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Why spyder phantoms
Does your film so choke me
On this cloudless night?

Is it the dust in my throat?
The longing in my head?
Or that door slowly closing behind her?

When the owls fly
The fantastic colors flow behind them.
Vermillions, arsenics, iridescent chromatics billowing
I tremble to follow
An anemic echo of their wings

All my green algaed
Freudian slips sprouting in a hundred greasy
Toilet bowls of the soul
Grow and nurture my endless
Turmoil of rotting emotions
And again comes the
Whirlwind


It speaks with the voices of dead cows
Rotting in the summer heat
Under the flat skies
Saying:

"Return to me my Anger!
Have I not hollowed the ****** hills
And trampled the fanatic iron snakes of doom?
Return again to me my anger!!

Sapphire mother
I welcome your longings
Your burdens
Your low moan at the sunrise
But there are none amoung us
Who love or trust you
You soft blue monster.
Selah

I’m not into modern music since
The Spyders came to town,
One of those painted-tainted groups
That you often see around,
But Anne-Marie was younger than me
And she went with every craze,
She called me a boring dinosaur
At the height of those Spyder days.

I’ve always been a conservative,
I don’t get carried away,
I know whatever is going down
It won’t be there next day,
The house was full of discarded things
That had lost their first allure,
The moment she saw the Next Big Thing
Come barrelling through the door.

The Spyder thing was over the top
I said to her more than twice,
‘They’ll be forgotten within a month,’
She replied, ‘That wasn’t nice!
Why do you always bring me down,
You’re turning into a grump!’
So I wasn’t allowed to criticise,
She put me under the pump.

She came back home from the hairdresser’s
With a bouffant type of style,
Sprayed and lacquered so it was hard,
She slept upright for a while.
She said that it was the Spyder look
That the girls all thought it great,
With hair like a spider’s legs each side,
Bobbing around her face.

I shook my head, but I held my tongue
There was nothing to be gained,
For anything that I said just then
Would bring me future pain.
The following day, she went away
And she came back home that night,
With a square of plaster on her neck
And I thought, ‘This isn’t right!’

She said that she’d got a small tattoo
And I nearly had a fit,
I said, ‘That’s going to be there for life,’
So she wouldn’t show me it.
She kept me waiting a week to see
The blue-black spider there,
Crawling up the nape of her neck
And heading into her hair.

‘How shall I ever kiss you there,’
I howled, while shaking my head,
‘That’s the end of our necking days,’
‘Oh don’t be soft,’ she said.
We barely spoke for a week back then
It was just the early Spring,
She spent her time round the roses with
Her bouffant, and that ‘thing’.

There’s always a lot of spiders webs
Outside, at that time of year,
And Anne-Marie must have brushed through them
And got them caught in her hair,
For days she said that she wasn’t well
That she must have had the flu,
But then one morning I woke in bed
To see that her lips were blue.

Her head fell back on the head rest, and
Disturbed the bouffant style,
And thousands of tiny spiders rushed
On out of her hair, meanwhile,
They swarmed on over her shoulders,
From the nest she had on her head,
But Anne-Marie was beyond it now
For Anne-Marie was dead!

I never listen to music now,
I turn off the radio,
Whenever the Spyder’s music’s played
On the Old-Time Late Late Show.
The band broke up a decade ago
And the lead is doing time,
He said that his skin began to crawl
With the tatts all down his spine.

David Lewis Paget

Reaching back,
Back to that fork
In the road
Where irreversible consequence
Hid like angina
In a dunhill bubble

And you veered left,
Smitten by the decadence of mint
And mythical circles
Blown with liberal disdain
From a camel's ****

You followed the green line
Rippling like waves
Of vintage wine
Through gomorrah

Caution blown
As a midsummers gale
Between tarred lips,
Your ship sailed
The straits of cool
From bogart to newport

If dean only knew
Nat the king
Could still be singing
Nature boy on the square,
Live

He might have spurned his spyder
And lucky strikes
For a slice of life
Beyond 24

And you might have
Veered right
At that fork in the road,
Swapping scarred consequence,
Tarred lips,
And angina
For the whole pie

~ P
(#FromTheCamelsButt)
12/24/2014

They warned me
it was a death trap.
They told me
it would be my demise.
  
That Little *******.
That beautiful,
yet powerful,
sleek, silver Spyder.

It was so ****.
The rev of the engine.
The way it purred
as we sped along. 
 
If only we were more
than just a glare along the highway.
The sun bouncing brilliantly
off the hood.
 
We would have won
so many races.
We were so fast. 
Cruising down 466.

We would have been great,
the two of us:
‘The Little *******
and James Dean.’

in a cold room feeling real dark
in my element real far
most avoid monsters
i'm yelling; "where thee are"
in love with poetry that feeds the misfits
i cannot be near you
because if its the deadly things that scare you;
you should stay away from me.

please do not fall in love
don't attempt to save me too
i'd rather be lost, insane, out of my already fogged brain,
then found amongst the close minded crowd that think the same.

you think you're hurting my feelings but i'll just leave you to it
next thing you're hurting my feelings but you look **** when you do it
can't explain it,
you're unpredictable; unstable; unhealthy conscious.
imagine the damage in satisfaction.

you've been wandering around your mind
looking for answers; i've reached your check points
and i haven't found anything either
don't be afraid, i'm distant from myself too
it does not get better but you deal with it
finding comfort in pain, maybe

you're my one and only wanted fantasy that i've had the guts,
and urge to admit about.
lets take a ride on your spyder
and create memories which we both know will not be remembered
but i know you'd be cool with prepping the trigger for me
because giving me the power to destroy you isn't what scares you...

losing me

is what scares you

some fantasy poem that didnt go too well :
Adam n eve
the blue lagoon
boy n girl howling at the moon
back to where the story began
the story of woman
the story of man
the garden of eden
the forbidden fruit
the law of the island
the god of stone
the breath of life
the story untold
the universe within
ages pass forth
the serpent dances
twists and turns
the spyder weaves
around the earth
the queen is a fairy
the king is a slave
the throne is empty
who will sit ?

The treasure chest
Her ((Piece De Resistance))
French skills of perseverance
She was a hollow crown of jewels
Not the zircon bright yellow
The darker to see you my dear
near my pillow

That death by chocolate how
she craved those sweets
Graveyard shift current events

Those men dark Batman suits
water skiing and internet surfing
That bat eye batmobile showdown
missile

Cells and locks to open the
gate and keys
A hell  of a wish never on
Sunday to ring her bell the Siren
She made their hair home
Sunday  dark gravy

Lips were too thin and skully
Was a cycle her lowdown
Shot glass don't touch my Philly
So gravely razor suit and a shave
Her mouth Tornado
But the vivacious Viking

  Crypt look hellhole
The gathering dead again
Santa dead pole
couldn't stop bickering
No-one cared to notice her
dreadlocks
"The Cryptocurrency"
what urgency
She was drawn into the
Arsenic and Lace
Viva Las Vegas roll the dice
Cryptic engraved cellar
Like the maestro was playing
his serenade
She-devil Pillar
catching her death of cold
Feeling high winding staircase
Wearing her gown ripped lowdown
Being blown off the town lace
Oh! Fiddlestick with the
***** of light
Breaking free from husbands sight
The rise of the current storms
heads up she drinks Grand
dead Marnier
Took over such a restraint
This wasn't black and gray
spray paint

What a fiercest most recent
ancient  current events
Reptilian and it was the
family of witches and covens
Words engraved so cryptically
She was wearing her
snakeskin bag signature

The body of dead sea such rapture
The fire feet stepping over seashells
Takes the hell out of Sahara snakes
  She got a backdraft
Black widow of waistlines
13 inches Spyder Graphics
Those shifters and heretics

He was the Rocky face
The shorelines those laugh-lines
Sad clown dark eyes scratched
The cat feline

Her addiction was the guylines
Crypt crooked cop fines
Another startup kit
The dark edgy women her
legs just fit

Syntax ....generational gaps,
It ain't right
Am I right ?
I mean without you,
Dean killed the spyder....
The spyder killed Dean.......
Even things written right
When relayed or  parlayed
Like we drive down the parkway
And park in the drive way....
Yah?
No.
Ok
Bad example. ....
What I'm tryin to say is .. ..
We all think it's not just our
Inalienable right
It's mandatory to
Change the venicular to be
Hip an ****
Aye brah that beats sick
You're killin it .
Or like  fur shure
Totally!
I would like so be a hypocrite
To say I never give in to it. ..
Usein new slang an dialect
Like a tool .....
You know aye Im up
if you're down.
I'm in to what evers clever boo
Anythin you wanna do
As long as can see you smile
It worth my while...
See how that makes me think
I look cool......like I got styles
See what I'm saying?
I know you do..
C'mon you just read it didn't you.....?
Wait for it....    .
.....
I'll wait......
It's a bit of a thinker...
......
Yah ....soooo
Anyway . ..
If you want to say something right
Or write something you want to say in the right way .  .
The only way convey   is to think it through pick each word wit h precision ...use as few as possible
Wait for the emotions to settle re-read and amend    ....then re-read again before you send.......
And without syntax.  
All these things will not fail to put you at war without end.
Not the gist
Just the fact jack
In perfect syntax


.. ...

More than a *** symbol
You race the World's imagination
as You
hang on over a million walls
in bars
offices
bedrooms,

You name it
You made it.

Big talk of the World.

Fame's comet hurled You,
bright fire through Night Sky

crashed YOU
on a Heart shaped bed
body full of drugs,
by whose hand?

Yours or them?

Gangsters, celebrities, and politicians passed thru your swinging door,
wire taps, satin sheets and hidden traps,
covering secrets of an Empire.

Affairs in high places may have been your downfall.

If your tasty lips could speak what secrets would You share?

I imagine you
near a cliff
ribbons of sunlight
flood down between fir branches
a river of Gold
splashes your hair
golden-red flashes blind me
nobody is safe from dropping dead
in the natural light of your splendid beauty.

If I could infiltrate your silence
what would it feel like
would I be entangled in silky visions?

I want to hear your secret language written behind voluptuous lips.


What would They say?

A book of poems that rampage the soul?

Tell me your story
lose me in obsession.

Lost in a river of Gold
flowing under Casino's secret tunnels,
for a trace of truth behind the mystery of your life and death.

Worshipped by men, a hero for women.

Immortalized by posters and movies
there's something contagious in your personality that attracts Everyone to YOU.

Soft seduction in star-light
You dance with violet moon beams at your feet.

Lift the sad stone dropped in your heart,
pull it out crying from bottom-less depths.

Rampage me with your song
meet me there
below fir branches,

ribbons of moonlight
crashing kisses on your angelic face
heated lips travel down your neck
roses rise from your hair.

Tell me your favorite flower?
I'll plant them in your heart.

I want to rip down cliches about you
from Judgmental circles,
lift all 118 pounds of You against the wall,
explore the soft valley along your back with determined lips and hands,
write ten thousand love poems,
attach them to a tumbleweed
and send it zipping across Death Valley's floor.

If anybody finds them
they'll sit and cry alone for a week straight with a gun to their temple.

I want to watch conifers take graceful bows in strong Coastal winds,
let's drop off maple leaves and sad stones from high cliffs and make a wish:

We'll eat at Romanoffs, your favorite restaurant,
sip on Dom Perignon 1953 to celebrate,
hang out with Charlie Chaplin.

Hear your laugh shatter a million walls.

More than an object of ***
I want to know YOU intimately
without the make-up,
plant blue delphiniums in your dreams,

give You back your soul,
throw back the 50 cents they paid for it in Hollywood's star dazzled face,
keep the thousands for the kisses,

flip them the bird,
spray them with rounds from a Tommy Gun,
peel out in a silvery Porsche Spyder
head for the hills,
music cranked,
play it Loud for all the misplaced wild child's of the World.

Sea-wind blowing back your hair
will drive every man insane
enough to die for
enough to **** You for
enough to pull a Romeo and Juliet
over a cliff,  

James Dean waiting in Heaven to greet us with a sly knife smile and a beer,
a sea of
blue delphiniums in your last glance
one last song to rampage our souls.

If your dresser could speak it would tell me Everything,
before we crash our blood into rocks
one last time to kiss the haunted sun
and tell them All
to ******* **** IT!!!

We drove down the sunny coastline in our yellow Ferrari Spyder with the top down.
Her long blonde hair tried to get away from the scarf she tied to keep it tame. We laughed when it finally flew away.
She looked at me from under crazy tresses. I could tell that she loved me and I loved her just the same.
I slowed the engine til it purred rounding all the subtle curves searching for the perfect place to kiss. I found it where the oceans endless waves met the shore and that's the dream from Fridays sweet demise to Mondays misery forever Sunday coastline driving searching for the perfect place to kiss.
Roosty

Then say together to me,
Of you a boy but you to need.
Then to square that a to boy,
Sink to my break what you the need.

Six months again, fair to go.
That what a need, my mather friend.
Six a a go, go motherland.
Nine teen a go, you understand.

Tall me to boy, go mather ****,
That my begin, your understand.
Then to my ****, ******* the need,
Then to my break, i love you girl.

Then to my break, you of to me,
Six motherland, its old begin.
Then to you go, nine a sixteen,
Theemy begin.

What you the need, nine off cos,
That way because, then to the rate.
I love to break, go motherland,
Six months again, what you the need.

You cos to go, six Indian,
Then a you need, it so to good.
Then people cos, you understand,
Then to my break, needed for you.

That go to boy, my Nederland,
I'm you a know, sen to my break.
Then for being, its all alright,
Sen to you screen, my Indastan.

That way begin, i love to you,
Sen my you bread, fan to you go.
Then then to me, oy to my break,
Ahhh o to you, then to go need.

Its you okay? Then call to me,
Six months again, that what to you.
Cool to you skull, sen to you need,
Then in my break, going to go.

Six months again, you to the screen,
Then go my book, its you okay.
Then by again, to you my friend,
Then to you go, to the a spring.

Come back to need, i love again,
All be be back , all to you go.
Then my in sleep, you consperate,
Then my begin, i love you screen.

Call of me boy, my dear land,
Its break again, old you are dog.
Vaf-vaf, vaf-vaf, in the the dogs,
In you o six, months off you need.

Then to my break, old you are screen,
That way begin, to my to much.
Old your screen, that way begin ,
Kinder you boys, its you okay?

That way begin, to the my much,
Six months to you, of you the need.
Then To my break, i don't to square,
Then i begin, go motherland.

My father song, all be be back,
Go Indastan, in to the break.
I dint to go, my miss of Jew,
Its my to go, then to you speak.

Of you again, need to you go,
Then my i yes, old to the boys.
Go matherland, my kiss miss ***,
Succed *******.

Then old you screen, that my begin, go Nederland, all to you go.

Give up now!
Give up now!
*** full you to go,
Mather **** to go.

Inda yalgytyp,
Men turam Turgan.
Men bulam sezge,
Men bet Tamerlan.

This is cool be back,
You a need to boy.
That's alright begin,
Indian the goy.

Tegerman vakyt,
Ul kelgan monda.
Its Tatar language,
Mill that's old you skill .

Then to go my friend ,
Its  alright to boy.
Then you people need,
In forever goy.

Thank you very much,
Thits o you to go.
Came me back to you,
Its okay my boy.

Go my Indastan,
I'm you  so long .
That my President,
Its  of you my don't .

Get way to my much,
Then to you my screen.
Second you so good,
That i du you  need .

When i President,
Second victory.
On the understand,
You a need for you.

Are go my child,
Then to you my soul.
Sent to you go ****,
That to you so lone.

Kiss my dear to me,
Go the need for you.
Kiss me bebe come,
That alright a go.

I'm Spyder man,
Bakuganga come.
Aha ha its lol,
You my friend its joke.

I you need its lol,
Vaha-ha ha-ha.
Its alright its good,
Marvel o so long.

That's of needed ****,
Its a go to need.
Its you crazy man,
I'm its old to man.

Yes i go my break,
I'm to you my screen.
That okay to you,
My to fatherland.

Its alright begin,
To Go mather break.
What you song my kiss,
In the breaking for.

You my much to boy,
Bakuganga ga-ga.
Ha-ha-ha its go,
Mather ******* soul.

Then to boy my pip,
Theni screen fax you.
So to much begin ,
Its my break again.

Fatherland to go,
iIndastan to break.
At attack to much,
That way go to you .

You under attack ,
That for you so much.
Cool be back to you,
That forever go.

Indastan to break,
Its alright a joke.
Its melee its right,
Z to go my pip.

People fon to you,
Then my President.
Its so much begin,
Altogether you.

Sen to yul bulsyn,
Allah saklasyn.
That Way go in you,
Second President .

Its forever you,
The a needed soul.
You can back to me,
Its my Nederland.

Then you go to the land,
Then to you understand.
That way go to the boy,
Its alright to forever.

Alda yul tuzelgan,
Its you need for to go.
What you screen my begin,
Its okay my darling.

That a way to you soul.

Think to my break-in, you need forever to you, think to go motherland.