it ends in tonalities of spliced ends
some woven together others
jutting into nowhere dangling
like a Dylan song you love but don't
quite know all the metaphorical meanings to
of nowheres and space probes
sent to tickle you
on your own you must believe in
something more
special spacious
put meanings into amorous
trysts space gods
mystiques
unadorned with the accepted norms
a late night sobbing alone
cats and dogs your companions now
but knowing some outer space
visciously beautiful being
is gonna haunt you soon
and fly you off to the moon making passion
without touch a beam a laser like on your ******
tickles    get it doll

as any *** two sides to this
strange duplicity

heads can be tails tails most often are *****
and heads stuck up thems
in tender blind bliss thinking

that's someone else's ****
they are snoofing
in sublime stupidity

never a doubt their nostrils strain
at the incandescent sulfur smell
arising yellow into their eyes

around into their nostrils denying
asking  acting innocent
who ****?

of all the words issued forth from scholars
noted pens  front pages of the New York Times
all the tabloids
any of Hemingway's novels the best
I heard was her petite pretty
mouth say
I am Coming

in the form of a tanka
red cheeks in the air
hover
like two red suns
and the bull charges

the saying is
kiss your *** goodbye
I been trying for two
months now and haven't got
my head close to ******* my own ****
let alone
getting all yoga'd and

being that bendable

were I could
I might never leave the house

funk me   shaman
anthropologists
disclaim me
where the native is sold or stolen
and the dreamcatcher's catch nothing but gold
my allies are my soul
the issues older than Geronimo
the  rivers red with blood
the lands stole
plantations rose
the great spirit rode
off in a chariot
left me wondering where
here is now

seducing a retina all flesh like
and curvatures, how can eyes feel
soft pink or taste desire oh
they do
in the dark just feeling
how do eyes feel?
In the dark sensuousness
the tenderness
eyes have their ways
no mystery is all this no
Fantasy, too
eyes are the entry
to the mind's
godlike way