how ~ not howizter

ove me?


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how i live and die, a vowel change



unchanged sheets
masturbatory organs

(did you say this Mister D? is that your masturbatory fit fiction?)

denied by god and woman

(gogo god women and hairdressers
this is the salon of desire)

tawny sheets untied in the bed
masturbated lies
ribbed like stupors
un becomings become her

how you live a bed of unmade sheets
stripes of goat
band of sheep
tobaccao king
of the road

unpublished author
seeks unpublished readers

a whore author alone
her solitude sand pubic
sans public
sans head

sans neck
teeth

what stage is the bed at now?
what bed is the stage
do you sleep with another man?
a woman a melee avenue of blithesome
shall literal be metaphorical?
did I ask you to write to me?
do you know
wha'

what its done
yer body is free
i praise it as I praise the highways
bloggin is real
because its messy

it ought to stay this
a news sheet on the rips of eternity
on the whips of time
the lash of feet
against my unmade bed
mastubation perturbation
sheets
your love

I live in the dirt of feeble loves

impossible lies wishes, hopes and haunts
you did this
you did this

it was done already
by the others

the rebellious ones
attacking an angel

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So you write I verses catchy things that dont rhyme or whoop. Buta return a refrain continues the hedge work of vowel. and not the real butthe persona of I. A fictive of I. as it s weary nest lingres self.

______________________ This was a verse you wrote when you were Rimbaud and Genet, and this was personae 82 ~ not the necessary wheel in the card of fortune but a disaster looking backward. that made love count.I held your arms. Pinnioned to the stole of love.

So saith Mona and her unbecomed jewels ` . Her fur of hearth ~ .