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internet
is not seamless
cycle hummm bald and black and strung
internet bumps, waves in/out
oscilly tones suspend sines
waving bye bye baby bye and by
focus on face not thighs
no matter how many
clean shaven
parts fanny taut so smooth
smooth parting, drifting apart
at end of song all alone again
~
inspired by a video,
Meshell Ndegeocello,
longing
among drifts
feel sounds that breed ice
high pitched whine
unhearable but proof of headache
blue sounds not music
pain, glass rims, wire rims
staples, girders with hard hat workers
tatooed lower back
the original bad dream
piles of pins, sewing pins such a huge pile that needs to be moved by massive
construction machines, or
the side of my long friends hand
the back of her hand
made a small poem
then made smaller poem
about it
~
look up
making love
hearing sex
unmovable couch drop
misunderstanding
assuming happiness
better just say good bye
left shaking head
nylon squirts
filled with brown frosting
dollops project
complete sprinkles
part of ride onto the subject
her stomach
marked and photographed in dim
light but with powerful
flash flash
bright and bold and egotistic
an arc tender burning
mad scientist and her maidens
holding each other wind whipped
white toe open minded
whole house benders
devised by men some say
but really dropped from Dean
down from heaven lower cap
take forever
this
poem
written just after life
the most part of a day
real feel
like this thread
no spell check
if you walk out now it's over
baby
no coming in and out
making a perfect relationship poem
no skipping around litterotica
having fun
none of that
my new cat
I am unreading this
no mention of self
the backspace behind me
a negative spot that is where I just was
chasing something
you, reader know what it is
that spot
the place you give in life to see what someone says and then close the door
or close the door and open the window
-creepy into your room-
leave puddle on the floor
lay on our sides all curly
two yins, no yangs
a flavor, an invitation that makes
jets fly
single men cry
from
ghost
thin lipped
long wait
long thoughts on Tuesday night
let rest, all this life
there are many reasons
for continue
going on
proceeding
unfolding
sitting down
lotus,
no, half is better because
of the far left main brain
damn white skinny legs
of thee I avoid
pastey white skinny ass too
sweet lamb of misery
pimples needing no adornment
oh, the temptation to run it through a speller, no no no
max headroom to your rescue
a rope and a cyber accent
stutter of the result we are living in
now this moment and for a forsee
o2 is good with velvet, try it try it
drum
beats
a real big yearn
having it
them
not the greatest speller
means great lover
this posting place
right?
look for buttons
pressure points
rip rip tear embrace
warming up
who I want is in the air
am I stupid, who I want
is in the air and is.
no formula here, no city
no lonely country roads
with bandanas, swords and electronics
no credentials
hid confidentials
my own increduals
men and women
the way they used to look
on album covers
all knarly
all knowing thugs
all pimped out like my daugher says
come a way
come down a peg
give a sway
end of poem
down body
soaped
few know about
washer knocks
rap rap rap
in time with spring wind chimes
that clank and ashame and churn
cause the burn and devastation and crank rape pull downtofloor knee bleeds
morning is so lovely, it is so pink
the friends inside me house will be leaving on next flight or float, bus or
camel
back in the town sherriff has a shot and saddles up old Bess for another last
ride down Crazy Creek way
a bunny lurks
mag glass
shot glass
tipping manual jag
name drop
gentle
friends the riders
all 6 and one half
bridled up and kitch, sitch whatever stitch
grazing the keys glancing qwerty
learnd to spell and spend and lust
os os oh sheet
always a poem needs to go way down
into a tunnel aor a hole or a deep
dark very mingled space unlike, not liked, unfriendly and definatly razor
reverse
sharp
cut a path, make a furrow fucking slot for plantinginging
all kinds of drawings down here
don't look
not done
open things
pretty ladies and Jack Bruce
i'm
nervous
full of fake lady bugs
crawling
everyone alive
the whole stadium load of em
cheering
wishing
counting fingers with help of removed
nails set in a row, on oak coffee table
in a house without coffee drinkers
who made this coffee
be branded
lack and lax
high ceilings
third floors in two story farm houses
with skylights
not quite done
because of events in middle night
mid day,
store fronts of emotion
some real, some park benchs
some chrome reflections of us
wavey and skewed
good code bad code
needs
desires
taking
i
forget why here
it must be the wide mouth
deep pearlys
dark throat with short skirts
the flavor directly above
flesh puckered
said over nd over again
Lany in a trailor with sun outside
has lots of yard for tan and tease
the workers, young courteous men
mabey too polite
wants that guy falling, oops
tool belt and apologies spill and bleed
he's got tools rechargable
this takes time, for me
record
scratch
sounds like chaaw shhhh, chaaw shhhh
anyway favorite rite anyway stammer
shy boy knowing feelings
hearing the birds and wind avoiding
saying the meaning that means avoid the the saying,
see, stupid, not saying, clumsy sad excuse for a cool feeling
never
later than ten
after that alpha begins over
this hooting flirt is sure fun
after that alpha begins over
numbers arn't needed after ten
below a beautiful display
fisting mothers i'd love to fuck
oh joy, a real yank for poetry
could be the reason
this good bye that won't be missed
this added:
no one is better at looking at that big speaker
than that cute dog with floppy ears
breaking his own rules, again
he
walked away
did not march
back decorated
with quills
rhyming quills
even still did not like the lighting
the blue of it all
his eyes, her brown the strands
the flavor suggestions, 31
and more
BOOM
oh yes, thee only all alone
~
old music has something
to do with this very moment
the time who you are eyes
read this "word"
and
nice at nite
daylight
saving
more music
more mirth
more remarks
better vision
skipping mercy shelter
only
moments remain
from this eye lashing
to the next
a flirt becomes a bottle neck
way way back in the sock drawer
where posts
attend first initial rights
social security
codes and laying on side
alone with my only body
alone in blue, orange, umber
feline prints
no matter how long it takes
to say
take
a look, brother
with text and reason
change of manner
folding holdings
she is beautiful
is she not?
double up on that
little brother
shells and spirits
grains and roars
sea into
out of needs
specific tides
regardless of spooling,
magnatism,
gravity,
shamen towards the one
all on a bus,
what a prayer
hum holy om
shift gears for todays clouds
needs
like spoken to
no reply
taking hours
decisions
I forgot why I came here
this could take hours
go to sleep
don't go to bed
floor is better with popcorn
better than popcorn
without floor
the whole point
things thought about
yesterday driving out
lack of reason
big mistakes
stupid sentences
all in a row
alone here in a bed
of poems and invitations
one
many more
al green
has me
no matter
this night
reasons are
reasons are not
simple,
here goes nothing
bongos
against both ears
Monday M
thoughts of last 4 and fifteen days
laying out in the open
my arms spread waiting for spears
blood alowed
chimes in this music here hear
piano, titter, cascade, high register
write a poem just for me,
too many times, cascade down the slope
chords blue, drum rampant
late too late too late for love
jus jazz
to late for com
jez jazz
com com com
tom snair slip lip bash snap rim
get it
oyoh
everyone thrown away
god of backspace
the prayers
all mentioned
few forgive bastards short in heart department
fast, click before thought interfeeeers
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