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"discombobulates" poems
Joy conceived in the vision The Lily of the drought Volunteer of the incision And a seed of doubt Black silky Intertwined threads The touch and sound of care Love, warmth, comfort spreads Your intensity in all rare Infinite options hang above Spinning a smoky vortex Simply what you hate or love Discombobulates my cortex Only clues to a mystery Yet partials of a masterpiece Less of shortened history Wonder moves me not to cease
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Jul 4, 2023
Jul 4, 2023 at 1:49 PM UTC
A mystery of a masterpiece
fingers sink deep while lips imprint with tease her aroma discombobulates enchantingly leaving me awestruck in beggary and I weep with hunger slowly mouthing my need to embrace her femininity in satiation of... tasteful inebriation
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
Tasteful Inebriation
The sun and its veil drags along the humdrum path, like an old dog’s broken tooth, lodging itself into a decrepit chair. Right up its **** where it belongs and longs to be loved. It suffocates, coagulates, and discombobulates the bowery citizens within the pearl atolls. By the rims of the gates, Moses receives ******** while a sojourning sheik blasts the radio. Meanwhile, the teats of Atlas are duly pounded as the mortals are aroused and grounded. Never beholden to ecumenist beauty, life lives on, defying questions. It festoons its lexicon of self-defeat and the synonyms that we waste sun on; A halcyon is redacted before long. I am left at the teeth of a sycophant and a broad-shouldered man who I adore in dangerous elan. Epigrams foist themselves upon the masts, the masts that sail us o’er the soot of the ocean, and land us flippantly onto the crystalline concentration line which is a-gaping wide. The orifice of a primordial awaits us.
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
To Love the Air is a Free Job