just stared
and tilted
to the right
as if to hear
a certain note
too big to fit
the normal way
into my ear.
She wore a dress
that said
Back
in the back,
and Front
over…well…
those, you know
small elevations,
little buds
of late September,
as they hardened
since the end of May.
I went to fiddle then,
eyes down
two fingers up,
the temple being what
there was to know,
somewhere inside
there was the wisdom
of it all,
but I was dumb
and let another
make the call.
with sound and lightsthe fright of well-fed petsin what is known simplyas Chuck’nut Drive.It’s where the cream retire,payback, now called rewardfor years of bumbling toil,the art of quackery itself,known to a few, of privilegeas watching out for God,robbing apothecary binsand practicing sly dyskinesiato wealthy clowns and fools,and call it esperance,wearing the mask of Galilee.I had,…
Same sex like lovely Elton JohnI say let’s bring the puzzle on.I’ve never been afraid of chaffand would forever hold your staff.I have retired at the coastwith dogs and get from life the most.Would people, just like you and heleave me alone, to be just me?They say that God does not approvethat homo’s just don’t…
that made the forces of free market grow.Blue Jeans, they said were just a symbol,they stood for what they knew as exploitation,like nylon stockings, even pantyhose,they were not needed in the State of workers,and peasants who adored their stoic loyalty.But, as so often happens, things did change,hard currency could plug so many holes,and tastes of…
green needles falling offand sometimes cones.And near the clearing,by the Northern Moss, exposedis one small arrow.I feel it in my bones,it penetrates my hearing.I’m on the road that leads to Me,it spans the lonely distance,from sweet temptation to the landwhere old man Ustinovsaid it was rich, but bland.My legs, named doubt,they stand, though sturdy,here, before…
start churners in the millsmall fountains deep within.She aged, remaining chastewas promised to her God,a semi-liquid tastewoke interest in the rod.She spoke from then in tonguesand licked her way to blisstwo hills protecting lungstwo nipples, there to kiss.
a leper stood and watched gazelleshe loved the sounds and sights and smellshere in the Serengeti Desert proper.Just then, a scared and noisy hopperran off with tail between his legs,he would be scared about his eggs,but then, a sound of desert thundercame to his ears, he saw his blunderof having wandered here today,in terror he…
