all my arms waking
(swimming 'bout
your minute sleeping)
tighten across meadows of dreaming flesh

the hands all over me

the hands all over me

iwishtheywereyours

the hands all over me

rainbow hand dance fingerless; you child of
erudite bearing archaic
on slippery shoulder
cry's the saffron
star, as the day makes a frail swipe at nights skirt
envelops the granite teeth sifting
cosmic ash drifiting
in from a chronic
melodically surfing the gossamer
plait of that
milkiest

                                  
                                  
                        
                              
                                                            alone's

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

always nevering
she won't
will
like
winter('s) spring

little flakes
of nos
on vermilion
petals

the skin of yes
was never touched
by her lasciviousssss
tongue

America you
you are mine
my place
my stuff
                            
                            you are where i belong
                            in your belly and your
                            fire between us is a devil
                            a ***** and saint
                            you're america you are
                            me, we are a thing
                            greasy and clean
                                                                                   grass and leaves
                                                                                   and plumes o' glowing
                                                                                   smoke in the fair
                                                                                   and the smooth
                                                                                   enchanting lips
                                                                                   of night(you've got
                                                                                   her dirt under your
                                                                                   nails you've got
                                                                                   pretty caked deep
                                                                                   under your nails
                                                                                   )you're faces lines
                                                                                   of them cheek2cheek
                                                                                   pressed and biting
                                                                                   loving and *******
                                                                                   you're america
                                                                                                                   (and that's why i love you)

a more particularly dreaming fatally clings
to my head, of your dramatically stupid
love, i uncarefully plummet into and

               thought

                                  by
                                             thought      
    

climb up the dust
of your sternly remembered ***

and the ******
of your healthy florid stroking, the

homely distinct razor of your kiss
and the limpid flavor of your hips

enamors

inch
by
inch

up my thigh
strangling me in the faintly
distilled miracle

of your frailly killing idea

raise the day
on salted ash
the earth is stilled
in noble glass

a gilt punch of harder redder
a golden scrape, dying never

the nights a bruise
a bruising sleep
who's face is ruse
a rousing meat

the gloating love of breathing daring
the precious heart of reckless caring

Today is well
a well so deep
your pleasant face
i'll surely keep

        (in chamber,
         vermilion sore
         a giddy place
         from words do pour

        "my hands art night
          my fists art day
           i've come to thee
            so let us play"

murderous; oNyX;(befeathered)puddle
po
poo
pool
pools
poools
pooling
on celadonian
plateau gather 'bout
huskish shells bleeding chlorophyllic residue

obsidian beaks pluck/pierce/penetrate
earthy skin
searching for
edible squirming analogies

wielding the loathsome oral club
of (kawing) that
kawing chorus
beating on my
perceptual walls

";".

and at that miraculously perhaps that you should
be waiting by the right place when you were (and
i was right there too)
and that i told you i'm not a misogynist
        but
  that and just
i'd like to *******

                                          and

you said
                       "
                         ok
                              "

i was just over
            
          completely

my own feet at how uncoy
        your mouth was
perfectly ***** and all covered
in hot
and your cheeks
because
               ...

                    well

i'd never heard a girl like that
say the most torrid **** of
decently blond hair and sharply
your waist met your hips
and that uselessly covering
skirt because baby you got
something and you shouldn't
ever have to wear so much ****
you should just and with me
only get all that **** off and

please baby
because your deep with firmer
and thighs absolutely
so soft and supple baby
they feel so good when they
touch my hands baby they

feel course with your stockings
your just bought and freshly
straight through sweat soaked
on a hot day stockings
and i hatelove that course
expecting feeling beneath my
fingers and i just want you to
please and baby
won't you with that hot covered
***** pristine set of lips mouth
baby just cut me all over
with your kisses baby

     please

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.

and even then.
when: ruby sand
rubs youths notions
from thy soft aperture.
still i knee bend
to thy: lady so haloed
in my lashes.
ever always you are mine.
                                           and
                                       so
                                    to
                       ­          am
                                i
                      yours
­         gentle
stem

; 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

And you firm and buttressed gorgeous scarlet
your health,like venus i timid and glut upon,
is also a god. harder than smooth and softer
than rough. a cool like steam and hot like
summers wings. a bird, charming and immense
she's nothing compared to you noble
to you
           t o           you
                                          there is nary a season more supple or lovely than the
undark shout of your plain and spectacular plume
      of resolute arms
                 on your shoulders
                                                   on your bones
                             your muscles
                     on them
                                      thy skin
                                                              who i dimple most commonly
          on saturnday mornings
                 when you peak beveled luscious havoc
in my brave and capricious bed
                                                           and you tousle my senses
        byTheFastStaggerOfYourMarvelous lips
      bounding pink
                                     and flush
                   madrigals in the infinite cavern of my
       very
                 and very
                                     smallest
h
  e
      a rt

a never girl sits
thigh wide pretty
to the hilt
slit skirt
inveigles up
her
      and

by the skinny
breach of her
is a quick boy hungry
with
          a
             mouth

spit
       and gelatinous
               reams ofit

gets all over
a never girl
                       who
                               slits,
                               pretty
                               with a hilt,
                               hungry boy's
                               throats

fresh stripping decay
delicate and voraciously succulent
(on the meager rectangles
  crammed with flaccid light
how grand thou art: pumping of the very stiffest asphalt garden
glinting relentlessly)
a comical filigree
spat by Mans most least clumsy
fingered mechanisms
  ;  cLipPing the common strip of cobalt languid sky
i'm in it's jowls
the rollicking neon punch
of ***
             and bricks
the addling conjure of moist trepidations
      in clear or amber juice
          of the fuddled *****
               the barman proffers;with his grimy note
and assertive beard lined vocal shunt
                  "what,ll you have                  ?
                                                                     "

an i said
to this day,
"unsheathe yourself of this gray raiment and shed your glory upon my skin,"
alas
the sky's azure lips
remain in that state
we call:

silent

n                                      
                                                                                        
                                                                    
                                                                                        
                 i                                                  
                                                                                        
                                            m
                                                                                        
        b     g                   o                              
i am a bit worried. i am a bit worried that. i'm a bit worried that i                 nn
     g  t       o    e apart
                                                                                        
    'm                               c    
                                                                                        
           e                                                      
                                                                                        
                          i

there are so many me's
which shall
i
ware
today

(?)

i want to gaze upon
you with my
artificial i

and capture
your shattered
perfection in this:
a digital whisper
to smear over
electric
walls so others
may bask
in your frail
glory

(my sweet nothing
dance before this
lens)

my artificial eye

a screaming truth in 2 childs
marked hideous dreams
darkness ***** lilac strips
                        o
                     f
bruises billowing under white candor
the multiple me's cram an illusory pose
onto the i of every passing persona
a no different thy then their you's
rabble of moments and memories
carved in physical demeanor

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

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

a stopping sort of started ending newing knewing sort of ended stopped and beganed sort of yesing sort of wooing newing
      sortofandalso
                                  alsok
    ­    i
         nd of stopped starting begunning
like well gee the summer was a nasal laughing roughness kind of sort of.
            i'd like to kind of
  or else to maybe
                                              with autumn who was distinctly haired
        in rich arresting dead
               that kind of starting stopping started
                                                                ­                    or well i'd like to think
     it,swellwhynotanywaybecause noone never didn't atall even in the big gabled church of dawn that strung the sky with gelatinous heaving fibers
all rabidly gesticulating puffy sansfinger hands grimaced on the slender naked
blue and black and bursting sort of kind of because sinewed fluffy hammers on because wrists because
                                               when you get all ***** in the mucky sterile daughters little pink little rose bud climbing open little rose bud up open big blooming like pink little sort of big sort of small sort of rose bud
        you kind ofwell you clean kind of your you you clean kind of clean it straight razor cleaning your you
          you cleaned with her big sharp little ******* all sharp and little and big under her shirts under her skirts kind of sort of because
                            that,s
                            w­her
                             e
                            she keeps it she
                            keepsitin there



                                                             ­                                                          summer:
she was unfreezing fresh squeezed lemon wedges sugar hilltops sweaty laughing nightmares in the big in the pale in the cordial surly pillow thick skinny heaps of gobbled luscious hot raining balmy slow quaking deaths every day i stood on that hill and i looked out over the city and she was really well gee sort of because.... . . . .               .                ,       ;       '                "

at a fox mouth doe neck limp hangs broken
particularly distinct of living discernible
its red mouth slavors upon neat feminine
tidy meek destroyed foam and spittle flecked
in the deep of under trees a sliver of fast fur
'gainst darkest eaves protrudes its body sleek
again to amongst furtive gesture of motions
inclined to eating innocent girl things

at a set low evening

                                    (longlean evening)

                                     the city is let out
                                                                  
                                     a distilled yowl

                                     frothing neon
      
                                     glib determined

                                     for skin and the svelte curl of a girl's lips
                                     as i pass her on the street and my lids
                                     flick a smart wink on every inch of
                                     legs sprouted of a waist curved
                                     right at the nicest angle
                                     carving the pallid air
                                     in a short skirt
                                     and has a
                                     mouth
                                     i'd like to get inside of curling on my asIpass wink

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

A white worm rests in the netting of

      our

hips. silk weaver weaving woven strands
loose strings. fray the forever faceless groan
enunciated in pleasure giddy writhing.

    little      goddess     you     are      like     a      song:

playing in the empty void to singe my cusp and draw
my stupid fingers to dumbly rumble over your ***.

a she so pearled sweaty
sensual nodes gleaming
dark. i take a measure of
your effortless laughter
and drink till my mind
bursts bubbling onto the
coffee tingle cold heat bridge
erected over the electric notch
of your fur stroke. do
                                            i
                                              do
         well

                                        by

        you?

from the tiny melody of your hips
sp
    r
         ou
                    t
                           s)
the symphony of your waist licks the air
as each stride bifurcates the clean summer heat
feet snapping a flip-flop symphony. crunch the petals
and drip into my apex. stubbornly beautiful
you are sharp and green. a perfect thorn. towering
precisely with ******* freckled softly with my lips.

                    what divinity smiled this

upon my skin. you.
                                            ;
i drink your breath and taste your heart. exactly.
        the puckish rhythm of your thighs
is pulsing steady and unbearably. nerves all stumbling
electricly tingle to the deft razor of your nails. i       was
       a  
                    m
                    a
                    ­ n.   but now merely,               a

voices bubble babble 'cross quiet's soft ******* slithering into the cracks between city sounds oral profusions erupting rhythmically with staccato precision her pretty lungs make sweet vibrato with corded compliance i try to hear her i but my sanity blocks its oozing path

baby, someday you will be dead
you'll needlessly of nothing lustful

              bodyheart or

******* hardly be (notbe, infact)
the loving stupor of thy fragrant zone
or the unchaste familiar kissing *******
not sore, not felt (save for rushing of
wormsdirtroots) not beguilers, food
instead be you'll, baby: crush of soil
or finely whitish powder scattered to
mingle in puckish breezes sweeping
the grass in your onceexquisite piercing
waist(so notdead, baby, i wonder if your
green stem supple might slightly acute
chafed of thorn, baby might like my
hands rushing

                            notwormsdirtroots

unfleece you, and in your livid youthful
hipsspilll them full of
                                            me
                                                    ?

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

beautiful explicit female thing
you're so
                  OWE
                             and so
                                           OH
you do pretty little painful
noises(and glad noises too)
when i pluck you darling
(your roundest strings perfectly)
and i engender a moist electric
current burst writhing from
the casual promenade of
your lascivious betweenknees
my hands glide smoothly
into cresting heaps of heaven

because, "*******?" a black eyed
two tonguer
with: from svelte stoic lips
spat
an ember(glowly softer)
on the ultimate
cigarette's girl
behind face stood

a pair of **** squirming
minutely gorgeous, their
body was "maybe," and, "in about an hour."

become 1 whole thing and do yourself in days so filled with posies they thickly shall encumber thy shoulders and you will wear heaven in thy paleset raiment (thy face over cheeks, your skin is so a smart whisper, where i set my tingling fortuitous lips). thou art a song, from out the mouth of cherubs, tumbling into my ears and i harken to smoothly each quaking electric note of your body firmest nearly pressed ‘gainst my body and i pull you down into me. into my ocean rushing into you, and i become gods

!
  
              



                             ;








                                                                       ,






                                                                                                           .


                                                                             '




                                              ;








                                                                                                      !

become blushing moon
in the valley shallow palm
lay a caress so correct to
corpse the apathetic tremor

drink serene a milk of silver
blood. diamond clever facets
crave

         to be so

in the stillness of the nestled.
star robed misty water skin
i call you mine
                            aching
glitter lady (exhale dripping frame
                       harbored in the loose
                       sheets of pallor hugging
                       my temporary ribs)

becoming trees even became oceans of leaves beneath me sprawling valleys, to lips of them, i soar
on diminutive dreams. i slide right through air like lightening even(trains never went like that)
so fast over earth and faces up turned, agape, each mouth terribly yowling until splendor nearly
fills those voids and gods don't even do that,

begging narrow trees stand expanse
naked sky beseeching for
the wet lips of a thousand little children

they

                           grow that way.

always pleading. unquenchable green drunk
ascents. to play a dream. in hands of roots.

stand trees. a soil bed soft to your appeals.
grace my vision neatly dumb straights.

pierce the moon sweat arbor men.

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

being a girl, who for the first time 18
gave 22 (and bruised) a throat supple
patinaed for the first time in sweat
and breaking gave 22, for the first
time 18, inimitable painful redness(
didn't even notice till the end and
)black nails scraping the tender
mess of crimson giving pulled me
out and asked for the first time 18,
"again, pleasE?"

.                                                                ­                           B
                                                               ­                     e
                                          ­                                              n
                                                                ­       t                   e
                                                                           h                   a
                                                               ­           
                 creepness
                                                       ­                                                        S
                                                               ­                                 p
                              ­                                                                 ­     r
                                                          ­                             g               i
                                                               ­                             s          
                        ­                                                                 ­                            and boughs S
                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                d
                               ­                                                                 ­                                     p                  a
                                            ­                                                                 ­                                       e
                        ­                                                                 ­                                                    r      
                           bony fingers deeply
                           into richness darkly
                           they clamor down
                           into softness and
                           they get to you sleeping
                           into you they get creeping
                           and they crawl into your
                           eyes and ears

sprigs
                  and

                               boughs
                                                          ­           beneath creepness
                                                                ­                  do

betweenwe
there,s a stiff flower

    bloomING

she plays slightly, it like

a lute likea minstrellike a goddess a.she,s
twining curdled moans, my arms about. softly;
    
      i

climb clamor clamor into the moist
   into the damps
into the wet architecture of her lips and the cusp
of endless pleasure erupting a basin of pale shoulders
and glittering eternal emeralds bust from the kind sockets

         the habitual tumors of her *******, the strong scent of her
health, and the

tongue of flavor of her melody strangling. night the night air the soft
     heat of her flesh. the morsels of her fingers dimple fastidiously chaotic
rumbling stupid majesty exploding
oblong jousts of sallow skin. my neck. onmyneck. her nails. onmyneck.
i'm this:i'myours

big, pale, spider wrist a
with an old man onit
who in its legs lays
a notlikeoldmen
young girl (5maybe6or) 's

hand, which he tells, "dear,"
about how, "when I was a
younger man, and the world
a bit slower, pirouetted, a fraction
of youth whitely
with me                            and dear
someday
                  you'll

be someone's wife. who'll love you
and dear, you will be beautiful
when I, like now, your hand in my hand,

shall                       walk

you to him down between the real
prettiest fountain of petals
from your family cast
by hands that bore you
to this moment and pass you
into his
                 .dear, I on that day, will cry

                     and laugh."

blood monthly baby
you're so copper

        (and tang) baby

you taste a little bit
like glitter baby
you taste like sugar
and pain
dear you taste like
a petite river of gold

(you climb down into
my mouth dear
and past your lips
clean digs straight
my probing practical
tongues invulnerable) your

hot scarlet drinking
bold **** baby
(i like it when your
tips barely nails
,almost cutting my
scalp nails,
pull me even tearing
deeper
             into
                    you
             )

blue forget, don't sky


                     there is from come stars
                                     you

they shook

                                they faltered

                                                             they quavered

and from fell they

                                        your eyes


and (more) i dare (less)
flowers: beautifuler

                                     none
                                     nary
                                     a single is

your mile is an ocean
easy it feels like pursed
flagrant heaving

(the body

    the smell

           the smell of body

           )of fresh linen

            that coils bunches
            inventing mountains
            of sturdy breath
            collide and mix into
            1 velvet sigh
            (which suddenly incredible
             madness; inch by inch;
             increase upon increase
             piles into bursting)


                                                     ;and even petals
                                                     are not so soft as

eye's
dripping
i's
pale skin
over
blue snakes
writhing
with perspicuity
beneath translucence

beat
beat
beat
heart

i only
imagine
it
beat
beat
beat-

ing
in my
head
(her)
in my bed

bright house
are you clean, bright house?your eaves
are heavy bright house
they are full of ivy
they are full of silence, dark vines
and on their bellies only pale leaves
and on their bellies only creep over you
bright house you are full of silence
and you creep with whiteness
you are soft as nothing
and you are thick with ivy

and are you clean?bright house

enamored
your bruise
speaks
but
only
half heard

burning strangled fleece we bump chaotically
soft arrogance in morally languid pronation
leg burping fossas femoral twain (in which i'm
giddy a mustache of bristles coarse fuzz and grumbling
prickles hugely onyx( graciously bundled
to what about the huddled pulsing of EXPLODING GRIT!
in every flush molecule of bashful prim ) we girt
or flay the frightened silence scrambling gently on our scalding merriment.:',). . . .   .   .     .             .                                                                 .