tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73273952012-01-31T18:55:31.692-05:00ReCall To PoetryPoetry as a Way of Life Expression _this poetry of the future_ what are becomings to be exists now yet exists on aural virtual visual plane and is a process of definition in and fiction| and other spaces of desire |clicks the rhizome space.
criss cross frontiers mix melodies perform verse machines magics
boundaries as usual
A Recalltopoetryisawayof life and so many others et tant d'autres et tant d'autre_C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comBlogger23121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-59885915300143267892012-01-24T16:29:00.003-05:002012-01-29T00:43:34.396-05:00a bully sattva
An undone Bodhifatso!
not a ruined pacemaker
_________Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-80762566642447192282012-01-24T16:06:00.005-05:002012-01-24T16:14:05.322-05:00.... gazing.
spit of cloud descend that roomy thing of the canal
a blade of grass depending
the night light shade angles her
Boddhisattva
Zen is my dharma
and my path is there
gazing void
at that shapely wall!
.Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-32872712125922330002012-01-24T00:39:00.000-05:002012-01-24T00:39:08.237-05:00...ink.
think 3 4 versions
across space the space contained containing
the web's cross-hatching
time for each match?
a filigree
a finger fan
so you got time
think one minute gone
8 between each
hesitates grips
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-25347700680482476682012-01-24T00:33:00.000-05:002012-01-24T00:32:45.845-05:00think of_
the blank space
each a ribbon a rib
and a nib the, a pen opening
out ink
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-47333048587246202562012-01-24T00:01:00.000-05:002012-01-24T00:05:37.512-05:00typing at your feet
it must have been a year a go? you wrote this O write. Write. Writing? who does this someone between. and coffee. hands that have not grasped nor touch.
now your wrist is sore/ nose blocked / eyes returned ...a after a fashion of seeing. winter's a monster. that never ends apparently a winter which ~ did a prose poem contain there...O but the nose does not smell a lover's C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-58543076856789159252012-01-09T23:30:00.000-05:002012-01-09T23:30:07.092-05:00winter
that other worldly feeling of the walls infinite perspective. love that rays over the room and world. infinitely expanding it's first impression willing to lie for love and its
would winter end one day in Montreal as the cold shuttlesbetween the bodies alone those that are notthose who travel freely perverting the worldwith the sand and power
if anyone is closer than you if anyoneC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comMontreal, QC, Canada45.5086699 -73.5539924999999945.3747144 -73.697999 45.6426254 -73.40998599999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-1963170403718411482012-01-08T16:11:00.000-05:002012-01-08T16:11:23.448-05:00it's__________
its january and it's cold
it's is it is it is it is it's its its it is it is
it it cold
is is cold
cold
old
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Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-64324792515282541822011-12-08T15:16:00.000-05:002011-12-08T15:16:27.568-05:00re ---------------------and«---------------------------
-- it-----------------------schooner and
it rhymes with Lunar
and one-eyed Jackthat`s me Clifford one-eyed for now
Decembre et je pense a toi
yes, you , , toi .
«-------------- Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-2648485756889942692011-12-06T16:02:00.002-05:002011-12-06T16:03:16.622-05:00-------------------------and___________________________
december~ sooonr
_____________________________________________not schooner ~_______________________________________________________________________C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-14955899788496082102011-11-22T15:58:00.000-05:002011-11-22T15:58:30.812-05:00nove15-2nove15
e15waiting for the snow a blanket of hay
abs and (HOLd your Mouth wide open for this please MEGAPHONEPas Metaphor ) empires King and ding(Ding an sich) sich ? something was itthat disaster minded thing made by the emperor ascot and ribald reminder thing gone past its esteem and the growling night is that what you said drowning night Mister and Mrs Homer C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-35455030667711451602011-11-22T15:53:00.000-05:002011-11-22T15:53:29.854-05:00nove15
waiting for the snow a blanket of hay
abs and (HOLd your Mouth wide open for this please MEGAPHONEPas Metaphor ) empires King and ding(Ding an sich) sich ? something was itthat disaster minded thing made by the emperor ascot and ribald reminder thing gone past its esteem and the growling night is that what you said drowning night Mister and Mrs Homer went to C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-63834734529649084312011-11-14T01:28:00.000-05:002011-11-14T01:28:28.928-05:00hanging on on
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hang on this way every dream is
a face naturally and something like autumn taking at last skies
that kind of cold coming down for the prisoner in the city not the one
prepared with money to flee to the rural was that Mister W you heard
there for a second yes, and the one of one not returning she was
not turned to return with the love of something something
hang on lover Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-5319454970199049942011-11-14T01:26:00.000-05:002011-11-14T01:26:02.667-05:00
Here is your Zen moment O surgery O god O moment
Then again next of kin make no sorrow for the ranging forest and the rattling? pin so says the void
Of emptiness that liquid beautiful word forfended by god and lover Woo the Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-27990718640522453292011-11-08T18:30:00.000-05:002011-11-10T17:41:21.408-05:00to the__________________
as hunger speaks o so their words too rough abusiveslangy ugly under-minding the elegance of the , and the desperate toothe desperate tomb, of the falling crowd
and its rhythm repeat repeating this dust of crow and billow
Jill you started out that way, ending up a blind alley and a deaf and dumb place, no? maybe? or a strange mouthpiece of the past and the bible days gone C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-35036558994199500742011-11-06T21:51:00.000-05:002011-11-06T21:51:13.645-05:00re it and variationsReit but variations are not necessarily differences _ she takes my breath away ~ click click ~ her coat coming off ~but her face
hurts? the sun then the swearing cursing foul language the threats of afalse security , those of poverty. not jesus and her sarcasticvein nor the bitter ~ and ignorant that understand nada nada nada C Ah` Not sure saith Mona and her Jelly Roll Morton flavour. C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-62409948928837451332011-11-05T21:30:00.000-04:002011-11-05T21:30:27.358-04:002~
but the dry cold days between the lover's arms
or not that, and a few and far between these oceans
of world, and the destiny of space ~ .
but the dry cold clay between
the dry cold day between
(a lover's arm)
or not that, and a few and far these oceans
of world the destiny of space
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C ~ when C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-10386466306713260702011-11-04T22:00:00.023-04:002011-11-05T23:55:03.578-04:00need you say
need you say need hyaline
you need your head read!
A shit house mouse!
-----------------------------------but every night yer brain work less ~ playin'fer dead
did ? did did you ====sometime to write script which dont not work ~====sometime to Clifford Duffynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-20917348239455383752011-11-04T16:49:00.005-04:002011-11-06T21:30:50.244-05:00it______________
it must be November
it's cold for a day then the rushing color comes back
returning like a sigh along the wood of our thought
the lovers and the misplaced places
buttons beneath leaves and lips
someone saying your name
Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-69958517133370855292011-11-04T10:00:00.006-04:002011-11-05T23:16:22.822-04:00nobody knows the name of this thing and you are between your bed~
Is this the kind of love you have, for my face, not my body?Does yours sing at night, waitin?
I take a breath before your lips, the husky scent of your love
This bliss knows its name you hold
me the secret
in your loving arms
like hairpins that keep me from driving into the abyss
unlike the abyss, your love's perpetually
an invitation ,
a glance
into sun-rays
(but Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-83299516810787892762011-11-02T16:57:00.066-04:002011-11-05T22:01:51.992-04:00this intimate___________________
this intimate _
______moved___
_________________________________________________
Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-23511512385833637172011-10-26T20:28:00.000-04:002011-10-26T20:28:49.021-04:00re: the beauty was verticalwhat sort of thing was that? a fragmented thing?
indeed
and written sort of
yea yea yea
vertical on the street is the Up and DoWn of Woman walking like a giraffe? a beauty's elongated neck like a manwho's about to bankrupt and whose lover lips are gone
stale with the loving dead things or rather absent to things appearingas the end of the world and the money owed the debts and lights
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-41263964174508003652011-10-20T20:00:00.000-04:002011-10-26T20:25:00.080-04:00and the beauty was vertical on the street.....------------------------------------------------------------------
HIppy birthday forthe goo and moo the flip glib she too hated was abundant abud a bud a bud abundantand greater than him then the hill she grayed her hair Gleamingghis glasse monstrous glass mounted to mugger the other his brother the bettercrushing with the bitterness of the deale rrrrrrrrrrrrrClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-22206728881202087172011-10-14T17:25:00.002-04:002011-10-14T17:25:47.862-04:00______________________________________
the human beings are creatures s of molecules and desire
not captured lanes of freight and frighted bitter boxes of pills
---------------------------------------------Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-63223070060990976612011-10-11T18:30:00.000-04:002011-10-15T16:57:18.311-04:00A 'nice' ? xmas present for pagans---------------- Copied and pasted from Libre Critique. this is about Francois Villon my brother.
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Christophe Manon, Testament (d’après François Villon), Léo Scheer, coll. "Laureli", octobre 2011, 80 pages, 16 €, ISBN : 978-2-7561-0330-3. Editions Léo Scheer : Testament (Christophe Manon)
Suivant scrupuleusementClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-5677940700208294092011-10-11T16:59:00.000-04:002011-10-11T16:59:01.486-04:00No one says you have a brain
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No one says you have a brain but a lover's body
round the midriff hips
of balmy autumn : -does and doves and do and love to
and this woman sauntering along Wellington
her wide assjust rattlingshe's shybut o that bowl assO rocking
wide as a smile
her shy smilebehind glasses
____________________________
this is the thingthe ring of C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-1796882155582150782011-10-11T16:37:00.015-04:002011-10-18T22:37:00.667-04:00And
And (rare) (as sun)
you were blowing ~~
begging
cleaving ave ,, ave ,,
and G ~ came in ,, on toes flying You kisse'd the flute tipping
there it turned crystal and
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-293938931522675362011-10-09T23:03:00.001-04:002011-10-09T23:05:10.720-04:00-does and doves and do and love to___________________
dO You think your brain is work ing? A working brain is a brain as a hand kissing a lover's felt. heart. Move the muscle and pray the thing. lower case P. O P and P. and O and a creating.a thing won to its worn . not and naughty as daring pie a kimbo kin with the great things ~ and its round bow ~
and he wept imagining his head in her her lap Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-67944754737976616442011-10-09T21:00:00.000-04:002011-10-09T21:00:14.447-04:00________________
love is a bird /
j'ai lue que vous avez perdue, que votre lap-top était vole, volé-votre laptop. Triste pour toi, pour toi je .
Je suis desole d'entendre cette nouvelle.'S'avaporer' S'évaporer = se disloquer / nos molécules dispersées redevenue quasi-indépendantes.'
'Vraiment je suis triste pour toi ~ C'est terrible.
Est-ce que tu a des copie? En tout cas je pense C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-4348842833806179722011-10-05T22:02:00.003-04:002011-10-09T22:47:56.281-04:00we truck drivers
we're like cows without milk we become bulls and grow horns
and
and other cucumbers and sweet things ~,
---------------- Are you a truck-driver
Or a taxi cab?
Flag! that cab! Stop that beast!
_______________Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-20196439205498997522011-10-01T15:31:00.001-04:002011-10-01T15:31:54.372-04:00the
Onealone
The Onealone
The Onealone
The Onealone
is a character in this book
by Clifford Duffy a book which is a blog ~ in the seventeenth century of Canada. The book will not be published in this country in the present as the powers that be don't fund books of this sort ,, of their calibre ?
C : Why not?
CD : Because .
C : allC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-24429852045365427842011-10-01T15:25:00.000-04:002011-10-01T15:25:10.510-04:00it was/ it s \ it is
so some women (like ) this one you are a pleasure to watch speak
was a pleasure to watch
on the metro as you were going home
returning from the other town
so love goes at C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-8551010689274247482011-09-26T17:22:00.002-04:002011-09-26T17:35:25.887-04:00it was/ it ssome women this one you are a pleasure to watch speak
so love goes at first bidding
the city buses are filled with them
and the One alone goes walking
and he's alone as the city matures , daily , yearly ,, making its way.. and the night goes.. he thinks of you , yes ~.
-
the conformity of the event ~ NEED need not end there ~ you are speaking
------------------C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-53234181355495866112011-09-25T01:10:00.001-04:002011-09-25T01:10:44.172-04:00re:: foursore: foursore is not
fourscore anlove's not a scoreneither of this nor thatbut bunting a preparation for the partitiona ringing on the hustings a lip speaking weak weak weak kiss me my lips hurt they are numb from neglect
---------------------C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-26363411104670723972011-09-25T00:58:00.000-04:002011-09-25T00:58:39.077-04:00as your
i'll send a kiss meantime
as being belongs to love
your neck ~
as a kiss belonging belongs a neck to time t
as being belongs to love belongs
to become
become
as
your neck ~
as a kiss belonging belongs a neck to time t
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-12683642499742066712011-09-22T23:45:00.000-04:002011-09-25T00:07:29.086-04:00foursore---------------------------------------------------------------
turns out the Russians are not racist.
and the world turning it spins like a hopping bell.
not a bullshit snake but the badmne are always on the edge
hovering like their death wanting to make their own death our own.
but along the city skulks the infinite body of lovers.
in their fold and death's mantle cant chug too C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-25569750557941467322011-09-21T16:10:00.001-04:002011-09-21T16:08:44.319-04:00thanking Corry Shores
Corry Shores has been posting a series of Entry directories for the various thinkers, artists, painters, poets and film-makers who interest him.
I'd like to thank him once more __(repetition gives value to meaning)for his intelligent and sensitive readings and commentaries on some of the work that I post and blog ~ iT GOES with saying that Corry Shore's own philosophical investigations C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-56707973388032818522011-09-19T11:00:00.042-04:002011-09-19T17:45:12.880-04:00Not with (too)------------------------------------------------------------------
you dont see anything there but a smile cheeks
a wide smile like faye dunaway
thats a face to crack. a wing along the putting trail. putting. Putting. yes we are intimately close.
what is she doing sitting there with Mister Tatoo and don't tell me Mister Tatoo is not wearing a sign of violence. She sits on her hands.Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-19456816363717868322011-09-18T23:26:00.000-04:002011-09-18T23:26:44.026-04:00re: Her red harmen,a comm- unist harem .
Her red harmen,a comm-unist harem .
a red hamram a forest of ? details and eyes a bleeding throughout history. its roughest toughest squad.
Hear ye hear ye~ a bell ringing
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-29153549282853794092011-09-18T17:03:00.001-04:002011-09-18T23:14:19.225-04:00------------------------- Find -------------------------
---------------------------------------PostAge RequiRed?? ask yerself . Does abutton button itself?
i dont see anything there but a fake smile with cheeks and a wide smile like faye dunaway
what is she doing sitting there with Mister Tatoo and don't tell me Mister Tatoo is not
wearing a sign of violence. She sits on her hands. Slightly cold. I don't believe she's
with. Not with.
Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-79714574796599055952011-09-18T16:25:00.001-04:002011-09-18T23:47:52.333-04:00feint------------------------------------------------------Posting required_______________________________________________________________________
Mona has her pants on backwards. its theway of the sun and other thunder. not the making of spic and span
but the wonders of
tobacco and other skirts
and this way her boots shine ganders? Appollo and the rambunctious nuts bury that bury their hold on C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-68929769639013869452011-09-16T20:09:00.003-04:002011-09-17T23:08:25.516-04:00Re: everyone knows this is your namego back dictionary re to write and run to sit? she's a cavern dweller? It's damp there as all woman's ears are ~. HER Hand's damp henna attracts me She's V for various and vagina cling opening to glance rear to end of time? her hand's wetmoist flicking change. makes the thing work? a glorious titilation of her becomings and neither night nor day will do.
Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-46893790569035323212011-09-16T16:35:00.000-04:002011-09-16T16:35:23.325-04:00everyone knows this is your name
this way the sea knows your name Surf splashes against theblack background of your thighs ~over the night ringing louder
its not clamor that makes us being but being a rumour unexpectedwith the night and her simple things parities of which only you
know the rumour ~ I repeat myself your rumour comes home to roost andbending by the waves of an antique word a style rested by comeuppanceC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-63128174093514999912011-09-10T19:06:00.000-04:002011-09-10T19:06:24.404-04:00Hear ye hear ye~ not an exclamation point but a bell ringing________________________________________________________________
How many longings in
how many hearts?
it may be that the only
way to contact (some) people is to hit them. I mean life
hits them , hits us , a t the center of our being ~. What
happens to the becoming between? life and death breath and the
whole nine yards. Of darning wool, and other dreams we put off .
___________Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-84910339705956096652011-09-09T19:00:00.007-04:002011-09-10T17:17:04.169-04:00were
_________________
you ask whether the page begins or ends
where the page ends______________
if that was a poem would it be your name ?
it would
if that was a poem it would be
your name ~ .
holding your hand between ~
holding her hand between leggings and love's long lust dog
a page brilliant as anything might be by health abundance clarity
and its other things as sharing C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-52981902026092580162011-08-31T23:42:00.000-04:002011-08-31T23:42:44.787-04:00writing that thing you called it the way not a simple thing but the body's name over a thousand miles
writi g t at yo are ot writig meas yo are writigof all the stupid typewriters I hav e seen and heard why UPpEr case That I . and it's the relative fault of grammar that permits gangs of whatdoyoucallthem to be gainfully employed. Employed gainfully. Mona'sa shussy babe gathering geese on her name. Someone, not anyone has a hope to be home before ten. Not a Marxist or a woman Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-54631200156242423632011-08-31T23:09:00.000-04:002011-08-31T23:09:23.973-04:00A m b l e s
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little voiceslittle word peoplewere whispering to me on the buswe're just like you clifford
--oeiMaahmaahI anaoedipusto your breaststake your little oedipus s o n
reductiveness in the rallying card cry call compared to myscrawled midnight linen linesthis is child's play
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Not a period, not the period, but its end. Terminus!
all true whalers. All true pigeons whitebreasted to sunClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-34800379951761343512011-08-30T19:30:00.000-04:002011-08-30T19:27:19.736-04:00tend night
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sunshine whirls night/the body's eyes are fooled
foaled in the crawled garden
already how half showing part naked part youth to mouth the south?
|||||||||||||||||||| you are already half-showing your
||||||||||||||||||| (perfect youth) naked/take off
demonstrating a perfect design weather storm of lust love's lorn factory? a factotum a bell two to C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-5090191866606798302011-08-23T22:43:00.000-04:002011-08-23T22:43:30.208-04:00re: OR_PhEus--When~
when did you write this one?: OR_PhEus--When I dont remember. I had a thing once
where you wrote a dozen verses a week recto to the paring of peaches the pairing of numbers lispedalong the lover's leg ~ she was a born thinker to her ~ yearning around the place,and its rub-a-long tree the vice of remembering the things we said around the time of itsmaking the kindness of its tact ~
Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-84159342563211899212011-08-23T22:21:00.000-04:002011-08-23T22:21:36.242-04:00Jack Layton has died ~
_______________
Our friend,a friend of Canada's has died.
However, his spirit and his goodwill and achievements will not die ~ Nor will the
ideas of a just government and
the wealth of Canada being shared for all ~.
Jack: A voice for the powerlessBY RICK SALUTIN | AUGUST 23, 2011
The event that caused Jack Layton Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-20287768286828563512011-07-26T10:30:00.000-04:002011-08-23T22:00:17.095-04:00OR_PhEus--When
Orpheus knottied the tie, kicked the boat off, bad poemswere always easier to write than good ones. Like chapeledloves hounding the day. Or stupid eleven o'clocks withno one in them, and themes that buried themselves in books,or eventide mornings with sown wordsof tractors and detective novels, or girls you didn't really wantand vicarious lives of various lovers and their severals sons, Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-13994448135801537442011-07-21T11:26:00.003-04:002011-07-21T11:27:32.553-04:00Mid July
Mid July just past mid summer ~
Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-31957863329480090572011-07-17T03:19:00.000-04:002011-07-17T03:19:04.682-04:00
no city more beautiful than Montreal. Staircase to the intimate past and present ~.
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-29899873514722011772011-07-16T15:39:00.002-04:002011-07-16T18:01:13.045-04:00Ah?C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-46122269100377749322011-07-16T15:38:00.001-04:002011-07-16T18:01:27.175-04:00to the leftClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-85310076036671252492011-07-16T15:37:00.001-04:002011-07-16T15:37:39.248-04:00open the doorC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-2067516242141708812011-07-16T02:29:00.002-04:002011-07-16T18:02:19.986-04:00andC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-88754184086874264792011-07-16T02:26:00.002-04:002011-07-16T02:30:39.512-04:00the others 'going down'C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-1912506081392402472011-07-16T02:24:00.002-04:002011-07-19T01:07:00.091-04:00rooms
You will come to find these in your dreams
of wallpaper and love's blue ~ .
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-10783499687811823712011-07-12T10:30:00.003-04:002011-07-16T02:15:44.080-04:00Texting
Are you going?
Sure
Is she going to be there?Just ask
and I can tell her and she'll prob. go.
ok
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-72041472697241307732011-07-12T10:30:00.001-04:002011-07-13T01:42:30.068-04:00Buff
____________
So come here then. Rest your Jill at the docks of this space. Repose to her knight pregant to her buffer ~ This style I replaces you no you displaces I . I is tired of I ~. goodbye I.
_________________________it must be nice to have the power, all the power of a
Mona knew (knows like snow) that fiction was a desire_____________________________
_________________________C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-19813159312549828952011-07-12T10:00:00.010-04:002011-07-13T01:38:20.982-04:00she were _____________
_________what he said:
you were so beautiful I couldn't talk Park Avenue ~ and you're kind how is it you were brokerd in night's mist how is it you were born
____________________ Recollecting he'd said it
once before
saying to her your parents must have been beautiful
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-58011932128828105042011-07-12T01:49:00.000-04:002011-07-12T01:49:31.719-04:00leaves and patter___________
And bearing straight station to station we came on a strata
I wanted to be a mist no body any longer able to enter leaving
left entering the question mark utilising time its non-egoic bliss
And that time the mountain came down
her hair curling ribbons along the clustered grapes
fronted the hair-line crafter by the sainted tint
everyone upon a name heard you coming daringC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-50808857535539877242011-07-11T10:00:00.013-04:002011-07-16T15:46:11.951-04:00oh that was May say?___________
and you asked me questions. of grief and darning wool, and the pulling socks, and the things one questioned. against night dark and other sporting things that time wove into a calendar, and bearing straight we came on a pass composed of things. no one counted none did but shame, sharing lust, at the hair of the dog. a man wanting home. where ~
_________________________the prisoner Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-28932216792133248272011-07-08T02:01:00.000-04:002011-07-08T02:01:39.907-04:00on the street of________________
en train de parler j'ai dits
tes levres sont commes des lune
ttes And no(t)n les serviettes! (les serveuses )
de la terre
tu deter et moi je deter
je parler avec une ami sur rue Ste. Catherine
Clifford tu parle commes les tois etoiles et je trouverai
ta place dans ma coeur / I stand a silly slave
to love's belly bucket! a coxcomb to the far winding
up as she he said C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-34357493125377423642011-07-08T01:48:00.016-04:002011-07-10T02:47:16.641-04:00 ____________________
-------------------------------------
________
______Foucault and Gilles ...
radio deleuze: Borne too little clad too
radio deleuze: born too little to
radio deleuze: Borne too little clad
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-63479367952302169682011-07-07T10:30:00.005-04:002011-07-16T15:43:31.322-04:00
stopping
stepping into steps
these are your bodies and mine
stepping into steps shoes, slippers, versely, reversely, diversely conversely reversely
more to be continued to steps feet foot ~ toe to hand ~ as continue to love, love's loving sake ~
____________ & dance ~ & balance ~ your lips
_________
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-20090670267796102352011-07-06T18:06:00.000-04:002011-07-06T18:06:32.441-04:00a ring around the rose
Somebody is holding this impossible pen. Try a cartwheel over spitted harp fires, a rare condo with empty windows for yes and eye-to-eye ~. this bird has a flowery 'kind of' dress, and her reading is precise, a s fat waterfalls are, or the ungainly. Not gainsaid either yet along the ridge of toasting river bedding.
__________________________
what a strange country you are Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-28060509038227561412011-07-02T01:50:00.000-04:002011-07-02T01:50:17.795-04:00friday night____________
and the feeling downtown swirling around near Place des Arts and environs is beautiful and open and people strolling whole gaggles of 'em and even mothers and childrenit's visiting the jazz festival montreal.... and the heat's just rightthe humidity ain't too bad ...
around the outside of metros Places des Arts and Mcgill and the balm Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-56750967192492333362011-06-30T18:11:00.010-04:002011-07-04T01:47:07.176-04:00De Sade et Masoch: « Je me dis que ce n’est pas par hasard si Michel [Foucault] attache une certaine importance à Sade, et moi au contraire à Masoch( [14]). »
Extrait d'un essai Je cite Excerpted from -----Eric Alliez's essay ----------Deleuze avec Masoch------------(Mise en ligne le mardi 5 juin 2007)par Eric Alliez
Ce Masoch sorti du Texte en faveur d’une Expérimentation-Vie - c’est un programme politique nous assène Deleuze, parce qu’« il n’y a pas d’autre danger que le retour du père ».Masoch emerging from the Text for a Life-Experiment : whatClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-25648140306520090902011-06-30T13:38:00.013-04:002011-07-02T01:57:11.479-04:00a moment was yesterday
high yellow high lonesome high death high sidewalks
hi death my old friend are you to visit my friends?
Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-59612848591912264572011-06-29T23:39:00.025-04:002011-07-10T02:55:22.799-04:00On the fly1 volée Noun, feminine
(a) (of bird) flight; (of projectiles) volley; prendre sa ~ to take to flight; (fig) to spread one's wings(b) ~ d'escalier flight of stairs(c) (Comput, fig) à la ~ on the fly;
light; (of projectiles) volley; prendre sa ~ to take to flight; (fig) to spread one's wings(b) ~ d'escalier flight of stairs(c) (Comput, fig) à la ~ on the fly;
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-83407262075863963412011-06-29T13:00:00.001-04:002011-07-02T01:53:38.871-04:00june is almost-----------------------------
June is almost gone ~ . night roles ~
tremble of earth ~ too hot to see and your skin? where
are you? I wonder how that skin of yours tastes. I saw your
shoulder straps the first time in that photograph ~.
not the present body aching nor the time here now of a man in his real life cut cut across the wedge of space'sreal time and
4 years C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-34929308563981513322011-06-26T00:59:00.004-04:002011-06-27T02:09:40.399-04:00'fili----BuSter ' in ParlI parley??? what parley meant? parliment? what dogogracy of majoritarianISM is this SickNessWorkers! lose your rights! to the right! the right of the right of the right /they are a seperate country ~ now canadadada land which was the immanence land of outer spacing itself as promise to the possible piroutted potential rose of future ~ a glowing pin held in the dark ~ .
_______________________________What's become
_________________________________Strata's took over
_________Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-11401496715156022272011-06-25T10:00:00.004-04:002011-07-16T18:00:20.478-04:00the words
The words to hold them abundant spears of literaturerainbow clutter, pendant windows, and willows handling a spoking wheela climbing vine, a hand taught the archetypes of your life in three keys,the reflection, the contemplation of wolvesthe alcoholic manner governing states, hovering
by the closest superstition and the churn of metamorphosisIf these sunbeams cloud the stairs you choose Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-20220492677669942912011-06-24T01:39:00.002-04:002011-06-25T15:51:42.990-04:00is it a bird plane a lover?
On the plane of dexterity, of destiny love me ~
imageless as any trope ~ (isle) de Madeleine ~ . verging of body and ~ lover breasts mine to her mouth ~
the
south ~ .
_C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-59535697282809630832011-06-24T01:27:00.001-04:002011-06-24T01:30:00.857-04:00_____________ aTrain and rain and rain / and beauty escapingHas little to born the night/nigh toorain and rain and rain / beauty escaping rain has little born to night its and beauty escapingHas little to born the night/nigh too rain and rain / and beauty escapingHas little to born the night/nigh toorain and rain and rain / and beauty escapingHas little to born the n / and beauty escapingHas little to born theC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-50192618875641432032011-06-16T11:00:00.025-04:002011-06-24T01:57:10.647-04:00are you here? i am_
Hey are we here? herair? Air of brindle
e we here? hererror? Air of brindle her air of tone-deaf squalls ~remember'd the comet ~
it required a certain delicacy she wanted
escaped its permanent hope resting
by pillows and a fragrant hour something she
recalled as a wished for clown residing calm
yet frowning for heaven's sake taking the forsaken ritual for its
automatic C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-19945337346584625602011-06-16T10:30:00.064-04:002011-06-25T15:59:36.251-04:00ah? an?
And what does it hold? Bode to its touching word grip.... along the southering ... clutching its amber necklace a lover's tooth her comb .....
the way you've been everything ... the ace of spades a truck driver's wheel... a crushing curtain at the 'act finale' of every bird's weather... a cruising instant rounded by every meal and notorious saddler a clean intent, C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-41359149894006197022011-06-16T10:00:00.034-04:002011-09-18T23:36:55.284-04:00jj
a book for everybody and nobody and nobody twoThis is the book by James Joyce called UlyssesUlyssesUlysses
its first
cover
was
Blue
like
You
it tells the story
of Mister Bloom
Steven
or
Stephan
D
and
Molly
and hosts
of others
on the Liffey
the last word
of the book is
Yes
the first
is
.
Stately
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-6699691072318459972011-06-14T13:38:00.006-04:002011-06-19T03:45:21.247-04:00outside lily________
round the door her head peering
in side the little freckled nose that's
me and its wishes beckon loosely a
rubber mat not the play hinges of gods but
the better half of mankind and its deleterious phase
nor the marker pens as they're culled certain separating
specious circles of men who are not men but gamazons
____________C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-32521744262117204632011-06-14T12:50:00.000-04:002011-06-14T12:50:15.410-04:00Rey: the woodsthe woulds and wont's
became
disappeared shrunk in dust of apperance
asAntioedipus sings the place she sing she sing ` rough woods bark good gods ~: the woodsC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-3932066771232010172011-06-14T12:47:00.001-04:002011-06-14T13:40:07.075-04:00and now really big words it's your ne ~--------------------------------------
A word somehow remainder. Colliding along as any other thing. Tangy as the taste of kool-aid, Life Magazine. Tumblers cap brown air. Whitelocking ~ if the street S t. Urbain was this y ou'd no. K is not N nor knee heart. what's that? Ears patrol heart stringing
Somehow a word little prisoner and times. Be a book.a book. why angry at your heat rapture? C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-101050381137860422011-06-13T13:10:00.000-04:002011-06-13T13:10:33.882-04:00re considering end beginsometime to the right go 'right' off the 'page' the screen page, really . /
findintheir way to loss/posse (possessive?) of deter_mination? deter, they are deterred, t hen from ending ~ hen from ending thus Eggs (as in Round Finnegans Wake) (the cosmic egg round sphere) (ground sphere)
Begin Finnegans WakeC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-23218987853772288032011-06-13T02:56:00.000-04:002011-06-13T02:56:44.804-04:00SometimeClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-64912797082548832312011-06-13T02:44:00.001-04:002011-06-13T13:06:26.405-04:00End / Begin Finnegans Wake
__________________________________________________________________
riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs.
We pass through grass behush the bush
to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us
then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous-
C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-11258510549817067642011-06-12T10:00:00.003-04:002011-06-13T02:57:51.280-04:00raft
______________________
Imagine being haunted to come back by her
you the one being then who's now her there.
Not a cent to be said, a night (to be) sworn ~.
Every revision says she's dead ~ .
Was ten cents worth it , your kiss ~ .
Not a period here but a breath there no
r a dead decadent American writer ~ too much
praised in his life, not enough forgotten in his Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-38280966478540849052011-06-08T02:30:00.000-04:002011-06-08T02:45:15.749-04:00this ~ and that ~ the fi(n)g(u)res of your p ~ a~ l ` m
fi(n)g(u)res of your speech ~ body p ~ a~ l ` m
la sagesse ne vient pas à la beauté______________ this that an th'other thing ~ .... life goes on (as it goes it does like clothes) (and the infinite valiant calvacade of bodies bodies bodies infinite .... I am becoming aware of an infinity of forms' I wrote to JImClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-16377038712181075402011-06-08T01:53:00.006-04:002011-07-26T02:04:23.305-04:00enter between
in t he middle of b_log/ an /city/
loves/ hearing/ heart beats...
heart beats down the street
http://antioedipus.blogspot.com/
capped space ringing betweenbodiesbreaths
alove
============================================================================C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-29399837733427070252011-06-06T17:48:00.009-04:002011-07-26T02:07:13.835-04:00the woods________________
a poet-citizen suffers back pain
(preventing ) love making in all the usual ways, which are
not so usual, becomes a problem.
So she takes him in her mouth , his flute, she plays
it up and down ting-a-ling a-long
she plays t ill her sings
firing shooting into her mouth
the long gulp of air
sucking him back
her headC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-42277055811379907842011-06-05T11:00:00.000-04:002011-06-06T17:53:02.317-04:00re:dis come back to this again at soon enough .
soon enough at coming back again the awkward time .
______________ dis is dissertation dis is desertis this dis is Dis the god the goddess ~ and during daylight hours your aching back ~ . pushed uP and iN
_________________________and the weather is muggy
~
your nose'smissing its hearta songtruthas the beingofbecoming ~ ________C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-76664518608281764272011-06-05T02:23:00.006-04:002011-06-05T02:24:43.121-04:00dis
___________________________________
For one who has no body /there's this ~ not the guideline path (of) a
resurrected body ~.
discollect this soon enough. body wears off. earings. she's worn earings. showing off
her . breast collection of ten zoological arrangements and numerous protogenesis ? come again
.saying she. as her breast hearing says
read these C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-39208243152667478062011-06-05T02:18:00.000-04:002011-06-05T02:18:48.504-04:00unlike
little schizo (who's also poor ) takes a walk/ends right in the lady's arm. armoire.armory. amory. is that arm?left or right
||C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-24997244988201052952011-06-04T10:00:00.002-04:002011-06-04T14:23:47.637-04:00to the drawing board
_____________________________________
Back to the drawing board. Mister. As boarding 'our craft' we hit reef grief's of sail. Upturned wind tacking along the brave water. Dark as its black pitch. Planked to the sewers of our intent ~.
________________________the high admirers of the sea hidalgo mostly temporary passersby fleeting on the duck ~ tale of the wondered seaman's leg ~ C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-56720124326432220042011-06-02T15:20:00.001-04:002011-06-04T02:55:06.541-04:00for c ause--------------------------------------------
no one has held this river before you
as the previous river melted in grief in the
as it wore wore pants pants the tongue heart
gelding and it ring ring
ta-ling
not one who sawer or know as breeze
foot wore camber teeth in the river
that shine came along breasted
her eyes blueC Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-47086113821591525052011-06-01T19:00:00.000-04:002011-06-02T15:17:26.664-04:00Ary
Worse than those these heart heat strange continuance contumely past present wilfulfuture renderd ? rented to simple feet your darling woodblow! blow!
Not again she's fluted the river and keeping timewith no belonging one and a woman of every other stripstipulating fac ts which she don't belong and the dominatrix from the bank likes to tie things downher only plate
this one andClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-55042942315656988542011-06-01T15:00:00.018-04:002011-06-02T15:09:47.694-04:00so defectiVe
2nd rate hobo ~ and it works like those ~ that ~
sends some ~ her lips ~
always a spoken word ~ deteriorating at the elve level love's little knickerbocker
a tunin' thing a harp ~ delectable on the days down ~ her breasts stormy as a
ship's deck ~
what Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-44211412183949842572011-06-01T11:00:00.036-04:002011-06-02T14:56:28.148-04:00if she knew
what would you do if you knewabout love's little dog should you know it was true
about the dog's tail wagging in the windthe dog's ass winking (in the wind)(a porpoise's fin a blue shark's pectoral fin) (thin as the rule at what was St. Dominic's school) (the friar's unkempt the cadet's ) (an the crew) (cahoots too-a boo chaos an' crew)carrying on like any C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-30993977406447856522011-05-25T11:00:00.005-04:002011-05-27T17:38:51.110-04:00_ah ~___________________
you second rate hobo ~ and it works like those ~ that ~ sends some ~ her lips ~
always a spoken word ~ deteriorating at the elve level love's little knickerbocker
a tunin' thing a harp ~ delectable on the days down ~ her breasts stormy as a
ship's deck ~ what the heck she queries ~ do you love me ~love's alittle bugger
ain't it ~ a tug ofwar down the C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327395.post-75526221057059477582011-05-24T10:30:00.000-04:002011-05-27T17:33:29.488-04:00lust
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The feeling is one I can dig, however, I think you are the jerk, or should I say, jerkette?
2
She's naked as a board. A ship between the legs ~ a harbor
without ins ~ then outs? Mister D? O outs to her thighs
long rubber ~.
3
if that was a poem would it be your name
holding your hand between ~
your legsof C Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11950053072248270770noreply@blogger.com