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never-ending now, you flower on the sill of being be: straight eyes, and hairy smiles calves tremble, cold-- shiver. and you see through..

I have forgotten how to write how to write... poems? and distracted, first out memory, and square boxes ticked. that green hair that ye..

ended up alone at the microphone so, says neil. neil sounds sad, he went to the radio interview. and poor neil, well, ended up alone at the mi..

lonely boy here, watching little droplets of piss drip down into the bowl. the head bobbing up and down, crawling in-out of foreskin cocoon..

rich on the daffodil, i pipe the grass. pompous idiot swoons for the cheerleader, i never met. my son. i left him at the airport with a pocket f..

novem brrr. cold. dizzy on wind; rustle leaves-- I flee to bedroom climes. warm errr.

dry fingertips, calluses. rough world. on one hand I can show you a life; with two I can choke you till you die. with every choice i..

Even in dreams he came too quick, leaving me unsatisfied, and slightly piqued. His dick like a floppy dead goldfish, spewing out his lifestre..

The river floods with starfish and everything is still, a manacle, a prayer two kids clap their hands. A house with sparkling windows and toys..

unknown sits in a bar sculling down some beer burps like chirp like bird like seer. -- VISION OH VISION! Like a prostitute you kneel to it. Smac..