it was pretty much last night
it was, pretty much, last night
it was, pretty, much last night
it was last night, it was pretty
     much
last night
                the air was strings of farcical serious unheat
that clutched about our wayward
strips of
             meat
in a the street was a lot like
a neon painted carpet of a
trillion quick sparkles
glinting sorely
on the
immense nook of eve
where was huddled darkness' slinking cloth
a twill of slutty
colours                      they prattle on the door
ways                          on the hinges
and                           the unopened lids
of                               the fire cold skin
that my lady wheres the night like a carnal shrug about her
well sinewed luxurious shoulders;
to which i'm scuttling fingers
over her vibrant trachea
and down the small
premise of her
sternum
to the
able stillness
of her *******
and on their rush
my soul is molten wax
                                          and
                                                 verily
                                                           my
                                                                  heart   is      tooarapidstutteringglobe
                                                                                       at the blushing crust
                                                                                       of her softest
                                                                                       pinkest
                                                                                          !

it was slowly hideous and more. the vapid skull was fragile
mucous glistening ostensibly of nasal passage and a flagrant
gesture mounting swiftly every coming brief second and
fornicating methodically minute transmissions of air of repugnant
lungs.
the heaving damsel broached or slippery tousled follicles limp
in arrogance foaled softly on her scalp. i maybe was and she
new. the sport of delicious fresh cluttered blood plump and
detestable in beneath the sallow rubber husk rubbing slickly
on the small walls particularly.
a
the. a(shade of yes(dribbles when the smacking rinds of lips
bubble sudden noise in. and a. a and. she smothers the babe
of silence in putrid vocal aberration fetid slop of words. temporarily
she is. speaking quickly and inviting me to the back little room
to weigh and measure large and pale the vestige of my i. take me sit
me in another waiting. another room of waiting. waiting. waiting

waitingwaitingwai"hello I'm Dr.Hanson"

it was that i was. gurgling a valorous *** of cells at the bottom
of the notched brick habitat of sickly algebra. and i and. with all
the dirt meticulously skeletal. trenchant chaotic lips blathering
skinny vocal animals. the smooth monkeys pinstripe about the
square in my needle city. well and i am an we. with your habitual
pocket of blood and dust in correct lumps small and large proportionately
spitted on your ideal, at my hips your hips(hand in hand). we walk
bythe specific straights towering sky breakers hollering reflective
skin. the neon electric residue of light smacks my eyelets. and
some ****** **** with the night air agreeably. but i,m a yours
and only. yes. so let's make some drips of clear tremulous benedictions
to this vibrant lovely hell

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

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

&
came you into the hollow
of my cold scent and brushed
a heat soothing, the rough walls
smooth kiss sister. (dabble upon
the quiet breast of my empty bed
your subtle exhalations) i

          harbor your

little ship bound to my crimson ocean
and drip the sigh so supreme supine
beneath my timid breathes. reD me
a filigree of your so absolute

          shudder

mountain. i shatter at your soft bellow
bifurcating on my unworthy hide.

         cleanly behead

                                    the
                                           alone

D
eath is a gray lady; waiting and.
       she is whitely quiet but always niggling the
bones in our frameless panes. pale cheeks stained
onyx rivers or. ash skirt fluttering in no breeze. felt
   but heard whispering in our.

dEath is a solid nothing. or green stems bent withering
petals dry under and stiff. blooming never more ever more.
a manure tree odoring better than.

                  death is a noise unheard blaring
                     but death isn't your delicate plush
                 perfectly imperfect perfection. in my cleft
                           stunningly dim. death is. waiting and.
                  a silent riot of colourless gardens frozen
                                infinite decay. a notion so sweetly bitter.

death is a gray lady!so cometo my sheets and spread
        your legs and salty tears and feathers gently or.
                             peacefully scream deAth in the rapture
                 of
          my
                     palms           and.

i've a pale carnivore,
slaying passively the night
  in my cotton ember
and with velvet detergent she sprays me
***** loose hinges cravenly and pink
and disheveled lips
i split
          unmutable vast minute vines
snare exactly my naked burning crust
    an shuck absolutely
the dull sheathe of my so
unlovely
                 ****

i've got rawness in me

     (in my fingers even)

i've got it in me (i've
got it in you) i've got
rawness in each knee
pressed 'gainst the
smooth roughing
linoleum i've got my
knees against it
rubbing(but i don't
notice nearly) i merely
notice your skirt's hem
'gainst my neck
                            '
                              ­、

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                   '

i've such muscles do
pry apart your clenchness
and open up thy chest
to your burning petal keep
and get thigh deep
into your splendor
my weakest body harder

I,ve unclosed
                      (and
                             ­   i
                                  will speak
                                                      slowl­y
                                                               ­    trees

steeply uncrooked breathing 'gainst
the racing moon over the valley bending
swiftly thoughts of ungiant sprigs puckish
in the frailing summers wings

a wig of tender incandescent drops cavort
in silent wetness on petals the)

a cadence of caving murdered light
seamless fluid winsome dusting upon
the unserious lips of night flexing effortlessly
by their touch, and flaccid, upon mine
i am drugged
   of lilywhite tubes; crumbs of hushed love
a draught of limpid steam.    i

laced and foamy the jaw distends

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

i want you really

             really

a shiver and totally
beneath tremble and
quivering bruised or
pristine but all laced
in spit and **** A
where my love fist can
bed softly blooming
at your unfurred palette's
twain crawling

           with

up your thighs a dark
smudge like shaped a
bear paw right next to
your knee laminated
by eager oral's lewd
serpent

A where
spreads the vast treat
of your hips a garden
in which poems fail
always ever to match
struck instantly aflame

i was is my hands drugs)!
         evaporating splendorous
      sugar canes
                            the ruby of muscled
hell
             and discharge of sinuous
      marvels

                when the fat skinny
is in vulnerable propagation
       a cloud
                       gilded
    and spake "
                             you are sweat and pain and tenuous ,
  meet thy shall i when thous tedious crumb
        is spent human shell by the ground
          resting in loose solid soil
            bath and"
                                             thus
      rattled the increment of
                                                   lovely      and kind

         death      whom
                                              i       argue
          upon daily
                                    and

                                                      make

in the extremity of my ladies passionate jib
          my current cells
              speak loudly the name
                                                     of life
             in her vambrace
                                           of muddled pink
intoxication. my ex cellent fauld

i wasn,t a god but i('ve)
                  
          drohc detonk tsrif eht detsat

of ****** silence tonguing
the velvety paint of nothing
plastic thorns punishing sweetly
a rose
       patient hands searing nouns
of shapeless conformity
      straightly bending smooth roughness
and red
              and yes
       and and and and
               smile little blood
i'll cup your naked furnishings
        and we'll go strongly
into the darkness burdened vine
       of stringy gargled nightmares
and
           ;'hiccup"

iwasrapt
in violet awe
                                                   at
the shedding of her:
                                      careful skin
precise ellipses
                        p                 e
                           u         l
                              dd
                    in my rapacious palms
a fissure fractures ****** features
            (she:
the sweetest 20
                          i,ve
ever tasted)

i watch
vaporous uncoilings
elegantly exit
my oral
lungs breaking
the winds
soft grimace
as every second
bifurcates over
the striding grandeur
of that shining moment
when your ruby
lips shimmer
their electric
whisper over my
fleshy little
pink pushings

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

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

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

i will f
            a
             l
               l in

     the

correctness of your gaze

(for only you

        shall i ever be)

the filigree embellished
by the gray stacks grown weary
to lean cadaverous shells
on the mark of scarlet's

greet the empty chamber door
swung shut a sudden eyelid
powdered tears riven ink shoulder

   who isn,t? a fear of nothing
     consumes the smooth roughness
  of

obsidian profusion
(from pale scalp)
smothers my
understanding

i've lost my i
looking into
{your}
unimaginable
eye's

viridian temptation
envelopes my physical construct
(and for all my corded sinew
i am so weak to your nuzzling)

please

just

kiss

me

with those unbearable lips

;innocence is the worst sin

in my heart blisters impossibly an amorous garden and every tiny blossom whispers enormously her name in plumes of kind scents bustling tragically in the summers hair lilting arches of lovely heaps

just i

     opening

            my soul
                          
                     oD
                        and
          drawtuo
                        fumbles
                emos
                        unbright
ecnecsednacni
                             some
                                       fuckhot

                                                    magic
                                                                 peeling
                                                                                out
                                                                                        the innumerable
                                                                                                                      jeer
                                                                                                                             of my
                                                                                                                                         and me
                                                                                                                                                        deepest

gluttonous shadows devour
us
as we mess
aswe flesh
aswemesh
as we sweat
enraptured
by                 (your
touching       mouth
our                leaks
skins             sounds
                     beyond        
                     beauty)

(keep lips firmly)up on my lips parted
does dawn sprawl about the grass
and feet mingle in the blades
or hours peeling back
to reveal 1
                     immolating fester
shoved upon my chest
  your fingers and your *******
   ****** o'er my face
    as i complete between you
     one rising quickly shout

kiss me
with
those
bleeding lips

knees go weak summer very smile

                                                                    

                    spUrts

over: two legs, skinny hips, a mile
of stomach, daintily *******, neck
and a chin(also)above sprouts a                nose

nice how it flush face with
saliently bursts ivory white 'neath
limpid fissures of greenly sharp roundness

(eyes)that flutter, held by cheeks as
smooth and innocently as driven
snow sparkles just a bit in the summer
between the **** hillocks of my
thighs a mouth pristinely admits

      me

be more in your lacking
than in your pro

-fusion

for all blooms

wither thus

lay in me your heart and
i will lay in yours mine i
will take yours and part
the petite strain of your
song and put in it the
sound of my finite kiss
i will carry you in my
kiss and i will imp
its fluttering cure to
your slender back i'll
put under your wings
the hot breath of my
heart will lift with each
pulse it will raise you
up to my mouth and i
will coddle the blithe
splendor of your wan
tousled comely fragrance

(you are like forest in Spring
you are full of magic and
you are young new fragile
between a Saturday and a
Sunday you laid sleeping
and you laid in my heart

         yours

L
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sun, light, murmurs
through slatted edifices
onto restless 4s

they shuffle tireless
ssssn uf fle
those 4s
ever do
on strawlittered floors

t
rapp
-ed
in woodly cages

a 2 enters
pets 4 1
whispers to 4 2
soothes their aches

2 astride 4 1
clumsy gallop

through golden portals
into ****** time

l
et-me
unsheathe thisss(my SELF)
and s  h   o   w
you the nicks in
its
scripture

let me just stumbling through finite health and glib, sturdy, night gather you up into immortal fleck of dying perfect girl(whose hair, swiftly annihilators, many short and wonderful dark, smells like living, balmy, and dirt)like the moon, drawn exactly round against the nape of common onyx heaven. And, i, carefully stupid
shall impart

                                            deliberate

                                  clumsy

                                                               ­    boylips

let's beholden the mask clouded face
o
                                                             f
dying gods natural arteries corral brevity
stringless heart sheaf
bask crushed stems
in the crease of love wracked lips
  mercury heels slither

                                            to

boundless expanse's delicious meadow hair
wind whispering delicate veins
hard the soft meticulous shivers rooting

)ardent vine

                                                            ouy
are the              
                                      most



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         oTonight
             hard. we'll finger ginger prematurely. immaturely. and
offended glossy cheeks. the fair legs, forever apart, the night's
begging panting heaving & yes let's
                                                          o­D
                                                         2
                                                       nite
                                       impossibly posing
                                     prosing nosing (it smells red
                               and neon). guns are our bones.
                             sensibly obscure the daft incommensurable
                           s,m'og O' inside the pooch, the slumping curve
                         the curbs and dancing, the jostling snort
                        of brain's panes behind them saying just faces.
                        unchaste faces. a multitudinous saliva teeming
                         young wagging hems lifted with my fingers
                          going under your cotton and right up
                            to your "'yes'" Y
                                                        3
     ­                                                 s!

let's electric           ,         '       .         '
my hammer in your leaves                   ,
and slippery bundles of laughter                  .
will pump dollops                                                  ,
from chaste and vile lungs                                       '                     !
the creamy bout of odd muscles                                   '    .   ,          
gurgling serious tongues
into the snuffing carriage                                  of silken aching cords;              Y
                                                                                                                               E
                                                                                                                                    s

let'
s lay our bones against each others
and grind a bit Dear

                (Dear lady)

Grind their playful angles
and if it hurts a bit my dear
         (my long Dear
                My lithe dear
                   my ample skinny little hips Dear)

well then we.ll shovel abruptly
our callous gloating hands
all about each others bodies
and barely shatter silence
    with

         our common sensual howls

letters tiny and immotile                                                  
set stilling on pages from
hands letters sit and come
to eyes from stillness writhing
into minds parting; bearing
letters hither to wither
gorgeously and boughs on
strings erupting minute
whispers trundle down
and flitting hallways
do arrive and limp through
creases barely folds in silence
crawling to sheets tousled
and bent under the carriage
of eyes and letters tangled
again eyes and letters

tangled letters and eyes
(ink and bone together bound
    )less

life, all you hint at is quietly secret 'neath
killing roses(freshly

deep )

                 and miles


                              and miles

of summer.
                     Life
                             you seem
                             slightly
                             rude nice
                             smiling
                             while you
                             place between
                             ribs short
                             pretty metal
                             gleaming like rivers gleam hot in your folds
                           shimmering steeply run frigidly quivering
                            through miles and miles of suddenly hills
                           invented thrilling sinuous bones of earth
                            wreathed in snow: grow more beautiful murdering



                                                  )b;yWinter's song(


                              through miles
                                                            and

                      
                                                   miles.
                                                           .

                                                              .


                                                          .



                                                                   .




                                                     .

                  


                                                                             ,

life is untidy fragile *****

escaping gradually
in instant beginning

life stings curiously small
timid vastly

                                           open flutters

life

          newold

life abruptly coiled
in the precisely fragrant mess
of each young thing

nice, tall beautifully muscles

deft unclean

that struck by sunlight shake
loose shimmering deeply
(
like serious approachable foil)

and though for straightening endlessly

still curls

(half small languorous )

'gainst the mortal stuff
in
        toomuchclothing

swaggering with tight comely

                                                  L     I             F                     e

like broken hearts

aching saw dust

there is no glue

like days these ours are in moments stilled
the steel of moments
in us them and them in us
their hair is ours
their bones are ours
they are cold and
fantastic
and
quiet as a ship
on an ocean
so pale
and dreaming
its head a war of stars
the damp

light ****** in smoldering
they are the spades of digging
deeply purple blacking soil
on the fresh cut grave
of the small majesty
of last light
telling just behind the swollen bridle
telling the face of dreaming dusted
eaves, the coniferous blades,
of forest young and thick
“hush”

.                                                like doing i you
             you're
               velvet
                    and
                        your
                          pearled
 ­                             *****
                              ­   pleasure
                                       notch
                                                           ­       from
                                                     ­                whence
                                                          ­                 do
                                                              ­                  perfumed
                                      ­                                                roses meekly
                                                          ­                                spit

                           ­                     the snatching
                                                       ­    song of your
                                                            ­           thighs
                                                          ­                  wet music
                                                           ­            where is
                                                           dumbly my
                                                ardor spent

                                                          ­                                      in furious
                                                         ­                                                mechanical
                                                      ­                                                           pumps

like oceans
stars fold outward
ever ceaseless muttering
outward stars fall(like oceans)
upward into me, they set their
teeth, on farther nearly shores
fluttering faster
stars sputter
quickly                                                                     (I
                                                                                  wade
                                                                                 into them
                                                                                they glitter
                                                                               fully shining
                                                                              flecks of gorgeous
                                                                             spittle they catch on
                                                                            my sleeves they have
                                                                           nice little exact faces
                                                                          those stars does such
                                                                         marvelous sheets of
                                                                        flickering)in the big dark house
                                                                       coiffed in locks o' goldest
                                                                      and palest ******* o' dawn
                                                                     they rest every morning
                                                                    to begin again
                                                                   that night,
                                                                                   '
                                                                                      ,
                    
                                                                                   .

perfect light, LittleSoft: like) skin;
(hands talk
beat pale darkness
against rocky
edifice

like

ness

:i

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                                                   i
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                                                                        t
            
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                                                                      u
                                                                                s
      
                                                                          t keenly nick me baby
                                                                            with 'em sharp and lovelies
                                                                            black painted and sharpies
                                                                            like
                                                        t
                                                          h
                                                        a
                                                               t
                                                                          j
                                                                             u
                                                                            s
                                                                             t  oh!

like the quiet depths of oceans untold truths riot 'neath the rouge cheeks littered city streets. but never said they fester ready blisters of ugly splinter grins. bloated granite corpse hide the sallow nicks by the bay to drink the water sick rotten wood collapsing. it heaves a sigh of tired ****** to wet the pavement with stiletto moisture. corrode merry emerald city, you wear it well.

like thighs

                   (shes got 'em)

them thick as ******* thighs
all skin and creamy
and the backs o' her knees taste
so good
                      (like sugar shes got 'em)

and that dark little spider web
o' ink shes got coming up her
shoulders out over her clavicles
shes got her neat little muscles
under it all bunching and loosing
muscles when she's (head down
biting 300 thread count) her hands
don't lie gripping and grabbing
snaring sheets and,
  

                                          ,
                   ­                                                              ,

lipdeep pour a gallon of fresh girlhips
full of boylips

easyof stumbling inept eating

saltness suddenly departs sanity

fitness and keenly bridles a whole throat's
distinct warbling pale voice louder increases
on quiet and increases into a lurid bruise
a slender violence of feminine mouth

listless golden child
release sweet vibrations from thy
frail lungs to crisp the air with their slender elegance

i know     th  e    loose; puRple, scream
       splattered rent
a vessel bent to sleepy hammers C;rA,sHing

            but in so it was

worn weary thin hipped goddess. A

little blackblue
little blackblue
so nicely
so sweetly
(beneath our surfaces)
bloom
like a  rose

paint us
with
our hurts
(so others may see them)

we
wear our pain
on
our skin

little i who?(little eye you)

         of stem straight

unbroken

                   wreathed in dew

petal pretty    ,    come    ,          and new

the earth lean,

                                    the body true


                                                          ­         a colour virile

                                                         ­              wearing view
                                                            ­        
                                                        ­    (strange, dearly,
                                                              un­couth flower
                                                          ­     fleet of scent
                                                           ­     tumbles thine
                                                           ­      flesh with mine
                                                            ­      lip and lip
                                                             ­      crotch, with vine
                                                            ­        fresh barely Summer
                                                          ­           the produced heat
                                                            ­          of thy
                                                             ­          downy muss
                                                            ­            is wiry dark
                                                            ­             short hair and
                                                             ­             of tastes sweat
                                                           ­                salt, long nights, not sleeping, and between thighs: caffeine