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i know less and less each day
things we think we know. life affords me all that I need. the rain washes over me. . |
to say, I miss you
is to say, it is dark, as sun and moon eclipse |
Mr. Kerouac,
Where have You been all my life? My lovely excuse! I'm Divine Madness! I have been all of my life! I am now defined! |
Death stinks for those left.
Embrace it, reality.......... Heaven's much better. |
happily you're there
in your daddy chair, watch me eat a sweet eclair |
if I make the words
slow stroke, deep and hard, push pound will you turn your head? |
Suds
Dawn squirted past me
Bubbles shining in the sink No Kitty don't lick |
do not keep secret
your knowing of Right and Wrong laugh into the wind |
as you and your ego
struggle to get in the door I sip an iced tea |
Mind Fuck, pulsating
command, demand, submitting an awakening. |
some like tit for tat
I much prefer the cup, filled to overflowing |
Snoop Dog is on now.
Are you kidding me, for real? He gets the big bucks. :| |
Tonight I know it
Put it right there beside me Lips whisper softly |
just seven days
arbitrary measurement of astounding change |
watch me laugh showing
my teeth will reveal my mood released to fetch lies |
Death came knockin' to soon
Silent, Sleep, Good-bye How I'll miss her voice |
it is possible
I may have been mistaken for someone who cares |
limbs bullet my turn
impassable field of view severing of stately ties |
Over it.
One last nor'easter
to temper my Spring Fever Damn snow! Time for green! |
Measurement:
Calculating look Judge not less ye be judged too Don't I will not break |
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