Sea,



                                                     the




                                   gulls

                                           (you)


                                                                                          krashing


                                            by




                  frequent tiny



                                                                                         eclipses



                                                          of



                               waves


                                                     Express


                                                     chips
                                                     of
                                                     white
                                                     onblue


                                                     becoming


                                                  



                                                    (instantly)
                                                     hung
                                                     by

some wet some centillion of how about i've been waiting all day to
stick it in you(r) mouth please let's kiss i love you so much i want to ****
you i want to tell you i love you don't be afraid because i want to love you
i want to *******; it was really hot and you sweat all over me (all over
me) when in the middle of the day i ****** you in a park parking lot i got a ticket on the way to get in your mouth you tasted so good and can we do it again next week?

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"                                                  You're a monster                                               ."





                                                          



                                                             "Maybe"

























































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.

this world alive with night
tinly bruised by
chimes seems to
wither seems to

hold the ready mystery of
life between its hips mouth
full of lips steaming up one
spectral flower of luminous self;

(i wander and suddenly am)

the garden is rough
momentarily i make a fist
of five fingers

somewhere there is a sound
a totally superfluous noise

i yawn and turn through clouds
of just spring air towards the
bashful eclipse of silence

i count my fingers and there is my hand
i mark it and pleasantly ingest the pale
twinkling swaddled of the wide sky;

how many days are there?
how many nights(and a petal
catches in the groove of my palm)?

it's thick
i'm drunk
the night is alive with
world is tinly
bruised by chimes


(And purple easily conquers the horizon

it added useless
a feminine gaunt whisper
dull neckup bobble roaring

           coherent reds

of lean noodles gorgeous
The longest stupid
from her
                     blithe house

this own self,
which you are live with,
that moves through your hands
into the body of the ocean:

(i am in love with) ;

and quietly.

instead
as like the curing
of soft shadows into
the verdant copse

of a forest suddenly
still with
leaf and sun,

i will love you.

i still shall repeat
(which is my cheeks)
through this cold
night, where rain is,

if even though

       (here)

is where only
the cold rain is


kiss
.

who speaks?
(that i should hear)
whose own body
is my voice.

quietly mysterious and far away i love you
i love you the big and small unnearness
of your imagined hands i wonder which
on your body's wrists (and the head upon
clothed in shortness) are skinny so nice
and never to be known by my hands you
are so unloud will not ever close and


                         (i will love you always even though you will never know)

it was cold your heel hurt and i'm sorry because we were walking to get some food i was thinking about how you are so nice to kiss and "this is magic" the world and your eyes and the easy body of your silence between the houses "this moment" and my hands full of box with scones i couldn't wait to see you smile


"I know it's ridiculous,


                                                but I'm serious."

some's
a   little bit,

starrily snowing,

sky so

(a rook between
         h
       a   n
          

         g
            i
       n
         g               by


)

there's some



            (destroying) inside you that

                              

                                  i
                                l   o
                                  v
                                  e

                                  i
                               l
                                  o
                                      v
                                          e

                                 and

                                 i ' m

                                mad

                      to have inside me


                         (destroying)

not to live is normal
more normal than to live is
to eat and sleep too late
on saturday mornings
or to meet with cloven
skin the bare rawness
of your chest .




more normal than to is,
is to is not wasn't never was and
won't be ever more than
the gesture of your thighs
threaded with moonlight
on sweaten summer eves.

and to because
i assert it is more normal
than to kiss to with lips
,the dirt, i

my hands and body
would like to unusually be

in your breath and body's lee.

"In most people all I find is as sense of vacancy–a vapid emptiness. To call them stupid would a be gross exaggeration. Many of the most intelligent people I've ever met display this same quality. Simple would be a better term–they lack substance, complexity.

I feel like I've been waiting my whole life to meet a person of real substance."

what you were the way something
drunk apart cool between rough and
shaven legs a small flint of tinder
caught burning at boy lips too apart
too kneading lustfully hunched at play
talking about this and that "color is
perfect how you balanced them in this
piece" watching your stroke finger fur
buzz the cusp of your lick i want to
taste bulging nuzzle of broken flesh.

i   have   felt   you ,
the           entering ,
of  a whole world
inside               me

   (I am its mouth)

but          it speaks

through your lips

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"You can hurt me if you want."



"You're not into it–

I can't do it if you're not into it."







































.

to You,

dear reader,  (who i am)

that you are

the way–the same


risen
of nothing dirt
grass through
stars and fire:

the very finite mystery of life
is a sliver in the quick of the night

burning;
jousting of
fierce lung
to make your body
within other bodies

a new molten slowly
freezing
quip of moments
seized
by brute slender violence

a repeating ever outward into darkness flame;

who'll ***** their fingers in fear of pain
(and find themselves in Summer Rain

eyes big love crumbs
the delicate thrill
of quite so new
You;

stroking by
the coarse fuzz
of electric fur:

i like it

more my fingers when
drunk with monthly blood are in.

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                "Where are you?"



































.

"You've done a lot of terrible **** to me."


"Oh really, like what?"
















"Telling me you love me."

3 loves because
you are not one body
single hands or
two lips only;

you are(perhaps)

a multitude.

perhaps a gallon o
of incredulous which
i become by

each tremendous
drove of your hips
that eat like snow

my figure to become still.

more still than to live and that
i shall lay forever as a flake as like
to melt upon and be the new old soil
between each pressed sole of boys and girls
in love they make the curious racket

of life. i would like to make in you
before turns my hands to ash and
not even one of your bodies

can h(old

i love whose swift wonder is the barely day at absolute neatness of death
when
bones the soil
ribs of shadow softly,

                                                            It

pounces by lean irrevocable muscles of serene nonsense
a forest that
melts as cool toffee,


                                                             Warm

slick easy between frigid bars of darkness leaping
(that where girls are always laughter
and health is never keeping   )

won't ever a star fall
briefly with light
from where a comes a leaf
(no. not a leaf. a tree)
                                     yes, a tree

   ,
       out of its throat
       that sounds like a girl sounds
       the first time her heartbreaks
       easy
       like rain
       from her eyes

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          "If everyone were equal how would anyone have any value?"

grows nothing thicker than
the tip of a thorn
in the softness of your palm
with a minute coronet
of scarlet
                     doesn't hurt

                     almost looks pretty

                     and won't stop till pressed

                                                 with a finger

it needs to the
constantly always
want endlessly
enough that

never

never

never

never

never

never

never

never

nev­er

never

never

is           is
(the way)
your
hurts hurts

me to(Dear apart

          )****(

the clenching of thy fist   )

you hands around the neck  (

'nd release the torrent held at Christ; )


tighter                        tighter
till
breathin'
can't                             (

DEAR, and
in their pearl'd unfurling
crimson run hot of burning

)
)

in your mouth full of me

(
(

at the twaining of my touch;
in the cloak of youth's cloven clutch)

hard spit thick as tongue swallowing.

up ***


down head

questions are a lot more interesting
   (than
           (
an(swers(

definitely probably
we,re all gods
sort of maybe gods
r
t
o
f
  m
ay
be gods

be without



               d e
f
     i ,    N    


                                              i
   T                     o

             I


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                                ­                                          *** UGLY


               your cheeks are rosy splotched itchy with a bit of seeming lovely "please put
               your fingers inside me"

                                                          ivy and flat

                                                         green long  
                                                         snare shining
      
                                                         and thickly lush


               (you "ooh" is "baby, please" my fingers are "ah" while your tongue is "don't stop)"

                and, baby, you smile like you want me to hurt you like you want me to hurt you

               like hurting is pretty bleed a little, baby, and **** sticky with your thighs and sweety

               you look so nice when i'm wearing you between the sound of a train outside my

               bed shakes you're sleeping and i lean over you and kiss your shoulder              .

.                                                                                                  



                                                                              O love
                                                                             ,my hushed cords elate
                                                                              at the stroking of your fingers

feel barely(you baby)I
feel you barely baby
I feel you barely breaking
                             (baby)

beneath me baby
I feel you breaking
beneath me breaking baby
I feel you barely
and I break you
(i break you baby)
                                you barely

You beautifully breaking

"i'd yeah"
I'd yeah i'd kick him in the teethi'dkickhiminthe"teeth"

that winter kills a flower
(there is a song bird
                ) it  


loves(somewhere in the
darkness ) only

purer only fleeter with
(whose beak snares upon)
snowfingers pressed with              (silence)

white lips around
the thick pistil                                                    (and calls Spring)




                                              To Die

                                           (               )

of what i write you will
make of it what you will
by your will
with your will
you will make it
you will make it

a one time i wrote something
one time i wrote something this one time i wrote something
that didn't, that one time, seem at all like the sort of one time i'd write
a thing like that that one time but then i did
and i did
               and i did
                                and i do
(tense is important)

give me a day. i'll know you in the grass.
coming to a heart, press and sip of it.
sleep in the hour of a girl and lay a finger.
all things many. one thing never.

the earth.

                    a smile.

                                     laughter.

feel lipped white,

many of tiny
                        
                            sea

                                        crests

                                        the fitness of your

                                                                body

                                                                 is ruined

                                                                 ,perfect,

                                                                  iron grey

                                                                  with frigid

                                                                   and lipped white

                                                                   many tiny

short moss
i love you mostly wet
if not
i'll make it
                  with
                  my
         mouth

e

l          a

                 (p freshness

                      over every sense of lightness

                         you heave about yourself

                           and sleep so deeply

                           even dead was

                       never  so still

                   as you slumbering

                steeped in cotton

             i pull from you

          and met with

       your flesh

mine

amongst a thicket always

           younger always

                  distinct always
                  
                    1 always
                    green
                    always
                    supple
                    always bends
                    sways
                    always yields

         amongst a thicket


                      always

                         1 always

                             frond
    
                  apart

                                         always


                   from the others
                     grows
                                gets
                                        virile
                                                  lean
                                        smart
                           careful
            younger
                           strong
                                       thicker
                                                    with
                                              ***
                                    root
                            and
                  earth
                              unarrested

                                                     sprouts

                                                                        verdant

                                                                                           Eternal

up against moon chimney
a city newly fragranced

       SprinG

like quickness sputtering
with young lean night
sinuous with boysandgirls
laughing
                  with each other
at how nice the sun was
by the lake and little crests
of smiles imp their cheeks
(and my cheeks
                            at how
lovely they are and against
springnight young with
them seems even warmer)

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

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

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

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

velvet moon stammers
mark the coo l ****** of an a-

       lmost-summers-day

timid odors yawning across the closing buds
gossamer pallor strong fragile lilies tumbling
s    p      r        a    w          l over coloured filaments
revolting abyss shapeless rigid absolute drooping

scratch the cobalt fluid sky meadow tremendously tiny pillars
woundless bleeding bled chromatic shivers to wrack the
dying

            phosphorus

                                    sunship

                                                     noisy

                                                                  folds of silence

shine saliva;wax the fledgling night birds cold wings fluttering in myarms

a simply complex indivisible division comes to day and says

                "now shall come this end but: no fear; it will be so
again" so caress every ideal nothing and come into my hallow
and i will lacquer you with my imperfect kiss till rises the falling
star sheet. and plays the song of birth from crimson licked hills
wearing the crumbles of

                                                 a) such lovely      ...

we stand athe brittle brink.
a plummet waits just over
the
     edge
rupture the breeze and
flutter in my arms like the
love birds cluttered wings
             (we could be)
a union perfected with sweat
mixing salty pools on our nakedness.
give into the drop of rationality and be
the instrument of my heart and i will
play

                                 you

wHat   I          love         most :

i s  the delicate dissection o
f my oppositions to the manifestations
o
        f her *** heaps. pleasantly under. and calmly.

the 1st blushing of the electric fuzz mound. (and flush)
stroke bashfully the grandest affront to death.
         and                                

beneath my fingers is your course love stroke fur
                                                                            guiding the
                                                                     quick machinations
meshed precisely.

                                  i         am            nothing
             without you. and hideously.

it,s hot. the sun bubbled effervescent laughter
ringing star fortress. in their hands i hold
a key (choleric) and.

      so unlocked open closed. delicious. i couldn't
clasp the rhythm rainbow raining sweetly from
the singing cords contracting across the pale sheet.
and lost me my i try but can't fly.

     flicker little, as you fade into the organized disorder of
the crisp hills released on my eyes slicing your golden succulents.

                                    how can i be,without,you?in the darkness of
      
           my       em
                             pty