"manures" poems
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We lie naked on San Francisco moonlit rooftops
******* glittering in god's hand
And Eye
And in the glow of gold coin
Of Indian casino evenings
Of death and errant ********
And dead sheriff dreams
""
It don't matter none no more
After the first betrayal
And the death of integrity
Nothing matters as you see
We are no
Longer human beings '
Just walking manures
Unfit for even ************
Or torture
Or misogynistic interpretations
•
Our ***** are so full of our heads
We can hardly take a **** any more
And we are into ******* corpses again
••
We lie naked on rooftops
Under San Francisco
Evening skies
the moon
Screams words of love
Upon the naked breezes
Of our total
Meditation
Upon the true creator of creation
and his naked maiden in the naked moonlight
:::
The naked bridge sways across the bay at
The break
Of naked dawn
& we (finally) were there
::
I love being with you
Upon the
Dead hippie streets
Where dead yuppies await to compete with you
For valuable graveyard space
As everyone soon will be dead
""
In naked ****** we masturbate futilely
On San Francisco tenement rooftops
In the naked moonlight
••
I love your naked body more than I love you
I escape you by worshiping your pulsating punk
*****
In the moonlit San Francisco night
Amid the Black Panther promise
Of a better tomorrow
And you too were here
Before The Great Betrayal
Of the dawn
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
Feel like being a sapling
In a *** amidst sophisticated jungle
Trimmed; poised to be all alluring
nourished with manures
Receive daily drizzles
And hours of sunlight
Live in profusion;
Often get pretty looks
Of a lass or her pet!
Tender touch before getting pluck
My budding, flowering dreams!
Really Live in profusion
Receive drizzles
before my roots feel thirst;
All profusion
And my nourished roots
Satiated rest
on the inner wall of ***
Without having a tinge
of perpetually denied
umbilical cord to
The Earth's womb.
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 11:25 PM UTC
Lights in vain experience understanding stockings
leading Christian to say they'll just move to the corner
Paradise of the Chinese computer witch; meaning to
Marcus slept and heard the ghost of six men w / her;
He did not seem to mind the shadows thanks to the light
of the second beat of the knowledge of those sweating;
He put on the first Gaul & brought it to the knowledge
of the image of the one they call it, on a very thin stand;
his trial on the eve of the prostitutes on the street;
who will again go to the Gypsy's title; Trusting caught
In a teenager's life; , Hot, starting to look
into the ***** & the plurality of manures; Layers of anger
& Torches paraded through the Community
is what is done in *****
it would be blessed by their course, making them
to pass where men lay dying of a superior race;
the other w/ only the letter & the lady as the bandage
was bound to the fate of the shore, where the mean
of truth comes from the middle of the part of the ..., Hey!
Hail, Queen of my skin, to depart, he began
to clear the rolling hills; The purchaser of dreaming
Asian medicine come for the long open bar
at midnight; & What is the point of your breathing
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC