many not few ~

hmm


stop tryin to peel my potatoes
dancing tonight

out in the big bad city

hmmmmmmmmmm bodies
cunning bodiesssssssssssss
bhahhahhahhahbreastsssssssss
assssssssssss
hiiiiippppppppppszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
keep yer head low

dont get suckered by the chocolates and diamonds
the con men corporate machine
sucking you in this day
some dude named valetine
was cooked alive
& yer chocolates come from child labour factories

no fun for them
no fat
no kisses for dem
bitter sweet kids suckers of the capital machine
yea dont ferget that as u suck on yer candies and yer other shite



how


how does yer heart beat?
does it tick
tock ?
ridiing riding yer wave
talking talkin' night away

we stand dance & whirl bodies across floors
acorn of your body
tip of your breast
here in this mouth
your touchin' lip

this is not war
this is love's lust
lust's love
my sweet heart
thinkin of you ~




clandestine


Clandestine lover won't you let me
crawl in your thighs
c ry at your feet
whisper at you r heel s

hear your music
caress your feet

lover let me climb over skies
to cement your log

lover open your lips
i'll walk through words
getting there verb after verb
inside of your body at last
home rocking rocking home rocking rocking
in you
you yours rockin' side to side
arms around arms
hand slung in hand
fingers in fine shapes your s as night gloves
embrace moi kiss me



you


you are a lover even
when you're bad
you go ask forgiveness
to the stars you love
humbly at their feet
seeking their light
knowing what's best and good
is love's fair chance
her kind return
her embrace
she's the world's halo
and hoola-hoop
& you dance in her
always returning





Guitars


Guitars and bandoogles
raw wipes
clean things
string make her stronger
gathers geese
O me O my what book
clocks at her stars!
A gondoozle!




what becomes


what becomes of reel -to-reel lovers? celluloid dishes? fade daily lines wrinkled across their faces. as winter comes brow'd brow beating their toes,
taking off clothes

showing saggin bodies
rumpled breasts
broken buttocks

who lusts then?

loves?

loves air

as the cellophane lust prima donnas vanish
the reel to reel vid porn princesses disappear

silence into death

--
between ~


work between?
yes burrow between her thighs



I was


I was writing . Something. vital. brushed by fire. burning by a goddess. but
the fire tree came. burned out the machine. cut off. lost the what i was writing. you were there. you saw the burning. your ass was on fire. we had f_ck_ed. love strewn sweat on the floor.

the post was lost. the machine vanished in a tryst in the air

--------------------------------


is not your comment


Is not your comment a lover's hand,
her breath across his face,
or thighs squeezing his between your breasts
as you lie on the page,
cleavin' the end of time
celebrating its demise

a poet works in darkness and weed
its ok
one day he'll celebrate skies wide as seas
or caring night's simple path to love ~ .



what happens


Beauty's always been your favorite name ~ what happens to old film stars that trade skin on celluoloid for skin in the trade? what happens to lover's bodies spun on the reel to reel _ vanished mouths sucking heart pumping memories razes and smattered , how many sucks and licks, _ how many arms, grabbing palping pulling

what happened the queen of porn her parade of lovers forlorn as a truck bucket