open splay ;
                                                    an hours day
this hot confection slays
immortal fever's lancing ray
a daughter lonesome,
soft as clay
                                           lazy magic brays
         a crooning caffeine
                                                     i must obey

                    her moist convection  

    her saintly pain )                 my dearest lily
  my beating cane
                                     iam yours



                                          to fill and drain

or the neat, pleasant, wind or
the meek pleasing almost like
there is outside. An ocean or
a trillion(very small mouths)
who pile into one minute
tumult the whole of every
lung. Which is the slight breeze
that presses across your shoulders
and nape
                  suddenly

when the lid of god's sullen eye                    Springs
                                                         ­           and out
                                                             ­       is borne
                                                           ­         that fleetest
                                                        ­            that fleetingest
                                                     ­               ****, innocent
                                                        ­            lust
                                                ­                    of
                                          ­                          Spring

or
well the
last time we were
which was also like
it was like 2 hot kittens
with button eyes trembling
against their sockets an unimaginable
tear and ladybugs and it smelled so pretty
when the stormy dream of your fuzz blundered
into the small summer of sturdy knees and sore ankles
and rickety sounding sunsets caving with silence, their
prosey colours dullling with a fast time over the bulbous
hearth of gods lemon drop wrists that have large merry hands
smiling with dew flecked cheeks rambling open rough lipless pockets
of deep poppies singing in the right little garden in the front yard of yesterda

                                                                                                                                      y

oUtsiD
            E
              
    I bet its coldly octobering
shoting of the pale glazed soil stiff brown ******
unclothing
                   steadily but
inside i
           t
          '
        s
under crumpled polyester clumps
       a static heat
                 you
an arm
              overandunder    a the
        shrine
                       of
                                    your
          fleshed
                         casual habitat

outstretched,open,eager
smooth home wet
collection palms
grace
        timid
napes waxing
                      for
accurate devotions
      broach bearing
pink garden
       oracular bemoan
sudden winter spring
    erupts cold
reds glory on her neck
       the sad glimmer
of shimmerlips
                   i want

those they(soft oral)

***** spun dangerous captivation

     midnight dawns magic

damp light
condensates
on eager
flesh

coiled
sinew
begging
to discharge

writhe
contract
sweat beads
on quivering
lips

drenched in
aching
sighs
devoured by
pallored
moonlight

perfect:

her lack of

made her so

let let let
me be
be
b
e(perfectly)
abstract:

if you understand
thinking thusly
you
shall never
do
sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo­oooo

thathathathathathathathat
perfect
perfect
perfect
perfect
i
n
kee­ps me in
-side its enormous tiny
ica
n't say noto
those folds
-avage
flavor
that perfect pink

Perhaps this Spring will ,suddenly,
and i will shuffle in its amorous *****
the large quake              my sheaf of naked
colour
the greatest lunging dallop
;this spring;
which gradually instant
like rain which
opens stunning
its big impromptu gorgeous
leafed in giddy golden god
        this spring,perhaps,suddenly,Will

platinum your blonde is hair bristling 'neath
fingers you're perched
bob is

              head, baby

your mouth full is and throat
steeply

                 climbs into

tight

release

pond
you are: so
quivering to my touch

a
nd

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

writhes

pretty, i like you

but more ugly

i like even

                  ;bruise

nice easy, pretty

eyes ringed darkly
and thick

(but like you hurt
    )throat pressed
    
      sigh and gurgle

maybe i'll, do you
want me to?do you

want red cheeks
aching quivers
('cause (Baby)
there's nothing)

i wouldn't do(2)4YOU

prolific bending( )you,re an over counter top
upper halfed
                                and i was tired knees
grousing with the unstable permanence of
weary laminate
with oral benedicting
a plush whip
                                                               of crashing plump
breaths

             on the alabaster cavalcade of your innerest thigh

i tend the heaving bloom
     of thy impossible salt

you are a:
you
her
she
a
an
i
it

but, w
i
****
ng
;

i hope
(someday)
you might be a

mine

pale sheet
besmeared
with inky
red's
black's
(blues)
catch on my i's
as glide (drip slither) - ing
across shimmering
linoleum
brown rounds (wrapped in white)
lead me down
perfect lips
to (between)
soft *******
ungulate
with rhythmic
lucidity
(i would put my strong hands
to your unbearably beautiful
vessel)
if only my mouth
didn't lack

what lovely bones you,ve got. sO neatly in your arms.
s
o
   christened with your muscles. and nerves. so specifically (and arrogant)
the frame, white;and stiff!suspended the correctness of your
*******. supple drops of flesh,

    in the between of my hands

corrupting. should you yes and lift it: the cotton breeding 'neath mine fascia) i w i      ll
    
     lay in you  my immutable splendor.

where the grass is crinkled suddenly under the pressure of your
            inexhaustible perfections. the tree is also, boughs spread.
some shade; for rough lovers. how sore you make me.
    these roots are hard. blistered the ***** skin.

             die
                   die

little sun. make a soft blanket. star strewn. by the graveyard.

                    it was quiet

it,s loose cotton electric ***
copper children
          husky sighing t
                                      he
trickle of daughters into the little wet cracks
on Railroad ave. a beggars hand gesticulating empty spans
a river of grins course toward amber
oblivion and jarring rhythms. she's a white idea. a lemon dress *****.

          her hips are a delicious war of curving apparitions
a dearth of pleasure loaded folds. or else a caustic laceration;

     some hernia of capillaries blotting ivory thighs
            a
           n
                d all the children giggle, teeth cleaning pearly cheeks
splay the efforts of their throats all over the cobbles. it,s a night

   FRIDAY









          yes

ere it pressures the slated fauld of dawn.a
crinkl
    ed
          dearth
of leaden gray
                           o nth e sky
ont he earth
                         itsays

                                                                                wetness

we were
so
raw

in that
moment

caught between
light and darkness

shimmering gently
across
naked
skin

ready
             ,
                    iwaseruptingamagicallyschoolyardchantinthe
                    alabasterpromenadeofthewrinkledtoneofyour
                    belly,difficultofthincottonfixtureItoreloosleyf-
                    romyourreticentcurveswhippingperfectlyin
                    eagersexualitymyhandstodrinktheirpasteand
                    dimplerashlylipsinsharpnudgesofgropinghaste
                    
                                                                                                             ,
which is to say i lashed in pink billows my farcical contrition a skinny
american **** punctuating exclamations in your furnace brightly gorgeous

Remind me when i am dead
how searing a day in the summer
feels on the back of your neck
being bent over a flower
from the earth up
with my nose
tasting it
slyly
Remind me when i am dead
how stings the frigid moss
of frost on the roof of car
when i have to get up
early and i forget my
gloves and barely
fingers over it
go and it
burns so
coldly
Remind me when i am dead
how electric your fuzz
blunders over my
thighs as you
kiss down
my chest
to root
my
Remind me when i am Dead
what the chords of music
taste like crescendoing
in a small quiet room
as the sun slinks
through the
slats in
darkness
Remind Dead when i am me

restless between.         all  full of


                           empty
some nothing son;      feels the silence
                                 crepting
up the legs of sound. to rapt all the noisy
with           brilliant       sheets         of quiet

riding     goes      a       pale     hors!3

                                       hea
                                -ven

wriggling splendidly orange on her withers
              muscle              nerves
  
crackle specifically shocking writhing

     and turn around to face the frilly sanctuary
of the frailing light whisper.  he y ou gritty
hoof string be impossibly galloping fleet.
    i argue with the dead methodically
           but                                             ;                         comes

  nothing
    o
        f                            that  tangled grin

rightrightleft
                       slip
          slip
right                     left(hook)
dance d  a  nc    e fleshy mote
in starkness sparkle
pearl violence; youyou you you
thought you
c                     ould
touch me butbu bu bbu
but now
              you wither in a sweatish slumber
on this canvas shore
as a sheet of vibrations corona
on the mingled flames of my accurate
d      e    s    
                    truction;
(did you really think you'd win


                                                        
                    
                                                              ?
                                                                                          )

rise all loudly colours sing and RISE
from the body human things each
and fling wide all heaven from you

               ROAR


                                  and
                                            RISE

all from meekness rapidly glow deeply
hot like stars that blunder from night
into mortal dust leaning slowly faster
into nothing hurtle lust kissing swat
the crouching curl from thy skin soft
and
                         RISE

all quietly whispers fold and fold
again upon till reaches thy throat
1 young rage neatly unborn rage
splitting immensely darkness
pouring swiftly immortal shouting
invincible summer and

            RISE

filling oblivion with your naked
abruptly slender stupid *** O,

and rise

roar? went th,e collaPsing:
(a care)ful bellow e x p a n ding
in the divergence of
reason

and


action

rush nites
through trees and belly
(come find me dreaming
and when you get here
i'll kiss you so softly i'll
plant roots stupidly
growing into your so
and green skin lightly)
you got big pretty enormous

           Jewels and **** nite

you are belong to my bed
and flesh(yourown)is mine

i've spangles and dirt in me(likeyou)
                                                                 nite
                                                             i
                                                           got
                                                         leaves and merry drunk revelers
                                                  prancing beautiful women things
                                               (and i like to bunch up their hems
                                                 (like you nite) and i like to
                                             eateth them)

her
salient angles
protrude p
le
asa

nt
-ly

beckoning
my heed
to gather 'bout
their curving
lush

school, you're gettn so young
so gettn so soft and firmly gettn
(with legs all in tightness clothing
them and skirts shortly) so i'll get
my hand down your stomach
into your fluff and
                                   oh
                                     !

see it's like nothing how unfrail the wrist
**** pale with a couple of tan lines where
a used to bracelet
                                  gold probably

flickers a hand
in out of an open window

                             i beneath

pass the spontaneous words of a mother
said by his father
and the whole vague riot of boyness
incised in bones
                                that wear eyes

                                       that look up
                
            and wonder
what kind of girl is on the other
end of a flickering hand
on a pale wrist
                                                       withtanlines

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

i did think this was a pleasant





                                                                   death

sheathe thee
still earth         in thy raiment so pale and daunting
a face i cup and hew with lips as cool as the wind
i've broken slander and maleficence that droops
so witless of the boorish plucking youth
do so i, kiss with excellent flavor, this season dewed in frost
meandering carefully my soul in a bolt of fluffing flakes

she is beauty
a violent pulsing *****
   sweetly of sinew or nerves
     gasping skeleton writhing
       naked olive livery screaming
                  i like her
         garden. with my tongue. a folding
scent of poesy in small poems i cannot write
      in 2 hearts scratching painful din of
cringing light. on her ventricles enameled my enormous
healthy blood; she rages quietly; an ocean scalping
   the coalesced lips i shatter on her belly
and her clergy of ***. i am dumb my naked perfect blade
    so put in me
                          you're
                                      god

she '
           s a bigflavor
stuffed with agile bones
and gracious stocky elated heat. winsome flush density: that to(o
which i'm merely malleable metal
some gold, palmed freshly
in the grove of supple magic
a boisterous thigh and i,m love

                        I,m

massive.

i
  ' m witless charming music i
                                              m '
clumsy lighting gnashing slow
at lewd digestible ****** of your swift
fiber shedding miracle or you
                                                     my quavering note
      of pure violence
                                         stabbing rightly my paunchy ego
    and bleding
          i steal into your absolute cherry and marvel
viciously the timber of your soul
which burns and freezes gratuitously like the sun and earth
who are lovers like we
effortless
     and
                                                    )ETERNAl

she was
             s
               p
                   eaking
a forest a
              n
                 d
it ex

              P
LO                      DED
! a mercury ankle flexed wings digital crunch of elated
cleating sunlight through the tiny between of slatted window treatments.
a vanilla of hot dreaming darkness. the best nothing. a fleeting
permanent second burning. and we climbed
    into each others mouths our pink snakes tremendously. the air
           was sweating jealous vanity of her. an aphrodite detonating in my
cotton ocean. 500 threadcount pleasure bashful sheets clamoring
          beneath a writhing light of feminine stink.
      what a splinter. in my flavor
  it
             loves well
and
                i

shivering

naked

in my arms

wetly:
         kisses

softly:
         touches

sordid silhouette
sing sigh's
savage  grace
tongues akimbo

a pink laughter booms over silent cloudy grays

(the day's sister
was all the same
differently purple
in that way which
so is the night)

in such was the straight little pickets
onebyonebyonebyonebyone
marching in oscillating
still



-ness

skinny hips
you seem like

                                wings and voices

                                                                    (risingfalling)
                                                                                                  breaking soaring
                                                                                                                                   ,
                                                                                                                                                       but you curl
                                                                                                                                                       on my words
                                                                                                                                                       (your body
                                                                                                                                                       softest and
                                                                                                                                                       firmer) i'll
                                                                                                                                                       mount they
                                                                                                                                                       each upon each
                                                                                                                                                       and ****** up a
                                                                                                                                                       spire right into
                                                                                                                                                       star strung sinuous
                                                                                                                                                       skies And i'll breath
                                                                                                                                                       into your spangled
                                                                                                                                                       skull such dreams
                                                                                                                                                       even Morpheus'd
                                                                                                                                                       go greenly
                                                                                                   

SleEp)?
you,'re are an pale sweeping pliant loosely club
        bashing softness
  upon my cobbled unsplendid
      ink
                    and smashing
     viscously the poppies
          stubborn lungs
                                                          dusted
                                                             imperfectly
                                                               arrogance
                                                          a you lovely supple fire
                                                        the opened closeness
                                                                of cotton treasure
                                                             fluttering
                                                                               existential
                                                                    motes
                                                                                and the you
                                        

smell like razors          cluttering
        silverly
                        the knelling
           harbor
                            of
           my
                       soft     hardness

                and
you are a majesty .wholly





                                                          unalone

slippery light boasts
languid limbs gestating
in mercurial puddelings
awaiting the destruction
of their tender shafts by
some pale passing
fle(she
bears its ethereal
glow on her pallor
in the                           second of that truculent divergence


                                                                )

in time's unblemished flesh
this silver sliver of bliss
played delicate vibrations
over my sanity
nuzzling my conscience
with it's tempting
calm
cool
violet kisssssssss

reposed in shade
'neath quavering branches
in lucid confusion
they sing the sighing song
of winds splendorous caress

we don't speak
our silence says enough
besides
our oral instruments
were occupied with each others tongues

smiling not frowning not grinning
peculiar how with effortless crisp
cheeks unsentimental remember
your cheeks nearly my cheeks
oh and your lips were there too
don't let's forget how they tasted
like warm plum wine in a hot
little motel room in Eugene how
the sun felt like a delightful hammer
when we hadn't single thing to do
and we walked like nothing
everywhere because the van was
broke and we ate chocolate and
****** everynight

soAndso with yesterday went
down to Emerald and spit
went down to see the particular
jeer of howsome comely girl
things parading elephantine

the promise of whose wet
unwinter's courser hairless
majesties
                 in february even
call stupider the boy war
cringing aggressive sound

i thoughtlessly and also
going weren't less than
a toy but to their agreeable
*** flung shivers and
dainty pinks atoped
with tighter neon growling
articles

              (so i've felt like (with full and engorged membranous) never less a fool
               than when a shortly cropped fairy haired tousled perfectly bob
               slipping me her number snugly in my hands i called her 3 times
               without an answer)

a soft
blue (undulating) god
cuts the
night
with moist sighs

like too much light
it hurts
to touch
with tired i's

but don't no
try yesing
and be mine

(i will worship you
soft blue beautifully)

on my knees:
though it might hurt me so

sighing winds
coruscating over
naked selves

our raw i's
can't bear
the lightness of the
weight

it's gossamer truth
the softest cut

every tinyenormous
partial whole
explored
the dawns tide
as night's
fornication(with day)
made a crimson
babe
screaming a vermilion
puddle on
my perception
of
this

so

lovely

a

some bruises

   need for pressing.likeit

even some bruises

wantit.want delirious
sharply
             pressed
                           fingers
                                        deep
                                                into
                                                        ) aches

some harts through forests dappled lope
gentlest
keen feet
rumple leaves
scatter
or trees unspeaking sing
with the fat incurable
lust of sharp
lovers sore
                             hands
fingers
            nuzzled
                          against

the fair muscles of arched
backs wriggling muscles
so sudored magic muscles
viscously
o'er
the pretty spines of
roots
splendor
splits and

out bursting
harts
through loping forests
lovers sorely
hurt with crisp intricate eyes
looking
lean raw eyes
wide into omnipotent pain

some short spark
you seem hard
hot over your
microphone
wailing
a bigness
larger
than
the
very
pert
figure
you cut
nicely out
the quavering
small air of a basement
houseshow crowded tangle
of faces and ears on edge at
the electric stroke of your agile
pick(but even larger is the alone
cloying to every word you uncarefully
hammer into the strangled pocket of youth)
i would take it i would take your alone voice
and i'd put it with mine and together perhaps
we would be something like some might call Love