inhale crystal alice
staircase fingers touching my back,
rabbit martyr
tick , tock
late in the hole,
wednesday stays naively next to tuesday,
as mound of mouth
makes wanton sounds
oh sweet ace of hearts
burn my face
as at the table
in shame and desperation,
tea irresistible at the moment
with insanity breaking loose
mosaic tiles of words and thoughts
propose a whole new story
closer to the experience,
of what the dormouse knew,
shrunken head
damn liquid
mind implodes,
best to roll on back
tilt the ceiling to see the truth
four thousand stars have brought
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Listerated Pepsin Gum advice on kissing 1911
How to Kiss
fever on the funship
grampus in my thoughts
vessel resonant to pharaoh’s dance
from a bitches brew,
no mirror
no media
in any sarcasm would find me
i would smoke
i would dance,
old hulk decks creaking
as my silk collar shines,
from cabin to hold
the merriment stretches,
i would distance myself
and not be portrayed
anonymous to all but the
lips and tongue i entwine,
whiskey manufactured in the south
smoky sweet tingle,
it was migration
or mitigation
of many ravenous appetites
bologna sausage and sweet mutton,
so vibrantly lost
room extended that i was hidden
faceless in the extreme,
music of davis found me
wanting more,
gilt frame my hair once neatly combed,
come grampus
tilt on rolling waves,
find me a place
of nonchalant obscurity,
saxophone and drum
the ariel had been lost
it was memory that
dragged me down
into the depths
that would fill my lungs
with salt water,
careful heart placement
extracted blood from veins
i was infused with a rhythm
that could only lead to one conclusion
i was intimate in my body
with all of one species,
more smoke
more mirrors,
hearing snare and guitar
long days vanished
a place found
yet i could not reveal
who i totally
am
Transcript of The Brilliance
forget the outer air
that gathered as horses tread light,
lost to vanished ships,
all heart cast off as blossom fallen,
stammering voices lift over clearing
to an eagles satisfied self,
down in the orchards,
bird ghosts eat berries,
with wisdom and wildflower alchemy
she who has cold tears
and heart louder than thunder,
faced of washed stone
spoke with a low voice,
words lifted pain excising with precision
poison extracted no gauze to cover,
his tremors would be related in long
writing of a notebook,
where his heartfelts are mentioned in
great detail,
no crimson match could set it on fire,
only if she abandoned him
but first he was cleansed,
washing away remnants in rolling brook
her teeth showed on each shoulder,
memory thick as ink
went past the length of what tomorrow
would bring,
this would be written well,
loin and flank had ripeness of sacrifice,
hues of the soul
left him as a scattered person
for her to pick up from the rug of the
earth,
in that methodical way,
complete again would be left there
automatic and ageless,
a life for her to own
and to kiss as if of steel.
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