My boot is a
little mountain
they tells me so
my memories
cut like a knife
cut cares and
unforeseen changes
that we are guided by
the tumult and torment
if my albinism ways
cause some men to
tremble the cutlass
that gnaws
on the bone
St. Elmo’s whispers
in the night the carcass of the day
the worker of dark
have their unrestrained say.
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i will give you
a king's anus
for a drop of piss.
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Here the tom toms
that expose my heart
here the talking dreams
majesty by signe like
diamonds over priced
there is a lie of the truth
in it and man
the presort as stone
and the contentment
of man who will
not dirty his hands
to explore my litter
of parasols of shafts
to pearse you with
the missionary
are after specks
of coal and speechless
deliriums run
respect through the
halls of guilty justice
the court room is a
desert of impetuous
silent ready on
your tongue.
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April discovered Florida
April took Jesse James
April brought us Booker T
and took MacArthur
April labor a fine win
grant over Lee in April's spring
April hit top hank Aaron
on a row
April ends the
Revolutionary War
and brought Jackie Robinson
to major league\April started the Civil War
April took Lincoln
and birth the Confederate draft
and freed slaves in D C
April birth Hitler
and Shakespeare
April gives us Chernobyl
and Tanzania and grant
and first Social Security check
April opened the door at
Daubau concentration camp
and buys Louisiana at St. Louis
April lives this month
a cruse month yet regardless
of all it all it have brought and
will bring April
is April spring to me
the St. Louis poet said that it is
the cruses month of the year
but April is the sprit of spring'
when Washington took office.
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freed from my torments
to a high plateau
canopied by over
hanging snow
the lust of my leaves
yet dissolved
the clouds are forgiven
for just passing by
man is the make
of his own desires
man is the mind
that meals out justice
man is the mark
we make with mushrooms
of ferocious horror
perched i know
the monsters within
perched to bunch
with all my military might
i will tear the lighthouse\
into a pestilence of despair
and scorch the garden
of all its top soil
man is only the future
of man on earth
future of how own
intervention of the invented vapor
of his knowledge he can no
count the grains of sand
man can not know
the bounty of life unknown
man is confined to a galaxy
small in the cosmos
man master of his doom
come lately die soon.
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i have burnt down
the hysteria teeth
and ware the impetuous
missionaries position
around my neck
i am a speck of duration's coal
warm like a lick from the old
i am an endless major pose
before the black and bold
men who woo my heart
and let me blow the blown
I am the penance unfolded
the black head of my taste
is the king's staff I carry
my anus remember
who will fit the gorgeous
rig modestest is my spirit
there is a munificence in my ways
the thrush hole that tighten
in a sexual grip
the blow hole the back door
the of an old man';s blues
the lingual tool
at my use
coconut cream of sons
unborn the very
seed head of me with tails swimming
for the egg when it runs down my thighs
i am the madness that you see
out of the corn of your eye
i resend the sinners of their
sinister ways
thickness and glimpse within
sex makes a release
of my face
and my nakedness is pleased
I tied to earth by breath
a dick of an umbilical cord
grumbling with n excellent song to sing
dig my milky tug tool torn with a ring
i am overflowing with the backwater
of my using dream
i use no plumb
of milking machine
to leak out sons
to be in my dreams
the armor-plated chest
that is my muscles
trilobites in half-light
swollen thick in mirrors
vigorous as tender
my porch to the cause
crepuscular taste
of porch irrepressible
joy opened to the cause
crepuscular taste
and i waste not a seed
nothing rip like dick heads
the vinous words
descry my honor
discount the reptile
motion of my member
because it is a rusty dark
that quiver at the moment
iof a penetration
n me my anus is wild
to welcome in the end
of the metamorphosis
called the arm with a smile
i never use my dick
as a sisal sword
never fight to shot my seeds
i am not infantile in my needs
for cum thick as
sour cream
i am the top soil
where you can plant
your sexual dreams
i am the falcon that
fly between the rain
i vivid flesh
the cerebral cortex
the contour of my ass
the hills you ride
the shit hole eye
is just a part of me
i along is the real thing
my beautiful hills
of feasts and function
blissful is my tenderness
rock hard my dick
with adolescent pre cum
remembered for it musical actions
of efforts
the thorny pluck
a ready to prick lust
the ancestral silent
of dusk made of my cum
a swamp that blazes
a crackle of summons
as my dark inheritance
victorious in zeal
resplendence and proud
i ain’t the serpent’s eye
i am the thunder cry
the bolts that cracks
the Andes of a hag load
of carcasses
let my dick dong long
hangs like a icicle
it slummer in your anus
safe and warm
let me fill up the feel
of your weight pound
against pound against my ass
as ride a rail ride
me full of sexual actions
of laughter.
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