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Phil Wiggins Apr 2012
Under a tree a boy would cry and watch the world with a tear stained eye,
Beneath its leaves a boy would play the world outside a mile away,
From its branches a boy would swing,
He loved the tree the tree loved him,
But in time the child he grew and from the boy the man creapt through,
The time has come tree that i leave home find a house have a child of my own,
Please from you tree may i take a seed from you a tree to make,
And in time a boy would swing,
He loved the tree the tree loved him.
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2018
Her naked feet creapt nakedly through naked woods;
dark & gnarled trees bark & branches
extend below the ratty soil down to the primal mire  
to route the incestuous brigades
who multiply into great red & black armies;
empires unseen barely below the surface
where nakedly shapely workers toil
w/ no uniform to clothe them, so nakedly they ******
pincers into salty sugary sweet green & pink
little aphid girls who squeal; above bees bear ranking stripes
swarm defending the hive from wasps
evil ******* dark brown in their big-hipped bitchiness
all exposed w/ knives & spears & stingers
drawing blood & dripping venom; drinking
like Russian soldiers in the field; not even far from home
all the more stranger, sisters scattering looking for a hot time;
she weeps bitten & bruised; naked soles wet
on the forest floor; heart composed of living leaves,
cherry pits like hard *******; green apples in her sight,
leaning forward she reached biting & bitten;
her armies charging bleeding
from ill-placed armor plating, beasts swinging
Amazonian charge; lightning bugs baring
their **** too; lighting the battle w/ crackling tail-lights;
her mother falls, queen of the hill starving & naked
in mere seconds; still pregnant
my queen leaps to safety caught by unerring drones
who carry her off; her pale feet languidly bleed from cuts,
briers tear at her naked colors; her exploding complexion
purpler than ever-purple; orangy like hot fire; yellowy,
brown, confusedly she drops to her knees,
mother crying out surrounded by men; life
reproducing itself in 3D Karaoke video games,
***** barefoot on the radio, Arny heading back to prison

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