my blood

if

put

your in
veins
your

will pump
for me?

you

the vicarious sky
was manying a
1 basic rains
on the copper ridiculous twilight

I find my pen in whate'er words encompass I
when i lay it to the page. stark and stretching
'neath my pen, writhing 'neath my pen
The words i find my pen
to encompass it: The page
beneath my pen

do i suppose to know a thing?
(i don't know it)

                            but
    supposing
                           i
                    
                                  do

     what

                     then?

say terribly walks thighnicely shaped through immutable seconds into a hard tepid bar
and there i am because why not and she sounds a bit like a star sounds from her throat
coughs a few spangles onto the counter and she's sharp shortly cut dark and on her
face is deeply thick a scarlet splinter of love for which my mouth wants to pluck out
and push into my face till it hurts so lovely with noblood and splayed over hours
of laughing and outside to a car stumbles mirth in tight skin and against the side of
it at the nape of a soft street puddles every drop of her neck and explodes

.                                                                                                  



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

in common air i breath this city
it,s stretching streets beneath
cobalt languidly pouring

in every sound of it is me
and in every snuggle of
its abrupt colours is me

(it is usually me
but sometimes
it is me) who knows?(i know
                                                   )i contradict myself
                                                     i am a contradiction
                                                     i (transforming) constantly transpose
                                                     i over the snaking hotter asphalt
                                                     in rivers serpentine
                                                     cuddling my souls
                                                     my converse
                                                     me , i ,
                                                     into summer's bright hands
                                                     am a flock of colours electric
                                                     and a single bird
                                                     roosting in darkness
                                                     the night consuming

you climbed
                        in the very abscess of my chest
              and in my empty

      unfurled
                         your grandest burning luscious dilating SCARLET

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

be without



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f
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                                              i
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how when I was laying deep in you your checks and baby I kissed your neck you felt so steeply warm and you felt like the tightest drinking of my thorn your hips went running hot with a gush and I kissed your straying lips I went down you your body up went it curved exactly perfect to feel so tightly steep and wonderful to climb

you are because i am because you are

did we ever? like summer did. so smoothly into cool light. our very bodies went without us to the wet little wet edge of the biggest hardest lake where god and earth were touching sometimes suddenly. and their sorry eyes stung with a new mostly fragile tear. and we called it SPRING

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a twilight swelling limped the light so graciously
resplendent the chattering twill of laughter
purpled deepening
marked    his splendid death
the sun

as cool drunk small white neat dappled

                    a through forest

whence from divulged the easy rent of
a green creeps with innocent glowing
bent nothing doesn't yield never gives
its mouth easily to my mouth (who
forks between thick pursed lips a tongue
raging to eat it)

inside me live, raw new beautifully, Summer
swear doll like fancy girl things pretty of lips
sweat glimmer deeply a fraction of *** in
comely sweetness, sickly for need of hands
touching, and fathoms of finite sleeping
kisses: a thousand downy who press somewhat
like raindrops(only warm, not cold, never cold)
hotprobably kisses thousands impart deftly Summer
and live inside me: raw

                                          
                             new

                                        
                              

                                  beautifully


                      SUMMER,

                                   '

                              ,


                     .

the caress i feel

          is my own fingersunlightrainwaveseyelashes


of sweaty and inimitable curling
Saturdays

                     the twine


of their bodies


                                the gusset


of neat and white corners

soft and soft and soft

always



                   always



    always


eyelashes prickling tingle
a multitude of tickle singeing


muscles and hunger

eating and lank

hulking and brutal

skinny and timid


the specters in books
my window suddenly looking out on the bay

ships

dreamily swept upon turgid waters

and a boy(on the edge of his bed)

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

'pon                                           the imminenthills

outside my window

up

                                                    into

                                                                  oceans

                                               stumbling(oceans)i

                        ceaseless folding waters

                        toil with the wind

                        for nearly i dream upon

                        them sweetly

                        they like sort of you

                        and unlike you

                        they like your body

                        swallow my body

                        into them

does swoon?O river you
nimble
                 wet

and completely
                             tongue

pink
            underwear
            (underwhere?)
              Underthere
              
                  splitfoiled
                          tousledskirt

to seriously know, to consider keenly: my father
dreaming father, lie in my dreams yours, father
lay your fears on me (each timber yoke, to my
shoulders father) each limber fantasy, father
bind to me they all and sleep father; lie in
me your hope, your heart, father place in me
by hand worn, the distinct immediate light
of strength, father, pass into one long night

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)

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

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

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

          and


the small question of your

            hideously


                                                          AwAke?!

you think


                     makes



                                           (hurt


              me

                    )creeping                                      you


                               between


                 fingers' fay


barely and leather

(stud and skin)

teeth against open
your shoulder blades
apart seemingly *****

tighten furiously into
a grin



                 when

                 most
                 is
                 pain

"oh hello"whose shoulders are easy darling *****
sloping"hey"
                      down
                                "what are you doing Saturday?"

way into ******* neatish comely pristine

"I'm"deftlywonderfulslender"going"bycalvessupple

"to a show. you?"


"probably nothing."

thinks i to be dust is nicer than
without flesh without your flesh

skin and skin
increase

(The big moon was large overhead cross legged
sitting in balmy press of summer's flower stars
unrapdily tiny glittering from nowhere teeth as
white peaked between lips quickly stealing away
your smell is still in my sheets your blood is still
there where you stained them hard by a pressing
needles "ouch" you said i thought it was pretty
and from between your thighs crept a burst of
crimson fresh and stinking of copper in a small
hot room i had too much to eat please don't be
mad at me i'm sorry about what i said my fingers
banded in the rolling blades of amber exactly
street lights rolling over them amber not amber
amber street lights through the wind shield

        you were sleeping coyly nothing                 )

to be dust is nicer

i think

we are mostly tedious                                                          ­                                    .
glaring dashes of thick                                                            ­      '
minutia trifling to and fro                                              '
in mental coffins                                                          ­   ,
                                  we like to wear                           '
                                                               ­  as chains of,

when i die there will a star
(wade out)
from my lips
into darkness
and it shall                  burst

it will part

and from its parting

tumbleshall

the sky quick with gold
and sleeping will flowers
touch lightly the etching
that shimmers and boiling
pollen with will mingle
in babbeling and hushed
coloures

the legion of your slumber is a copse of

innight trees

a trickle of moonlight

and petals caught

in glowing tinily

neat messness

(where a doe comes
between hushed eaves
her mouth pink rimmed
with and tongue plucks
from the body of each
flower,

                lust

at a turn down slopes into
slender night
                          a path

i know through a forest
where, lovely, though
and dark and deep

but for promises to keep
i shall not sleep

night come hands
(briefly with tulips)
beneath infinitely
moon sliver
your star freckled
******* are and my
hands between breathing
cuddle and ****
funny how staggers
the curves of your
hips with silver and
gushing thick flowers

perhaps tulips perhaps
ivory and petals silken and wet
with your tongue
nightandhands coming
with ******* and pallid
and skin
(beneath infinitely tulips)

       and apple trees

A moment perceived so clearly

A dash of neon

Against wet asphalt

Glows

Fades

fist needs little openness
sprawls completely fingers
akimbo
                receiving

another also little open

                       hand

Receive ever

                           hands totally

                                                       open

                      
                                                                     other hands all

                                                                                                  hands even

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

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

             of)my mind

bursting on your slippery

            

                                                                                   forever

1 invincible shining moment
comes crashing thoroughly
over the slack drawn tightly
instant your lovely fat lips
SmaS!H over me deliberately

.



                                                            how like
                                                             night
                                                              does the
                                                               intense
                                                                wiggle
                                                                 of your
                                                                  hips
                                                                   enamor
                                                                    me
                                                                     sweet
                                                                      and steeply
                                                                       leaning 'gainst
                                                                        your stomach
                                                                         they're some
                                                                          violently perched
                                                                           ***
                                                                            ontop
                                                                             of your
                                                                              thighs
                                                                               like razors
                                                                                keen
                                                                                 and pretty

somewhat i
am a spacious blade

with infinite
thrusting prowess

into the
cool fist o' mystery

and run
it hot bleeding

there's something big dreaming colorful
sleeping inside you i'll put keys in it
slipping turning keys
and it will suddenly

                                         !

i don't think you
and without
should
            and just
do it

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