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

& shattered cloak of light
s
           l     in
      p                  t
                                e(Red)
embeds gaspingglowing sharps
dawn caked oblivion boil
penumbral encumbrance
feasting on cusp of day.

i did think this was a pleasant





                                                                   death

men
          ,
                   i've

never met one

of those but

                boys

every             i

have         met
in some   nice

suits,       they

had and shoes
were polished
clean   leather
talking about
"how          one
time he ******  A
Girl and"   he's
sitting    across
from me Greek
his hair is white
a little and  his
eyes,

                No

                men?

never


               met one


but,

                     boys

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

sun;wet,gasping,softly:murdered(petals)
puckish decay bathing blossoms
scarlet fingers dripping sharp pearls

so why then  fear that scythe mErry?
galloping steady precision up over
stark horizons(come to claim your
smooth thought's body). hollow solid
conviction.

it's better this way...) just
take me:        2

her it
the soporific
very dreaming
split of
easy night
falls so lovely
brushed of balmy
hair short
in tender heap
of girlness heat

it the deftness
of a wrist
hangs
softly loose
uncurled
lightly the fingers
in

her such steeply wonderful brain
a song is me
by love's lips it
i
the earth the
night
echo primly
kissing

and
couth
so a fancy
is all the world
to her in lovely slumber's keep

such as i would like to enter
and of its beauty reap

a flower on who would rise
all youth in me to crown

and lay my *******
in crimson parting's drown

.




























                           Brief,


                         ,

                  Who are

    light dapples o' fingertips
between curling pillars of tight breath

(parting trees;
parting light;
parting chasms

o' touchless yearning space–

                            To
                                feel
                                   To
                                       hold
                                         To
                                             enter

(always light;
always warmth;

  within every brilliant fold of forest–

                           Most
                           tame;

                           Most
                           subtle

                            coil o' resilience,



                                            ,


                          
                             ,



              ,

your lips;   your eyes;   your hair.

a soft is just as sharp as hard is tawny
fragile fingers o'er the premise
of the swelling maze of branches
up on the wind; o'er my sill
the delicious fresh breath
of the lamb of god
who put under the skirt of cobalt
(who now is wearing little
shafts of golden;
little grunts of oblong light
prattling through tufts of
whitish thoughts)
all the air in lungs
teetering past my lips
to feed the choir of blades
'gainst the mooning pallor

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

cheeks came heavy
resolute of cherry blotches
some rough candy
between their blossomed chunks
sugary sourly
imbued so cleaving mine own
with that writhing
miraculously specific tongue

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

t
rickletri
ckletric
kletrick
letrickl
etricklet
r i
c
  k
l
e
very cognitive
s
  t
    r
   e
a
   m
runs in rivulets
into her
moist
crevices from
the extracting of
my sanity
in splintered whole
partiality

l                   a                         y
your
hands on that
stiff minute
full with (brimming sensuality
a void of reason
opens in me my i
i beg her)

voiceless current: moan a gossamer delicate

that they.
over where?
over there
don't you see?
those vibrating metaphors issuing auditory elocutions

she laughs whoreishly with that man
to catch his i

good thing
his i is preoccupied
with her *******
else he might hear her
fake

;clamor

i have like tress stood piercingly between slick sheets of darkness

                                       light

pressed with lips full of burning pollen(a sting)

whispered in ***** bold dreaming

unloose cruel love

and

burst

.












                                                   ­                                                     run








­





                       quietly















                                          ­                                       feet













                                            thr­ough











                                                 ­                                                                 ­                     wind















                                      o'er cheeks













                                             ­                                               o'er earth












                                    green stuff cloven


















                                        ­                                                                 ­         run













                                   mutely














                                            ­                                       crushing













                                         hulking silence

















                                        ­                                                           run













                                                ­      feet













                                         ­                                                       leaving


­













                                                   ­   the













                                             ­                                                            air



















                                        to­ breathless hours shorn





























                              ­                                                                 ­                to fetless hours worn


















                                 by treading sunlight







































                 ­                                                                 ­                        in loose warmth


































                        ­       of muscles extremely






































                 ­                                                                 ­      run

Dear are you)your mouth is
and softly when feels
your throat full
hard and me of(
you wet
is



                        sweetheart baby darling


i can and do you want
you do and want
me to
do you?

my fingers, baby?

sweety i can.

eating to fill with gagging
your mouth nose eyes
like starlings
chirp so
deeply
incessant

and like incessantly
a straling's chirp
your lips hang
hard open to
fill


and Sugar Darling Honey
i can fill so tightly it
my with flower
thickly

until its blossom do
like you want
to sap so sticky

Honey Baby Darling Sweety
i can and fill you
my fingers
and can
can i



                ?
            (Yes.)

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

shoulderBlades meekly scrunched, hard, together shoulder blades.
Before me shoulderBlades and spine curved up to head, raven coiffed,
hair pulled, lipbiting, shoulder blades: you've got monsters inside you

     've

got pain, cuts, and bruises inside you

                 've

got pretty eyes and dimples and you like to wear flats, tanktops, and skirts.
But i like how your monsters taste like molasses and sulfur, they taste like
fingernails(turquoise)rending. And your cuts feel like lace and razors they
feel like your waist in hands thick with me deeply in you: shoulderblades.

i(by 2or3)simple fingers untighten

                 SNoW

quickly into rills of gushing and
lips slickly shine grinning violently

                                                and

a­lso by ribbon of quaking genially
oral fumbling deftly shiver)bring

lewd SPRING into chaste WINTER
between hairless trees making flowers

accurate exact
daughter of clean confusion
pull all the littles
in straight sounds
arch your back
as you cry a dream from
spent lips

sweet sister you make
my skin ache
so aware of the lack
of your touch

i wish i could be
the canvas of your
hot little nails
slashing delicious
splendor round rough
necks
a nape like no other

you mother of my desire

without a singular hesitant droplet i briefly stole
absolutely a thrush ungulping soft little ****** of phonetic
laughing caressing the dew preeminently dangling of
youthful sprigs and ferns playfully tugging my hands
dumbly morsels of fleshed bone that which are my first language
and winter
   winter is my first language
i burp it strongly oral
and it gods like the sun ****** cool the immaculate silence just afore
it peaketh about the limber mountain skulking drunken
snow on it's capped and permanent scalp of freezing crystalline beauty
  and she is my second language
                she is tawny
an ember singing ecstatically her moisture the habitual tumor
she graces and fans with her feathers
of long naked
tremors                     like a crosier of limp emphatic ***
to which tremble mostly also
and am surely fated to still unfinite in her *****
of rapid illucidity
a symptom of her pale perfect cheeks
as they (with light pink bulbs) press on mine
LIPS
         between they    


                                    :                     Writhing


!       !                                         !                           ?

the mountains stand with thickness
they stand out behind my house
i hear them thinking out there
thinking just summer or winter
they think on them flowers and
rivers and i think them purest
magic with whom i collude with
on hoary frosted eves i plunk
through the neat lips of trees
about the mountains hard mouth
i trundle and mutter with the
naked boughs of them those
straight moon piercing oafs
they cut her pretty waxing *****
into finite lovely ribbons
and i fold them 1x1 into my
soul, i gather up the loose
strength of the moon's hair into
my palm and sticking it in my
pocket i heft my sturdy frame
back to where i left my car sleeping

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

dripply wet
moonly sweat
upon
your breast-s
fingers met
mingled breath-s

19prettylikes

                      

               (handsfeetandbound)


likespretty19



                               (writhinggaspplease)sir.pleasesirplease


prettylikes19



                                       (freshhard)"******,sir"



19likespretty




                                                 (withherheadinmattress)shallowlittle

                                                 and a breath of fingers

                                                 inhermouth19

                                                 pretty


                                                 likes

2x2
they're flouncing girth
it jiggles less like rocks
the hard barrel
a great and hulking steed
billows on the hillside(
m y lady jouncing like mercury(
f r o m   GODS mouth
)on their withers )
liquid thick as glasss

escalating adolescents made
babbeling streams                             (of
tongues spitty salivations
)
a lovely home for love
in her hall
i wander
                                trying

to find a bit:
      of useful
    in all this
my beautiful nonsense

I have been too long from love
which is warm sand 'tween
my toes, the sun, and the shore
'gainst the infinite murmur
is slender, full, and thick with
people and people and people

skins many some golden others
pale as snow, but not that let's
recall your short dark and olive

           (hair;body)

teeth imperfect perfect and above
splayed the wide umber of thy nose
and above pierced twin pools of jade
(

           and below)

lean firm
distilled youth easy
******* effortless
stomach soft marvelous

(now from sand up)

feet pleasing colours
toes chips
calves diamonds
on bones
thighs unmerciful
and inward folding
hungrily 'tween they

a small stubble

and

heaven

h                o                   t
seconds rollick on the
s   e     m  ng
  t     a     i
placenta of this hithering
brimming over an indolent now
                       (coursing minutes flow into puddling hours;
dripping onto: the-yet-to-come)
                      "moist becoming, be A kind happening. for i am not"
came the slippery
whisper
from
unseen
oral

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

impromptu heaven
your sudden ample petal
drove clean straight wicked
a gnarling sodden wistful considerate
inconstant unpermanent rising golden bobble
(a really big wet
said on my heathen brow
the somewhat between
of your delectabley furnished hips)

streets feel like (with youth crisp faces
dotting them and dainty hands splayed
round tea cups sitting 'neath umbrellas
or walking gently peels with abrupt
naked unlank thighs in Spring(thank
goodness for; who draws from tightly
foiled skin the needing for freshness
air and luminous colours))Girls who
on trim agile calves

                                awkwardly noble

uncoil languorous legions of flesh

Fall
       U
           1 somnambulant princess
              from
              heaven dearly
              creaking
              hushed
              tumults
                                  U
                                    leaking flashes
                                    in Paris
                                    U have a wry lipless smile
                                    struck leaning
                                    against a church playground
                                    smothered
                                                        in you child dying
                                                        Ur a playful
                                                        hair seriously
                                                        sets the dirt on edge
                                                        and all trees
                                                                             inU
                                                                                   are nudest
                                                                                         by bell ringing
                                                                                                                  in a church yard
                                                                                                                                             leans the fair
                                                                                                                                                                  mushy
                                                                                                                                                           uglywonderful
                                                                                                                                                         body of
                                                                                                                                                         U
                                                                                                                                                          Fall

little throttle, the impulsed danger of
your noose is slung my neck 'round
tighter firmly, the string is bound
hungry: i slobber at liquorice glove

tangy sweet, its dew, fragrant shoves
blue jeans through luscious seep
its serious caffeine on which unsleeps
i, sup at pink split cotton white as dove

feverish the kitten wet shudders love
shaken flutter, it's fur shortly cropped
exactly few my cheeks roughly slop
pressed hurting, skin flakes removed of

still i(andpressharderdo)my face eagerly trips

            their between open wanting

little throttle's impulsed dangerous hurter

i got tumbled over creeks over mountains and even over
the stroke of roots like "have you ever been a permanent
walking sound?"the earth was raised in meek hillocks
distending the asphalt like lovely thronging arteries
of full and with gilt split pavement just up over them
,gilt with the song of a dying star, crusted on them
as they split the yoke of the hard scramble of tightly packed
firm loosing."a tree is sound that i have tasted when i
was just young struck moments of flesh as thin as
the instants that i was then when i was in forests and
in ponds and the silk of water drowned the heat of
long suffering summer drawn cheeks(we called them
days but really they were just the paneless leaves of
glass i spun myself through as like a stretch of damped
slightly fingers, sticky slightly, i picked up some
flecks of seconds shorn and fluttering to my skin
they stuck)tanned and brushed with the rosy tattoo
of my heart down a little just a bit in my chest.
I was in the golden state and i had heard my mother
call me as the twill of friscalating nice illuminant
brushes played against my ***** blond hair and i was
pulled from them the moments of youth stabbed
instants and i was pulled right up back to now
where i am sitting just another second dead.

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

19 years flowered
(hips and ******* dear)
i took from them
sugar
and
salt i
plucked from them
painfully
their ripe pink promise
i pulled and
dug from them
soft neon covers
i pried and pulled

i

soft savagely
tore into(them)
i took and broke you
carefully
                   i
broached you i
bruised you 19
cute years
i ran you
bleeding
   and gasping 19
white years
i coloured you
carefully
19 tidy years i
roughed you
sharply 19
touchedless years
in my hands
(i knew you)stinging

and

you
loved
it

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

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

pond
you are: so
quivering to my touch

a
nd

(when i put my fingers in your wet)
your damp skin

writhes

crimson bubbles on hands
taught how to hurt
move with perspicuous
languid violence
gently kissing cheeks
with
vermilion

its claret kin erupts
(quietly)
from nasal voids

sheathed in perspiration's caress
i shimmer like a dying god
my sinew writhes in unflinching
horror as my edifice
delivers gossamer destruction

we sudored monsters

a rose, a rose, this morning grows
'tween hollyhocks and ***** boughs
a tightest bud whence crimson flows
a rose, a rose, this morning grows
the body of the earth
the eatage of crows
a rose, a rose, this morning goes

we were
so
raw

in that
moment

caught between
light and darkness

shimmering gently
across
naked
skin

cup the rouge loaded cheeks

           in perfect stillness
  and
marry her lips a soft pink lash

                    of

what beautifications
can i bestow
on this : thy earthly
sepulcher;
it does not already
contain

?

your gentle shoulders
curve a lovely arc
as my greedy tongue
bends on collared bone
enshrined in
this
your most unbearably
perfection
i call
you paint my
face with
lilting fingertips

the rugged (brought
strange
tastes)
savage flavors
flooding oral

but

these

silent chosen
***** shapeless sounds

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,    ,          ,               ,                           , , ,  .

well what am? a muscular innovation
strapped cords blistering the skin
bones wrapped in sinew,and aboutmy
hands the cords sing softly stroked. the boughs
splay and a forest gasps fronds detonate the
the strands of courageous sun hair.  an apparition
of glory sits fouling my shoulders and i am heavy.

so come the needle stem. peaceful riot veins blue
snakes. enchanting scent dump flow under and over or.

                  a fragment of violence.

Mr. Eliot;mr cummings,am i amongst) you?are my fathers.

of the knit of life let's say there is something.

something so wonderfully to touch.

so beautifully easy.


Let's say of it fingers,
between its hair,
laughing.


Let's say of it,
with minute teasing brutality,
a slendering of being. instantly

which shudders
steeply into breathtaking darkness. let's

say wide our mouths to eat it.

(each morsel turgidly serene)

let's say dying(and let's).

die easily into it our bodies
as wan incredibly infinite destroying.

of all the world there writes beyond poems love.

in whose lips the dust o' fairies wafts half-sharp.


half sharp it wafts hard as girl hips.


fitting between easily hands(andthekissingofperhapsboys)

to each go singing
'pon the blithe dawn.





)for not is a word spoken more easily than Spring.

When beyond all poems writes
by the cherry heat of petaled fawns,

love.