the rain
       like the sun
           like the dry crevice
of clean filthy electricity
ramming carefully between my arms
the slight perfecting bodice of your
soft vehicle
and i placate it succinctly
by pink rinds
      slipperying on the wailing
cotton
             of you
most erratic brevity

you,re bone deep pleasure soaked carnival of and laughing cinders mucoused in the rampant hand of slick bloodless night by the bay
gradually.
    
a and a

    follicle of dangerous sleep. pastinate is the brooding cobble
a womb secluded giggle

coughing bubbly mirth

         wrack the svelte ocean o
f

          we are three
                                       in
    the bland coffer of the darkness
         plunging our stink
into each

                       others
    i

i was is my hands drugs)!
         evaporating splendorous
      sugar canes
                            the ruby of muscled
hell
             and discharge of sinuous
      marvels

                when the fat skinny
is in vulnerable propagation
       a cloud
                       gilded
    and spake "
                             you are sweat and pain and tenuous ,
  meet thy shall i when thous tedious crumb
        is spent human shell by the ground
          resting in loose solid soil
            bath and"
                                             thus
      rattled the increment of
                                                   lovely      and kind

         death      whom
                                              i       argue
          upon daily
                                    and

                                                      make

in the extremity of my ladies passionate jib
          my current cells
              speak loudly the name
                                                     of life
             in her vambrace
                                           of muddled pink
intoxication. my ex cellent fauld

in the unhurried hardening
      the cavity
          of
slightly
              murdered light
is the pale word of your
         gently belly

          and


the small question of your

            hideously


                                                          AwAke?!

i,m electric. its, the pisshard light
crapping ugly vowels off the bulbs
on the stree tonthestreet spitting webs
of iridescent ridiculous tubercular scarlet
folds of loose legs
akimbo receptive culling frilly cotton
nets
about their thighs. their thighs crying
white dark femurs
blasting hot
on my i's. on my eyes. on my
   punch heavy brooding crumble
slashing the serious night air nightmare
night blaring
                        neon daughters
dna
         in little flecks
some cordial bums; laugh ******* nonsense
birds. they're a bottle away. a bottle away
a oblivion. sip sip. drink your soul away
     and rude the clean folks
passing on the asphalt rivers
   veining in the cold hot bright darkness

; and it leaps
   over touch and blood
the illustrious crepitus of your oscillating
olive wrinkle
     meagerly i
                               climbed

  into it's hollow
       solid
                   flexing
                                      pink

      asinine heat

                                      i

          cream and chunk
    likely
                    the  steam
   is drunk                                      of ignoble

           *******

                                  *******

       from her
                                                      stifff

       blundering


                         boney

        rib





                       s

SleEp)?
you,'re are an pale sweeping pliant loosely club
        bashing softness
  upon my cobbled unsplendid
      ink
                    and smashing
     viscously the poppies
          stubborn lungs
                                                          dusted
                                                             imperfectly
                                                               arrogance
                                                          a you lovely supple fire
                                                        the opened closeness
                                                                of cotton treasure
                                                             fluttering
                                                                               existential
                                                                    motes
                                                                                and the you
                                        

smell like razors          cluttering
        silverly
                        the knelling
           harbor
                            of
           my
                       soft     hardness

                and
you are a majesty .wholly





                                                          unalone

i wasn,t a god but i('ve)
                  
          drohc detonk tsrif eht detsat

of ****** silence tonguing
the velvety paint of nothing
plastic thorns punishing sweetly
a rose
       patient hands searing nouns
of shapeless conformity
      straightly bending smooth roughness
and red
              and yes
       and and and and
               smile little blood
i'll cup your naked furnishings
        and we'll go strongly
into the darkness burdened vine
       of stringy gargled nightmares
and
           ;'hiccup"

god
      spoke in
              unbent folding
                      ***** tinder
                             from an inbetween
   (onyx
         follicles
                   manacling  
                              the heaving notch
                                           of cold
                                                   frosty magma
                  lurching
     out
                                    of
       the
                          slouching
             pouch                            of       her
      fine
                            giddy
                                                 pearl
           and


                    in       my            beat heavy

           pulsing      
                                  her    monthly blood)rOAR!?

there was drooping violet
  spate generally on the still noble sky
    by who ridiculous punctuation slammed
      unsleeping winds all about this lean laughing
        hound of plural singulars bounding intaglio rivulets
         slightly rosy chunks of love
              and love  was
                                           punching  gradually
       every lips
                            and lightly whorish
     bruises slapped the pavements
          by the
                         B!r.Ea     k     I,N;g'     surf

incidentally it was night 2 lasts i
                                                   was
wearing the wriggling organism of your lips
                                            (
    and cradled in the dripping chasm of your slight grinning pocket
i nestled specifically in y
         our iron stallion
       in the eyelet of the small strangled heap of quiet
by the new carcass of
        the posthumous day
                                               and waited
         for the first gargle
                                               of gnashing pink
              to canter
                                           across
          the  prose
                                   of rocky protrusions stinking
on the horizon
                                    )?

the copious girls of summer are fair skinned laminate
withs blonds all ******* about their heads the air
or syllables of autumn in distinctly American voices
a swaggering insomniac who is springs ugly sister
but myfingers find her soft decimals and make her make verbs
of quiet *****; a distinct growl of decadent hair marching
from between her hips and about who is circling the
vultures of my hands. resting on her thronging paint
the goldenarch of luscious flesh and she tastes like
apples
              and cinnamon
                                        and dead

     my little fAll

you were
                uoy
       erew f
                  i
                 r
                  s
                 tl
                    y an unbroken softness. of tight soil. and was i was
a seed first pushing into the smart crevice of your light
by which guided the water of my soul
            and nurtured the second flower of my heat. burning in the
snarling rapture of your trembling thighs
           between they
spouting a tyrant of imperfect friction
                   and i laid in the velour of your heaving
            breaths

                              and tickled

the slight arch of your spine
with errant lashings of my foolish mortal hand
           passive and boiling
under the searing fire
           of the delicious sensual crumbs
of your






                           ey  e   ,    s

i think. i think the trees are thinking.
i think
     the
tre
        es
   a
   R
e      thinking        

                                      OCTOBER
                                       ?

they say death. and they wear it. and they ware it.

                 and.

it's yellow talking on the gnarled limpets breathing
from their bruising trunks. suckling my apt pupils
         discharging lovely decay in my small
pocket of teeth and thoughts and veins. they,re an ******
   of crunching golden mort
  i walk through its delicious corpse
       and i take her.
      i take here. this is:

                YES

i liked the night
         a morsel of arguing light
     with the morose chimney stacks
and gratuitous roofs
they wetted with creamy distilled lunar ****
and whisper beveled nothings
at the screaming silence


  !

of hand, precariously clutched, a heart; demure or pulsing angles richly scarlet. a rose, petals unbent open breathing. to thee, a promise, of hands(my hands. swear them and their means. my lady softly you are grace and everything...

it was that i was. gurgling a valorous *** of cells at the bottom
of the notched brick habitat of sickly algebra. and i and. with all
the dirt meticulously skeletal. trenchant chaotic lips blathering
skinny vocal animals. the smooth monkeys pinstripe about the
square in my needle city. well and i am an we. with your habitual
pocket of blood and dust in correct lumps small and large proportionately
spitted on your ideal, at my hips your hips(hand in hand). we walk
bythe specific straights towering sky breakers hollering reflective
skin. the neon electric residue of light smacks my eyelets. and
some ****** **** with the night air agreeably. but i,m a yours
and only. yes. so let's make some drips of clear tremulous benedictions
to this vibrant lovely hell

it's was summer last night
unfolding silver cold pinpricks
       who's wings yawn incredibly
from the tender bruise of moonlight where we
were two 2's
basking indelibly straight lanky souls

           and we touched

she is beauty
a violent pulsing *****
   sweetly of sinew or nerves
     gasping skeleton writhing
       naked olive livery screaming
                  i like her
         garden. with my tongue. a folding
scent of poesy in small poems i cannot write
      in 2 hearts scratching painful din of
cringing light. on her ventricles enameled my enormous
healthy blood; she rages quietly; an ocean scalping
   the coalesced lips i shatter on her belly
and her clergy of ***. i am dumb my naked perfect blade
    so put in me
                          you're
                                      god

and dead is.
                daed
             si balmy june silver moon welt so ugly beautiful.

dead is sometimes always. always sometimes and dead is.
      dead is smiling white cheek mucous coughing blond
darkness and.
         ;dead it's the livid miracle of carnal soil by bones
distinctly scented of muscles. it's dead is autumn dancing
   a ragged yellow corpse crunching of the naked souls
**** hearts pounding, and dead. dead is grand
         and purple flowers cramming flavor into the loose
pocket of wind and carpals unfleshed sodden clasping
      dry mouths dusty nouns. and dead is music,
long and fat, grotesque hips chattering with taught lips
       onyx saliva belching stupid oral.

               and
                                de
              ad
                       i
                                                                                    s.

the deep easy mountains are a supple apparatus
in indigo talking rain, they plead for small quiet
sounds who have no bones but skin that wears
the day. a fleeting gilded crest it rolls and chocolate
muttering trunks in the forest standing against
the callous lily supremely piercing the azure
lock of sky. and the amorphous gray gullet smeared
upon it's cobalt heat is gently vomiting wetness

i had my feet on theair and was gashing in the new
house of first violence
my hands were arranged in a patient painful shape
that laughed with speed
he's a dank specter of courage lilting in this valley
falling perspicuously quiet
of motion deadened, an apathetic figure stiffly
la petite mort
well spill sleeping wind on the face of night
and go into your head
a delicious sprawling valley, at the beckoning
of my fists
i made it for you, this dream, so dream it

i wonder what death i'll wear when the soft scalpel of flaying darkness visits the veneer of my stocky bones. i maybe think i'll touch the vale and tear an onyx breath by cleverly decaying lungs, who by swift retracting fascia i'm a pulsing ***** of health. We'll all go there, lay in her soil bed, and unmotion unfinite..
                                            .

she was
             s
               p
                   eaking
a forest a
              n
                 d
it ex

              P
LO                      DED
! a mercury ankle flexed wings digital crunch of elated
cleating sunlight through the tiny between of slatted window treatments.
a vanilla of hot dreaming darkness. the best nothing. a fleeting
permanent second burning. and we climbed
    into each others mouths our pink snakes tremendously. the air
           was sweating jealous vanity of her. an aphrodite detonating in my
cotton ocean. 500 threadcount pleasure bashful sheets clamoring
          beneath a writhing light of feminine stink.
      what a splinter. in my flavor
  it
             loves well
and
                i

hey i don't you
remember the sea    ?
       ido
it was speaking little wet enormous. a tooth
         hey!don't i you?re a massive collapsing
ocean deep perfect. the waves crack back
an oblique smell of crying swollen.
                     it,s a god's face; a bruise blushing on his cheeks
maybe

                we taste the shore. it's gray enunciated sky impinging the
dry with damp teeth. or the mountains thinking on the horizon:

                blotting truculence

                        they stand  so still

iAmraptured. at the unyielding tumult of your smooth venom
   in the coughing elated cream of moon *****
a nothing perspiring in thee. a brash unday of staggering
sonorous starlight.
                               .
                           l two in between the vast smiling trench of your
thighs,by the unpermanent palms,a gallon of marching cylindric
                      pink. lavish incredibly dull spent muscular purring
vibrations. the first twitching violence of clean stroked chords a
    n
                              d
plunge stupid majesty. the whole half of me and play in my immutable waves
the hard soft sharp nightmare of your glad steamy pain. you are pages
        of verbs

          you are sometimes. you are you. youa r e a giggl in gfloc k o ffast
pumping hips
                               ,
                                        an almost never always split and crooning
by the chariot of my hammer soft blows of lips lips lips lipso hotly
  (pressing a nerve crackling electric nape
                     neon undeath blaring flesh ) i'll climb inside you

   're damp

the suns a small fist in its gray stocking weeping steadily bent tears of light. i whisper it my eyes and eat the lucid muscles of its limbs.

thrice the bell is talking bronze skin over the
courtyard young cells.

                 soporific

wagging skirts, the measured abstraction of laughing
blond hair. by wet scalps busting through the air
impulsed to dry halls unloud
whispered learning. droll and fleet, a mouth boorishly
pouting a bed of weak ideal knowledge
to lay, to prone, in its verbal belly a thrashing distaste

                      they're

                 so
bored

                                   gooutside
flat feeted lady's . the golden dead trees beckon
with gaunt branches failing drips

                       why am i?in this little box

i have, twice or 1nce, or there and here, had this dream: (or once or 2ice)
a folding song of clouds by azure lungs shorn of air and vapor
amongst them walking going: an angel, young and old ministers

a scented stupid scratch of light in nights mouth abruptly quick
"how nice a thing i think i think a sorry muscle wafting

                                    verbs and nouns parentheses"

        the angel croaking slim sentences and plucking

on the          sun  a mountain against my eyes__

               to hollow in direct passion my slender aching column
and toe to head a scent of succulent silence magistrates her form
                                  how by i came and to the maw abounding
chrysanthemums a verdant pillow, with slow buds
      an autumn and a spring
where holly and emerald think in crimson berries and christ is
drooping by the wayside. it should be that winter is a cold and lovely
notion. but in my dream it is a hell...

I am largely a common article. of bone and blood:
a flesh stocking i wear on my god. and at night i
climbintoitshead(a kind skull rectangle of thought)
and life is there and death is there and autumn's
summer wilting fragile new decay, freshly ancient. and
temporary hands hush a dreaming mouth;oral and
crescented, a grim mammoth habitually tiny fragment
of large serious nightmares. Who by who's arms, corroded
and muggy, the common large article of i is a singular mul
-tiplicity of and i and with unthinking clarity a hot colour
of stink...

masterfully composed.she's a twinkling savant
of gently murdered stars

    the eve

a girl in fornicating hues drunk and limp of life
and breathe

                       stunning decay

i like your skin

the roses speaking neatly piles of stems
beneath the window sill
have red little red voices           and talk wet
they,ve petals are                   moist vermilion
of the crass or dangerous     air cringing on their

                   thorns

i'm a holding, in my, it rests and moans
petals
         petals
                   petal's
hot crinkled ***** scarlet
i think my mouth would like to taste
the smiling blood in each sprig, magic
folly of delicious war, a boy, i,m a.
a woman, she's
cotton lovely bones

                                              a rose

docile pain. in my hand. ouch!

what,s beauty?shorn and tousled follicles.a b
-owlfilled with hushed buzzing electric teeth
masticating her hair fleetly. a soft waste deposited
in porcelain silent whiteness; a crevice kindly hard
to pertain the sheering

and rough gently her bobble i clutch and rub
its skein
the jostle gritty stubble rumbles contended
under my hands
but remains an onyx shock twaining sweetly
you
i love you
my                 little              valkyrie; scream

i think i am some dust briefly flush with life who grates every moment by passing grains of limpid time and unbecomes in sheafs of days

i wait, horizontal, for this night and parallel
when of formidable masculine discharge
by knees and elbowsandfists. shins and
bones. i reposit into a muscled sack of
organs
whom might think
they can stop me
o, pain
deftly serious and bright, your arms firstly singing
callouses and knuckles lucky
lift lucidity of skull and flesh
to murky shores unknown
and felt(when woken in your
plumes of soft purple speckled
of boney cages
i think you'll find i was better

& and of this swooping          twilight
i might say it
is it.                           one large enormity
  ,        small and tumbling
deftly clumsy                             and reposed
                          quicklyquietly
in succulent folds of mauve silence

'pon                                           the imminenthills

outside my window

& and of this swooping          twilight
i might say it
is it.                           one large enormity
  ,        small and tumbling
deftly clumsy                             and reposed
                          quicklyquietly
in succulent folds of mauve silence

'pon                                           the imminenthills

outside my window

brief fragile eternity
you are amongst the heaped postures of my thoughts
and if idle i idly return

as in my bed or car(any placid grain
revolve to fore and captivate largely
my anxious floating fingers

             of)my mind

bursting on your slippery

            

                                                                                   forever

it wAS i came by nervous steed
over valley and time to a stream
trickling sickly between your *******
; and it was

          it was

my mouth; and tongue: a RiveR.
questioning her skinny pride

              and taken

my limpid bride

afore death there is one unfrivolous blossom
blooming in a perilous garden who doth
converse with love and her ancient feathers
***** about the endless musk fat and rapacious
in the air fairies. olive skinned mutterings
dote 'pon the lucid fluttering angles of
wings. i felt and walked the paths littered
of decay and amour gently dead, skulls
grinning unfinitely. but a breeze greets
the stocks and buds, fragrant and huge,
mesmerizing the fickle lungs blowing stagnant
promises unkept. i butchered and laid my
hands to her core brimming of dainty
darkness and made my self in her blood.
i now wear it in every stifled beat, beat,
beating in my breast...

I,ve unclosed
                      (and
                             ­   i
                                  will speak
                                                      slowl­y
                                                               ­    trees

steeply uncrooked breathing 'gainst
the racing moon over the valley bending
swiftly thoughts of ungiant sprigs puckish
in the frailing summers wings

a wig of tender incandescent drops cavort
in silent wetness on petals the)

a cadence of caving murdered light
seamless fluid winsome dusting upon
the unserious lips of night flexing effortlessly
by their touch, and flaccid, upon mine
i am drugged
   of lilywhite tubes; crumbs of hushed love
a draught of limpid steam.    i

laced and foamy the jaw distends

A leviathan i'm beneath my skin:swimming
bulges veiny skeleton rippling dusted morsels
of
           muscular innovations

infinite minute orbs bustling scarlet oxygen
my limbs

            w,Re'tHe my copper hugeness

i'm so tiny, in your heat, innumerable witless drips of
sweaty hours drawn long nights groaning
in your skinny monument
i'm hip and teeths and fist     and gnashing
thigh  purple delicate spiderweb of bloodshot
moans
              hey
                     VENUS and cupid a cushion for his pins

in your nudeness. i'm skin just crumbling to your fingers
           in the finite naked cells of your palm
i love you

                      darling

it was slowly hideous and more. the vapid skull was fragile
mucous glistening ostensibly of nasal passage and a flagrant
gesture mounting swiftly every coming brief second and
fornicating methodically minute transmissions of air of repugnant
lungs.
the heaving damsel broached or slippery tousled follicles limp
in arrogance foaled softly on her scalp. i maybe was and she
new. the sport of delicious fresh cluttered blood plump and
detestable in beneath the sallow rubber husk rubbing slickly
on the small walls particularly.
a
the. a(shade of yes(dribbles when the smacking rinds of lips
bubble sudden noise in. and a. a and. she smothers the babe
of silence in putrid vocal aberration fetid slop of words. temporarily
she is. speaking quickly and inviting me to the back little room
to weigh and measure large and pale the vestige of my i. take me sit
me in another waiting. another room of waiting. waiting. waiting

waitingwaitingwai"hello I'm Dr.Hanson"

in caked in minute flexing avarice of the dumb spiteful sun i,m;
it laps constantly the empire of your ***** with its caving greedy
light
the effortless virus of its tongue whose buds are placid heaving
minstrels; aptly rapacious guards; with pointed spears and blades lusting
your rind most clangorously in the habit of its golden languor
devouring the specificity of your hips
the prim bud of your clavicles
and
      and
            the dim musky sanctum of your pleasing eyes
(kind sockets brimming jade splinters
                                                                    )
and the sweet shock of your moss. between your thighs.

i hate him. the sun

in the brief habitual habitat of
your strenuous lily leaps infinitely
to my lips
your strong horizontal aroma .a clean
poesy angling soft heaven a little garden
and i
         tend
               it
                htiw
                 ym
        thuom
a succulent thorn protruding indiscriminately
and you take it up. take it safely. take its hideous
drab voice and muffle it in your elegant song
and

     the

base winsome shape of your fracas explodes perpendicular
roses blushing shamelessly in the hard languid chamber
              's
clumsy petals stupidly, anon and hither and verily
   the husk of *** drips
completely. i drink of your sensual geometry and every cup
full and blasphemous sprints a heavy sweat clasped
                  sorely muscles breeding contractions
ugly.

but i am but will not be and shortly. only are any of we, so ladle
and depose upon me your hot brutish stink.

nigh the eve is drawing clumsy blue fingers on the tired hills
                          
                 and           the

sun frails as the large serious night propels suddenly
slowly over the horizion her hair
drowning the ember of light in

ardent inky                                                       blood

YES. my simple biceps are purring perfectly slick immobile death
rictus wearing skulls. i needle my flesh and ink it and make it pretty

                      the smiling violence of my triceps
          bulge distended arcs of fists. ladling terrifically through stale
                             air mingling vibrant vibrations

calm tigers of effortless dream making darkness my arms dance and
jolt pleasurably and every body loves
               the infliction of their splendid pain;they roar and combust
suddenly at the night crafting carpals imbued to my wrists
jouncing and blustery voices thrash from throats

             they love it

they love it        they love it

       i
'll do it some more

OF this I,m sure:       my hands

     are

little hammers pontificating on your head
a hard oval split and ******* of your tender blood
i wonder maybe why you don't try(atleast)to move
a bit. shift maybe slightly. but i don't think you can
so i guess

    i    will maybe

          keep maybe

yes(iwill)

               keep gently


    smashingyourface

Pleasantly i was presently an obese mote laughing in the chattering
orifice of this emerald ciTy amongst the hollow discharged oblong
fingers vomited of the silky concrete mounds dangerously apathetic
the fat grunt of youth grand and evilly blanketing the hard arteries speaking
slowly feet. about the whim of the hard towers skirting angelic ***** lilt
and milk there ******* of ****** mucous to drag masculine colours to their
heed. how drunk they were of lacy cotton fringes and damp skin collecting
dew drops hard lovely thighs flatulently billowing from their savage femurs

the cool common sky is generally heavy with gray makeup and tears softly
epic wails of wet teeth. they bite and nibble the brim of my umbrella. and moaning
******* capricious men proffer and spit elocutions electricly open hands
palming digital cracking whispering clouds of text. rapid eyelids turgid was grinning specifically at I "how about a light" "sorry I don't smoke"

specifically:very:yes the gray grows
speaking slowly rainy bones
disheveled drooping vertebrae
c
ambered lovely death .a wrist bangled stupid colour's

      finely pounded grains galloping fleet ovals
the apt pupil dodders and the sky is a *****
why today?rain