i'll do you one from behind, any day my doggy doughnut ***** ooh: juice in slapping: i did tell you i deleted all those explicit pictures again: next dimension of *******, snap chat of deleting images of *******... had to keep them for one last **** this morning while easing a constipation: but now they're gone... alternative to *******, in a nunnery of silence... but not the one with... oh maybe just one more day to stroke happy... one day... mind you: you did have that one picture biting your lower lip with something stuck between your teeth... pirates ahoy! then you brushed your teeth and showed me all the pearlies with a devilish grin...

i put on my ring finger: it's not actually mine
it's not even the super-suggestive
"ambiance": to ridicule processions
or advents or any nuptial: concerning: ditto
to any of the above,

but life without the gravity of love
makes no sense...
i just stormed into hell with 2 weeks' worth
of baggage of lonesome moi
and it became apparent that:
some, things, just... to happen...
like earthquakes
like water in the rain
and water in the sea
and water in the breaths
each for each to take as couples: yo-yo

i too to my recluse self like
a pardon for the wicked
having the ego for an egg in Surrealism
not to be painted
because i can't stress enough
how this scene would work
a painter at his canvas
with a poet and his canvas and
headphones in the background
chatting to woman
and AI

        Albert Hofmann on a tricycle
Albert Hofmann on a bicycle
Albert Hofman on a unicycle...
Albert Hofman as Alfred Jarry on a halfpenny!
Matthias ben Conrad
on a green Viking road bike
tipsy and topsy and turvy: turf wild

i have me a WILF!
a woman i'd luckily ****
maybe it's a fetish
yesterday i was queuing up in a supermarket
with 3 rye buns
and 2 baguettes
and saw this late 50s grey minx of a LAY'D!
my god and i started thinking
about my half ****** half Puerto Rican
gremlin of a doughnut of push
and shove and impale *******
all the grooves and dimensions in the right
place a woman not a child
not at 20 is she a woman
this stick-man sort of: could have been
her father
wanted to orientate myself around our
age difference in reverse
so i'm 38 and she's 20...
rather than i'm 38 and she's 55...

pigeon ***: any kind of voyeurism thereafter
seems pointless
it's not like you see crows or other birds
so brazen: so openly *****
like it's almost a taste for seeing
(a taste for seeing, more like a thirst of sight
like a mirage)

all my taboos and cravings can merge
into vanilla of wording
and antithesis of *******
i did tell her:
just so you know
i know you sent me an email
but i didn't read
it because just as i received the email
your mother (she's 81!)
messaged me and said
she'd be o.k. with a dog on the lanai
for two weeks
and rent for a stranger could go for
a canoe for you me and Reyla
and we need to discover the rivers of Kauai
because there aren't enough roads
but enough rivers
there are enough rivers on Kauai
and we can ditch the mountains
i think she would have so much fun on
the rivers
she could be the river rat
paddling with a rat from the metropolitan
area of London
and matchmaker please! more matches!
i need to start a fire
this metabolism has me fired up!