will it be the days spent with you
rapturously making love;
vulgar hyena-laughter zeroed thereto.
will it be the day spent headthru
ceiling;
ragdolled pose nothingness.
will it be the laying in bed
again counting lie-like sheep;
fornicating jesus of the west speaks no more.
will there be endlike/endtimes—fires
arrive purge dawn through miraculous evening of silence
not heard;
or will it just end, muslin covered evening slopes back toward inevitable powerdown.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
hot tin roof
looking out back window
rubbery watching the bag-dressed anorak
to filthy non-boots blown blustery windward
commentary: re: is this thing on;
and as the sweet smelling flesh passed by
thought occurs of the melodious type
sweet symphonic strings play
turns to new day; finality of ancient daysense done
rubbery watching the bag-dressed anorak
to filthy non-boots blown blustery windward
commentary: re: is this thing on;
and as the sweet smelling flesh passed by
thought occurs of the melodious type
sweet symphonic strings play
turns to new day; finality of ancient daysense done
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