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By the guppy Date: 2002 Jun 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.11.16.30.18172]] |
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take aim on my mark embark i wonder if the naked plunder on my artful sinful skin-like bark with smooth away that last remark or will it wrinkle there and knot? i know the plot the plan your hands do blot away and wish invisible i'm advised by secret smiling eyes and certain satin curtains that sway and swerve around your maddening curves that you'll deny me 'less i try to lie quite still and let this magic happen without the aid of new-age pills i'll be left a semi-sweetened sweaty freckled mess and you'll be poised and porpoising perfect pearly phrases through the maze of sheets and hazy morning bliss i'm amazed i'm living through you that i'm not yet in a pot to stew with the other meats this life has happened to it's dumb luck that i'm a dumb... and that the truck that hit me first hit the last bug that bit me now i view it's guts up above and to my left and think all that's left is to become sympathetic with the tick and understand it's theft my blood evidently didn't do the trick but it was a decent guess at a quick fix i'll be confused again and surely damn the little daredevil to hell and on that note, a welcome back a wake-up call a holy mother of god what are you doing to me? a mental collapse stabilized and postponed by a near heart attack back now and strapped for a slapping quacking barking stroll through the park by the pond with my favorite sinner it's summer strangeness doesn't matter anymore and even if winter's quirks were in full swing i'm not sure i'd care with this lovely caring bare buffet staring at me like a bear sprawled and free smooth and soft and arched and aching gripping grasping flexing gasping raking tearing pouting pooling lipping toothing grinning grinding slamming slipping ripping bending biting zipping zigging zagging slithering sounds that slide their way and coil themselves securely around a limb or two or all sense of control tastefully teasing playfully squeezing all gone nothing thought nothing, not a damn thing all feeling when now no now no now maybe yet? now hmmm? oh that now? hmmmm i give up i'm cursing you for heaven right now hating this passionate art hating the slave i am and not at all complaining you rearrange my dots but connect them, you do not |