Phimosis Postibi

conduit shrugs

from sleepy wither

morning scrapes

itself off the night

with bruised studded clouds

I will shower

soaps lather run

looming down

at the hoodless one

shaped contour of

male tissue erectile

veined with coming age

desensitized to cotton touch

hidden behind

clasp of gideon sundbuck

soft towel rub

once retreated

so nobody will know

it’s a shame

that this dome

quite architectural

with narrow eye

can shine and shimmer

in fluid moments

of interaction

but for now

the day pale clad

has begun

me as of today

Eggs….

I broke an egg

soft boiled

watched the yolk

spread

in the whorehouse

of my soul

i thought

of my yolk

spread

over your breast

as I kneel

and urge

over

your sleeping

shape

my mess

your anger

limp disaster hung

itself

on my brittle facade

you left

exit by the door

i now look at

knowing

this egg will

not taste any better

 

home

mersey moonlight and shine
across the hills
to river dee,
wind whispers
in the trees and grass,
of park
and shipyard sinew,
bricks of sweat and toil,
urban sprawl,
where smugglers coins
fell to sand,
lighthouse flickers
seen by little eye,
sandstone tremors
and gentle veil of mist,
i feel home
cradled by the lake
and shivering masts
of a yachting few

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crawl to the knife

seismic interuptions

with sun borne gas epicentre

thunderous resonance of the cosmos,

catching messages from those afar,

accidental theorists

will counter color and comma’s of red,

is it a soup

our primal soup vindicating our creation

pulsing veins of human arrogance

take out a thousand letters to the truck,

count the terrorists who will object to

seeing her,

yes in the window of our setting harmony,

naked without dressing

and man’s venhement spit

cast from the place of serpents dwell

crawling with a whetted vengenance

and absolute length of time to survive,

her womb a dish

for the swimming and the egg to explore

and collide with cellular distraction,

it is her charm in nakedness to be our fear,

her gaze outreaches to that fury

of orange concentrics and geometry

we will be seen

we will be born,

to live by those messages

from those afar

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Robert Delauny

Robert Delauny

union horses on the interstate

behind hood and dashboard

his mind with hers

still rested in the ninth house,

blacktop travelling at interstate speed,

control firm,

music loud not slight,

with a long sigh pressed her head against

him,

often as companions traveled

now had a quest,

possessions as much as they where

poured into the trunk to be sorted on

arrival,

unwind as you will from society,

be bold in the colors

your heart has started to wear,

those who are skeptical

will not understand,

that beyond that frontal lobe threshold

lies a dense form

filled with thought and the saturate

of free will,

no alexander sword could cut

the feeling

each blow opposed,

red paint reflects those horses and riders

galloping along side with defined stride,

the future lies in the echoes

of the smile

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dusky book store

scent of mold and words,

shelves lopsided,

piles stacked uneven

cashier at small round desk

could even be a fixture,

touching book flesh

leather embossed

crackle spine,

fabric , cardboard,

trembling nerves

anticipation,

sliding out of shelf

mottled pages

gold leaf edged,

type not seen anymore,

wallet beats as a

separate heart,

wanting to part

with dollar flow,

so many

so much infidelity,

the yearning has a keen edge

trying to objective,

to select the ones

you want to share

your home and

life with.

 

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