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GREEN SHEETS
with the leaves of sleep, sleeves of weep, weaves of steep, seas of deep
and surrounded by mountains so sightly yet soundless, how the hounds astound us
wolves stalking shone sight whilst walking by moonlight, ever so humming with night
and you never really know how someone looks at you, until you see them pictured
looking at you, your face aside from the frame yet so ever inflamed, enamored, insane
and ensnarements dissolve willfully as baby elephants encircling the circle
of the circus of turtles, a memoir of candles, a testimony of eagle feathers entangling talons
and dervishing in ecstaseas next to me you texted me you wanted to give sex to me
why lisosomes might know as much as hounds may howl, the sound of handfriction prevails
and atop wood in a warm womb ripe with conceptual grace power overbubbles
the dam, between connection and emptiness, poured under with another coat of sunlight
and skin of the same pigment, and bone of the same merit, as grins of the same bare it
that vast populations of the parrots of civet were sleeping when the gag bag burst the clasp
and you gasped at the sandghast, he wears a pastmask
soap wet and stepping, nude angle of fortitude, nimble member half mast
and for you it overflows the opalescent obelisk from nipple throb to nipple twist
to nipple kiss, rippling bliss into temperate zones, erogenius instinctuition
and floracaress, floral chorus, formally vulnerable with windifference
blow like there’s a fan in your face, deployed by the blood of a volcanic lake
and victimless, off the charts thou art, unchartedly stable, unstageably able
incontrivable olive juice, in other words submission to the surf despite the potential for drift
and the birth of a gift, from her earth to his hymn, her gill to his fin
swim laps or spin circle, each cycle gives the strength to jump delights over hurtles
and where you at now, i want to lay you back down on your back bone
act alone until i join thy throne and cover your shift with my on medium hand, again
art thou a crowned crone for the wide unknown, proponent of connected emptiness
redemptable hiccups unavoidable without touch to tell the story well
love mediums in lone meetings, zoning erogenius, slow motion hummingbird butterfly
and opalarities ovulate over ovular ellipticality, a spectacle of subtlety
pinnacle of purity, demands respectful, attentively detailed sensoral experiential rapport
and reporting every tip that made her twinge and cringe so to know where to place binge
hasty winds, smart baroness, myriad eyed miracle aisle,
and i’ll know you as i see you, i hear you act naturally
localized vocal eyes soaking our floral arrangement composed of so strange fragments
and this moment will know us like complementary darwinian naming systems
that’s where its at, you know a lot about a little
and the invention of the first paper airplane made physicists go insane and do backflips
flowology is the science of the creatively illustrated
art of moving without moving while you’re moving
top of you, in unbottoned bottoms you look me in the drawers
and i lick your fluid myriad, eat you like a food pyramid
intelligible intellensual silencio, i want the aura of your floral orbis
or florbis
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one fluid ounce
of waning space (i used to wait in spaights thinking failure was my fate now i feel great!)
before the close of elevator doors
a press in the clutch
WATCH HOW THE HAPPINESS BENDS
elevatorial molecular redistribution
a little bit more , further down
suddenly a number is called between the lines
walking on a comet with a condom in my pocket
hella neurotic
seduce dune autoerotically
finding fingers poking through
copping a field of squeeze bones
deduce kamikaze parasights
to parachuting to certain plights
left over from what used to be rain
rooftop sea drainage
remains complacent to evaporation
forced to wait
like a screaming baby
in a waiting room
whichever way
a choice goes
a nose blows
a voice throws
like a nested believer
your emmissions gleam
against the heart of the
matter, your knees tremble
like priorities on the verge of
faltering, building stairs up to windows
that show beams between rooms
me and you
writing lists of things to do
putting heads up pennies in our shoes
10 days from now we will go swimming
we will swim on december 26, 2013
at cedar ridge retirement community
while swimming i will continue to practice flying
a process of evaporation
evaporation vs melting
molecular elevatorial redistribution
i want to say words like EVOCATIVE IMMACULATE
and warm the framework of static delicacy
with tenured delinquency of poignant quillings
but today i will let go a long sign of sincere,
vehement advocacy of championesque pillowbirth
billow potential and may my quazi literate
alliterations all be taken literally
with a lack of salt to keep sodium levels
low and self-awareness questionable
with an ever approaching giftless goal
of achieving a novel of language
unsupported by both scrabble and
slang dictionaries written in a vintage journal
bought on credit from barnes and noble
while the stunted children in my skull quarrel
with each other for screentime my watch
often offers to defy greenwich mean time
quite tempting like sleeping in
the weave of my lover’s body heat
as wanting to eat the whole smorgasbord
of her gorgeous amorphous lymph nodes,
considering the rationale for hyperbole
what possibilities for life exists within
fertile deadspace?
what edges contain extensive cerration
wearing an earpiece in your dreams
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