breakthrough revelations to blaring Hendrix screeching Ginsburg while subtraverted by The Fungi
Sunday tea at grandmothers
austerely perched on the obese
Victorian like a pair of prim old squawks sharing a nest,
i spilled my Earl Grey.
the way she reacted, you would have thought that the
Exxon Valdez had floundered in and bust loose
with thirty-seven thousand and a
hundred ninety-eight gallons of the dankest crude
right there on her Oriental rug.
but actually the radiant heat felt quite
soothing as it seeped into my cotton stocking.
liberated.
urine, escaped its restrictive chambers,
running to freedom down my leg.
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just in, hot off the press
from the department of inter-human relations
titled: THE ASCENDING HIERARHCY OF ACTUALIZING HUMAN INTERCOURSE
games
conversation
correspondence
and sex at either end,
depending on your preference.
________________________________________________
Tidbits
speak to me of life as the rose speaks of love.
as patient as a preacher
never too busy for a romp in the hay
musical luminaries
George Bush said litanies
someone's got to break the ice
standing in the crowd
amiss like a couple of ripe Comice pears misplaced in a crate of of potatoes,
about to get our pale sweet flesh pulverized by a bunch of tuber brutes.
commodious like a shit house or a ballroom?
austerely perched on the obese
Victorian like a pair of prim old squawks sharing a nest,
i spilled my Earl Grey.
the way she reacted, you would have thought that the
Exxon Valdez had floundered in and bust loose
with thirty-seven thousand and a
hundred ninety-eight gallons of the dankest crude
right there on her Oriental rug.
but actually the radiant heat felt quite
soothing as it seeped into my cotton stocking.
liberated.
urine, escaped its restrictive chambers,
running to freedom down my leg.
________________________________________________
just in, hot off the press
from the department of inter-human relations
titled: THE ASCENDING HIERARHCY OF ACTUALIZING HUMAN INTERCOURSE
games
conversation
correspondence
and sex at either end,
depending on your preference.
________________________________________________
Tidbits
speak to me of life as the rose speaks of love.
as patient as a preacher
never too busy for a romp in the hay
musical luminaries
George Bush said litanies
someone's got to break the ice
standing in the crowd
amiss like a couple of ripe Comice pears misplaced in a crate of of potatoes,
about to get our pale sweet flesh pulverized by a bunch of tuber brutes.
commodious like a shit house or a ballroom?