i
try to
speak
even though
my voice
shakes

we

we di

we did walk

step
step
step
step
;stutter
(stop
in that) garden

verdant lush
withers thus
our kissing
i's
play soft fingers (over)
thighs:
all aquiver

darkness longs to touch
(obsidian sheet
hangs off petals)

;you

i garnered a sense
of this imposing ****
   (her streets,thiscity                                 ,
were a thickset forest
of garbled noble flesh
) and the abrupt wrists
she wears her hands
on they
and spout                      a tremulous quaking fever
                                        in lean corpulent unseriousness
                                       an hour
                                          on her rock soft fluff
                                                  tickles shocking knots of fuzz that bubble
on my lips
                                and briefly stumble on my nostrils

          their fire
                             and they're dirt

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

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,

                            .
            
                                 ,
      
               .

when i do looking(eternally)into
your eyes steeply
the complete
ingenious potion
of their
smallest
drunken dots
eat the entire fullness
of me
and i fall into them
                                                            ­                      


                                        ­                                         4ever

electric blessed lov3rs lick digital
tower disk spinning cradle.
why  so    near           far?
collude blank screen heaving *** whisperers

in your magic folly blindly look
on an sensual pit

it holds a wealth you avarice
                                             c
                                          o
                                     w
                                  a
                             r
                        d
                                s

crave most ardently

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

AUTUMN
                   ,
                       shes got a pretty little
                       hair lip(fast over that
                       sad mouth)between
                       her eyes&chin; shes
                       got pretty bundles
                       of loose fat(and they're
                       her lips)she moistly
                       smacks around every
                       hem of whizzing
                       jackets skirting
                       hitherwither
                       with 'er wither
                       heavy teeth(shes
                       has green bits and
                       yellow bits, respectively,
                       thronging between
                       those thrusting ivory
                       cleats)she normally
                       wears and wears
                       death(so does everyone)
                       when she comes calling
                       ('tween october and december)
                       but she's just twiddling
                       (less like dead                             )
                        more like starting dead she's
                                                                               pretty like that
                                                                                                          (all rot and musk)
                                                                                                                                             she's gorgeous

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

              "

supping from
cups filled
with ill
darkness
the demon
on my
back
lacerates my
fleshy
shell
as he shifts
his horror

pretty, i like you

but more ugly

i like even

                  ;bruise

nice easy, pretty

eyes ringed darkly
and thick

(but like you hurt
    )throat pressed
    
      sigh and gurgle

maybe i'll, do you
want me to?do you

want red cheeks
aching quivers
('cause (Baby)
there's nothing)

i wouldn't do(2)4YOU

a 3 goes 1x1x1
                                                                                        in

procession
                 possessing a multiplicity
that shifts in threeish splinters
                     they mutter hushes
e  n  t   ering
that hallowed cavity
                      of cinematic

                d      
e                           t
                    
                              
                 o                nations

exploding a visual eruption
               on their willing
    1x1x1
                     i's

in me there is a grand heat
it's the purpose of my blood
hot stinking rivers
adolescent steam wafting
serenade a pile of burning ***

    a word tremendously whispered
shatter my lips. savage Gravity my cells
scream for thee. (lay open the stuttering
of my heart and place in it your fluid
                     i'll **** every hesitation
and blast your skin with shimmering agile
pulsings of my lungs; emptied upon thee)

make me raw little knife. the serrations of your
nails dance and please my flesh. motes of fire
         dimple the vassal of my will
how sharp thou are

please hurt me

i went! Starting of the dulcet earth
and
         1 foot
in front
                (of the one Flute
  spraying a magic twiddling famish
of achy voluminous nerves so close
to the skinny sheathe of light)               and i WENT! stumbling up into the

    enormous gulp of gods hard left hand and the light was s o loud i could hardly smell the oceans claret spinning spiral downward down we go like the
we go down into hades smart arms he said he loved the way we sweet
and gross
                       and sticky
           with sturdy absolute nothings our unlike hands onto the bashful plume
             of our very drunkest strings
and forza the abrupt closer our hearts, their devious septums, and twain that vermilion truculent fold and hit furiously the tempest:

           GRAND little miss. she's a lady sumwut like you
raven scalped and lush with curving mounds of plush sensual fever
       my strange electric scar
on my plain arm
                                  your hands
                                                           and VERY VERY

L
  e
T'sD
         oTonight
             hard. we'll finger ginger prematurely. immaturely. and
offended glossy cheeks. the fair legs, forever apart, the night's
begging panting heaving & yes let's
                                                          o­D
                                                         2
                                                       nite
                                       impossibly posing
                                     prosing nosing (it smells red
                               and neon). guns are our bones.
                             sensibly obscure the daft incommensurable
                           s,m'og O' inside the pooch, the slumping curve
                         the curbs and dancing, the jostling snort
                        of brain's panes behind them saying just faces.
                        unchaste faces. a multitudinous saliva teeming
                         young wagging hems lifted with my fingers
                          going under your cotton and right up
                            to your "'yes'" Y
                                                        3
     ­                                                 s!

or
well the
last time we were
which was also like
it was like 2 hot kittens
with button eyes trembling
against their sockets an unimaginable
tear and ladybugs and it smelled so pretty
when the stormy dream of your fuzz blundered
into the small summer of sturdy knees and sore ankles
and rickety sounding sunsets caving with silence, their
prosey colours dullling with a fast time over the bulbous
hearth of gods lemon drop wrists that have large merry hands
smiling with dew flecked cheeks rambling open rough lipless pockets
of deep poppies singing in the right little garden in the front yard of yesterda

                                                                                                                                      y

do you see
     (eye have)
shadows?

they are a tiny billion streets
littered
           piling

in drifts

'bout streetlights 'bout
          stop signs   'bout
          dimly frosted pains
          of dimly glowing windows


gathered
gathered

huddling(and their hands almost touching

                  but don't

                   passing


passing

                                  )shadows


a­ tiny 1000000000

                                          










­



























                                     ­                            in the streets
          



























                   ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                         




















                   ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                        ,

.































































­












                                     love me.

                                     **** me.

                                     trust me.
















































.

shivering

naked

in my arms

wetly:
         kisses

softly:
         touches

girl suddenly let's live unthinking
with me          live
without  
               a single fear               Live
fiercely
in brazen                              sating
     live           thoughtlessly
and uncarefully dispose     your
mouths sweetest waste in     my
mouth Girl                       beginning
carelessly       let's                destroy
apprehensions gentler cuffs     let's
unbind our firmer stuff             and
let's find their able tools in wanton
caprice
let's suddenly live unfearing and
thinklessly

it were a day and a day
since ago we meted
drinking the curving
swill of dank *****
magic
             against the
**** breast press
upholstered
                       bench
seats of my auto silver
bodied vehicle
(where you dug down
your teeth
                    sharply

into the pink membrane
of bottomer lip upon
your quaking
face a groan
through which perspired
stiffly
as grinding i
pushing
your darkly follicled
amazing head
down
             *** up
                         )

its throat is very

(the night)

whose fingers deeply grouse
in such blue as silken eve
the whole stack
of enduring
city

roar
and speckled
by the quiet of an alleyway
drenched in stillness whitely

stealing sudden magically
into a tightest yearning swallow

(feels as does and such as when
i think to think

i think as when
in Summer balmy please
skin to stick to skin

a flower just
its fullness to erode
the fever of its pollen

distilled erectly kissing
one unblemished lips

of night who when did
Grousing so bluely
its fingers                     )

wetly sunlight speaks
no voice no rhyme
from time 2 time
lost admits the rubble
but not so
{as they say}
for through thought though
they fought so
leaving knowing
breathing
slowing

who, by first light is fingers
each deeper fingers than last
through grass rushing fingers
pressed (and wet of tawny
dew cut 'pon the softest pebble
howl) a very straight forest
from where darkness easily
wrests (its thigh open

                                        its petals tousled


                                                                               )more

the such my hands(yourstiny)they

,as like rain,

they the their

          body itt

                                    e

                      
                              e

                                       ms

                      like with
                      beauty it
                      sings
                      singly
                      it
                      seems
                      unseemly

                 .

Dear it
the cough
your *******
they
point they
coo they
their
fracas is
it soft
does make
hardme to reek
of youth so mad feverishly
i, like coming morning, wash
your valley full
my piercing ray,



                                             i


                                            until do

                                            (as day does
)
                                            break

                                            and hollow fill
                                            the swallowing
                                            of thy hips

(                                           the color of thy bonny
                                            the cherry of your lips                           )

luna lolled a tongue of light through the cottony
bifurcation of fluttering draperies
licking her window with shimmering
spittle
refracted by the pallid idea of her flesh
she seemed a glowing angel of bone
wreathed in this incandescence
i took her sharp words and sewed
her love in the fabric of my being
oh god how i love her virginal
vessel
please won't you give me that gift
let me make your clean all grimy
with my ***** fingers

alas how can such an ugly thing as this me
ever lay in the proximity of a her so achingly right?

i am a nothing and she an everything

please don't leave my sheets this morning
i want to sing your song
bending my tongue about its fragile melody

in the distance a chime murmurs

scream wild silence
into the calm noisy streets
                                  young feet flecked.
a hushed overture of creased whispers
          profuse in the market sulfur tide.

all the windows wax an offer to the loose money pockets.

"who would wear that?" i hear i


                                                                       hear i hear.

i have been most alive
when my hands extend
beyond extension, crawl
leaping the air to clutch
in them the moon fairies,
dust magic,

                           and music

o music usually that eats
its no thing and has breath
like a nubile thigh: young
hard hot breath that creeps

o music sometimes the or
loud curving rush of your
mystery it curls in my ears
it sounds like girls laughing

it has legs weak that tremble
for between them digging
fingers, a sound like piercing
emits                                   it

is softer

beyond softer it clings in
fairy moons, magic dust
and a whole muss of
shuddering envelopes its

rushing curve

and hands leaping

extended

beyond extension

sometimes at 3 O'clock in the morning
i have been to wander myself in the air
congratulating my skin newly each stride
kissed with air stroking gently over

                                           the soft chortle
                                                    of my feet
                                                         who wrestle
                                                            with the
                                                              grasss
                                                             s
                                                                           s
                                                    s
                                                            s
                                                                  
                                                                       s
                                                          s


          

                                                                             s


                          s









                                                                                                                                                                                             s

it completely staged was your throat
1/2 broken perhaps yowling by a
long mouth inching rapidly

in eager please to
tell a boy how much he did
your cherry knees to wobble
(the anger of his hands
and the thrusting of his bobble)

for 6months wearing
a back into his sheets
only your inch mouth long
saying to darling I
for  a 1/2 year didn't

really ever come

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,

where hard meted soft arose
a dainty
sanctum: sweet sweaty valley
all peach
an beckoning tone summons roughly

how
         could
i deny
                        THIS
                      
absolute delicate?

Walk the earth
Tickle bones
The perfect place
To call your home

Crumpled dirt
On my sheets
Pulling out
My endless teeth

Laying in a field of wheat
Reach my hand
To **** the ****

Starry heavens
Far away
Never leaving
Never stay

Face down
In ***** dirt
Breath the dust
**** the hurt

maybe i'll go
                     go all hard and wiggly
when the bread of earth is suffocated
perfectly the surly bending twig,
my follicle of sheathing mortar
     and you.ll be soundly
quiet too
and you,ll love me more than god
and maybe
                     together
our softs will blunder
irrevocably against the sun
who's on our in's
our outs
                 and stapled on the supple
tweed of grass and laughter
(our fingers in the earth
  the righteous
     who think with hearts
       of copper vermilion hush
         ) i'
ll                 call you heaven
                and you;ll just
      just
                  just
                               just
              just
  just                                       just
                 just
                              just



          just









                 t       s                               u                                          j

; 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

i think: come(unthink)music
carelessmusic softly lilting the
swept downy fiber, falling, flakes
come steeply, arrive on comely ears,
the nuisance of thy waft gentle exactly
and the bodies

                                    fay

met of muscles many in sweetness
honey one, long strain of thy cords
envelopes the snug sound of your
kiss

                              daft

as a raspberry pursed between
lips, fruitmouth,

your fragrant
hand is the most articulate violence

           the most unthink

                            music

the most ear full cringe of lewdness
(dear, the smart vastness of your
naked sigh is a murdering song
comes from paired lips, and single throat

         annihilator sound

         I

think:

           unthink
                           .
                              come

said u
"what matter
this?"

not saying
showing

cleverly

i was

your heart is
(so way).

the way it is, so.

it is to part blood
(the filling of my lips)
with your lips.

and its body is so clean.

it is the to pierce
by beating madly
tattoo of carry me forward.

(through darkness carry me forward)
and lurch upon the flowering of its heat
(my heat)

to tumble steeply up
in comely gouts of daftness:

my heart.

on bended knee proffered
golden hoop

burn lurid 'gainst
pallor palms

saying: nothing

her silence
the loudest quiet

gilt in foiled amber streetlight bluntly buckled on my coffer p-coated and trundling meticulously a drafty cinder of pretty little veins blueing clicked small headed teeth blasting blond scalp and hot pinked lips they' were asking shyly if i'd a minute heat to burst the cool heap of tobacco splitting pleasantly her plush rinds a tube 'i"m sorry i don't smoke'

spiral down bodies
as our mouths turn toward
each others
erupt frenzied rapture
in a gasping valley
ramble i do testing
every scent i elicit
from the imperfect cure
of her shady lungs
coat me with your
heavy breaths
i'll wear your tongue
on my god
for
this night

you remind me fingers deep(wetly plunging
kindler sparks

                              and

                                            the


                        complete



                                            collapsing

                           of


                   silence


softly meets, firmly, parting

slippery

coils

in briefly blushing. cheeks perhaps thighs, or)
fingers: your reminder
sets pale tinder
cloven
electric tender

"goodnight" (oh and by the way
love though you) i

(walking briefly away) by your door
wilting

streetlight stands awkwardly half

(wilting and half awkwardly splits)

dusky silent ruby

lips and body

(then)"goodnight"

turns

utter me a dawn absolutely imperfect
like the sharp stab of lovers fingers
to cut me a river of light tears
enameled on the neat hills. organized
heaps of mumbles a sun crumb in the nook
of eyeless creeping sleepless nights. bloodshot
beauty veiny clovers sprawling on the hillocks
basking savagely under a solar sheet of becoming
day.
            it
was in    a    way     likethis that
shone a babe of screaming yellow
over the static silence of morning
   cleaving the vibrating stillness in a scorch of

I                           ,        
                                
                                '
                                       ,
                                             .                                                                                       U
                                            ;
                                          ,           iN
                                           .
               who                      '
                      a                         ,
                      r                             '
                      e                        I           ,
                                                              ' .
                                                     ,leaves'
                                                 , '
                                                  ;
                                                   ' ,
                                               .
                                                    ,
    softly
                     and
                                suddenly
                                                    A
                                   complete smell of
                                  the ocean. salty next
                                  to a sighing forest
                                  tremendously twigs
                                  enormous. they are
                                   whispers, green
                                   and cold linoleum
                                   under my feet
                                   in the kitchen
                                   a pitcher of
                                   tea is beaded
                                   with sudor
                                   (soaked skin
                                    Spring answers
                                    outside) it's
                                    my hand, in
                                    freezing gently
                                    dribbling over
                                    my knuckles
                                    the half lit kitchen
                                    skinny hips
                                    of roses
                                    mingle with laughing
                                    breezes quickly
                                    glistening cherry
                                    flavored lips
                                    ,right athe
                                     edge of my glass
                                    outside(right against the window)
                                    pressed together
                                    (the counter and your thighs
                                     because sweat
                                      they slip around
                                      each, throb
                                       pumping, other
                                       your hair is stuck to
                                       sticking to your
                                       *******) the trees
                                       sway injust temporary
                                       daylight, behind
                                        the swelling,
                                        swollen draught
                        &

root
about
you feels
how warm the
earth in)just spring

and root
deeply how
(in tightness
uncoils your love fist

totally

lilies lipped in dew
and coming morning's
health

when (root) you
singly divulge

one mute word of slender making light
and all that's quiet lives suddenly

in heaped burning

to lustfully cry:

SPR!NG

i'll go almost creeping things

              and they'll be me

creep creeping rows of tiny
raising bumps(thoselittle
hairs climbing down your
tummy(almost no see 'em
hairs)but they catch softly
light in their trembling bodies
under my breathing breaths
(from the same mouth
                                tremendously
from that 1 mouth
                                 tremulously)

scoring twixt bunched petals
it creeps a hot gushing pallor

as usual a
                           b
                                      o
                                                u
t

me goes the supple trunks. thralling ribbons.
collapse;doi to the clutch of soft roots stupidly and muscles.
more now lightning strings coruscate ardently loving the earth.
vibrate femininity suddenly

            correct in my winter. hot petals meddle in the snow. and melt.

                                            i'm not who i wasn't
         or who
i am.                         frosted. but calmly:ami unfreezing in cup of dainty

    p
a
     l
  m   (s.he)  is the heat.

love is a girl with black hair last Saturday night
i said, "you have something in you i see, which
is a little vulnerability and beautiful is so"
and tattoos(milesofand)
that were a heart pierced by a blade
anda gain pierced

   A heart

with dark red lips
said, "you're really sweet, but i have a boyfriend"