Wine face winning again
Her cool name her sloping neck
Torso fig leaf nude bikini
She smoked out every soul in the sync
Her hair waterfall wasted
Magnetic babe it's safe to say
What's yer name
And just as I caught myself
She shifted her weight
Tulips bare shoulders
It's safe Ta say it's safe to wager
The ocean
Clouds rain snow sweltering heat
Through the leaves limbs good whispers
All the blue skies constantly in motion.
I Want Human Fingerprints
Stick my click send
Turn on the touch screen
Gotta eat, gotta eat
What makes you think
A poke follows a drink
Or the reverse of it
Accompanied by the sex light like calla
From the crosshatch coast 'cross the street
None but the purest bioluminescent luster
(I am this close)
Startup tongue to cigarette lung
Screen grab
User interface fuckluster
(I want human fingerprints)
Soak oh unlock it universe
Explain the stoned sirens and expert radio guests
Blur verb age brrr when the church on ice put your throat
Tell it in branching mingled tongues
On streets snapped together on corners
With features that really set homosapiens apart
Fake loners and Lip men shooting stars in a DNA series on PBS.org:
"We just decided to go out and take a look, and just so happened to find new evidence hidden in interstellar space dirt. It's a start."
Origin of life ingredients are discussed over dinner in the presence of a luminous and gracious book.
Genetic material migrating over oceans, through the integrated forest and cultures of fungus.
Researchers line up to expose themselves to one another. A select few have been to Goldilocks Deep Space, depending on where you stand.
This goes on for hours,
Dragging their multimillion dollar ideas across the length of the divided lands for further research,
Trading injectable drugs with suspicious looking zookeeper holding one too many syringes
Crossed toes and fingers, spectacular symbols on the agenda, sand shagging, frenetic intoxication, subdued electric Brits issuing feedback to the drones:
"Cover the book in a jacket. Examine the strength of your youth. Cover the characters all the way through. Conjure feelings and erotic appetite complete with sneaky beats."
Essential changes course through. Mutations. Cosmic thumbs. Which means post post modern performance art. Melting bikinis in hot springs, the most provocative whispered things, trying on each ear for amusement.
The beds are made the sun is a go;
Stick it in yr sheets the cleared and capable goat.
Likewise, give it good to the roach on The Lonely Show.
Make gorgeous the Wild West Derangement.
Manipulate with your hands and scissors the image-dream.
Imagine the roof of your mouth the root of the punk rose.
This is the river on its knees just yesterday calling home:
“Wash away ink, Rain. Wash away ink.
People got eternity.
People gotta chew the blues and curve and corner uncertainty
Certainly truly they came to be dancers
but lost the beat.”
Doo-wop
do it don’t mind;
Doo-wop the secluded night when they found It;
Doo-wop yr sore back on beach blanket, Satellite;
Tell your friends this is the shakedown uptown
Tell all the trends, any digital twins, any skinny make-up, any fear or kid, shadow or pet, any fancy clone or robot waiter, any strange stump or popular marriage, any forgotten playground or gravel pit or mud playground, any tomb or bow, peer or flat-eye, tear or crack, Orion, any angelic rogues or flat b sounds, any forgotten playground, any forgotten playground, the leaves on the
Portico.
The beds are made the sun is a go;
Stick it in yr sheets the easy body sound and beast;
Smoke the space joke and viper.
[The skin has three layers of tissue and electrelastic fiber.]
Chris Weige | California, TX.
In the same river even once ya can't step
Says Ana Ujiram
Weather woman Ana Ooh said
Recent rains widespread put a drought in the dent
A few inches in the flower beds
This means the dancing did the trick or maybe the rain stick
Whether letter or number true or fiction, it's a ritual addiction
All I know is Ana said all the best rides are in the midway.
//
Last of the Mojicians?
Snort lines draw the short straw
Nurturing cobwebs with helium balloons populated pushing pollen
Never enough for no one hooked on it
Fake mad manufactured outrage
A performance for the Aegis
Like nobody fucking knows
A press stunt for Regis a noose event
About MJ's nose where the sphinx erodes
Like nobody, fucking nose
Motherfuckin Fidelio Castro, Nero the onerous rose
Ones and zeros up tornado alley nose
Mars rams Cairo in the reincarnation proper
Still everybody starstruck entranced by movie and magazine clips, starstruck in magazines makes and models, controversial comics, the gyrating king of Rock Pop and a pedophile pope, wind sore windsoreich
Cures for insomnia
And the poets were just going back and forth and they weren't even nude, it was hysterical,
Some of them had business cards and watches on their TV's.
Inevitably Robert Guillaume
Rat ping poles false prophets
Human bings, some things regrettable you'll know
It when you see it
It may be pre recorded audio, encoded verbal or visual signals in symbols half clothed
It may be hieroglyphic writing heating limestone
It may be derivatives short sold, pharmaceuticals, silver or gold, gas gas gas, untold treasure, space traders in a dozen modest dream house
Rad shit moved it
We will pre veil, to the human barnyard they tell
But who forgets a boy king playing charades?
It threads through seams the corner stoned story
It unplug thousands of drugs for dances and brother bloods and better chances to discern the good guts, Chief Philosopher Stoner.
It stars dancing Magic Jackson,
Magic fox magic cock johnson
Deep magic Chopra
Talk show royalty
Kapeed cobra
Magic rug on a magic ride
Or so it appeared all over
When in reality it was all that glitters is dope
All that intrigue and fear and, of course,
Ad rates for a show about a pedophile pope, obsidian satellites, tock show rhythms and fake Hollywood beards.
The king of pop is over
The counter drug rocks
Key next issues
These are the head lines
That are making the noose ahead
On the world ruse now
Before long the land flattened
The glare of a thousand lights dimmed
Metro buzzing gave way to delicate wind
Stars on all sides boasted an appearance
rare for the original text lines uncurling starry
stories over a highway decoded in plains winds
There on time. You're in Boulder something or other. It's special ladies.
They have the most sensational Menudo it's amazing
it's all parts and organs and livers telling fantastic fantastic super legit stories
so so spicy
Call it cure honey it is just so good for you
forget fragile had that at another place
it's nasty
habit is no answer...
People imagine Kate supremely baked at the party
In a uniform French maid, crimson lipped snorting lines off a
Fuck off
It figures
Her perfectly wrecked teeth punch them all to pieces
Said the Architect Called Sofia
Who wanna talk...
Notes on Birthmark Grip
Acid horse rain tilts the face window
Acid tools away a sculptor's work
Is never done
The whole shapes reach across the rooms
In between spaces cut deeper
Lines into the imagined fables
Birthmark myths synch against leaning ships
Light perched atop tower planet
Crossed and stitched and starved
Supersurveilled and über wired vision sound
Unsettled juice gate cityscape sky stained brown
Neglected cirrus captioned proud for a world addicted to extinction
Sirius sugar sent spare change over the half century
Seen snow whited things along all the neck nape meadows
Poor math maps poor pundits perennial open mouthed taste stone, battery anode penny copper cottonmouth
Impeccable crossbow time erased
Lick rich nothing
Do-ality race, human.
Sprint Chase the rabid is on the Verizon
Running an errand
Gain zest make up some Time
With Tide whether out or in
If you don't get ahead ya feel de-feeted
Pulse race to the ATM bobbing for apples
Running for office to work because Trix are for kids
Silly rabbit and he with the most prizes wins
You are then livestock in case you were wondering
they started selling shots of Horseheaven at bars like as a novelty
and then before you know it everyone at the bar knows you
people come outta the woodwork n say try this again G
also they push on you crazy literature which is most likely placebos
I don't know but you don't even have a fevered ego just somehow listen
I was get
In the cigar ship
With the shapes shift
I was sense
Something in the letters man
Elaborate language
I was get
Very strong scents In the visions
I was get
Ukulele totem
Tiny bubbles
For liberty or anguish
Oval inter webbed oracles
I was feel-healing magnets
Breathing around me
Pulsating laser-eyed cats
That's the way I was feeling
I must tell it better
The sense I was get
I must go so strong love
Very strong with the letters
Outside and inside the nature
Above and below how you say
The poetry stations
Yes yes In this moment yes
Yes yes
One sky and ocean give one wind -- always give,
history told by hers in stories
Like silver moon crescendoing that love
that sometimes weaving one wind carrying the Great Plains,
or the hilltop morning mirrors,
words taking breathers out of pages,
Light farms and planting geometry ever.
That yields to rooting rhythm of then charging the Red River and oranges blush.
Hear then Hear it then through the designs: ridges, pivots and protein sing
for every rooftop and seesaw swing.
Notes on (body):
I like this she said
You oughta send something juicy
It's true I'd rather it be a nibble of me i'd rather it be my nimble tongue
Sucking slowly sneaking in & outta the room it's true
My tongue suck slowly sneak from your dirty head to your dirty feet
Supervisors, act...tell me about your temples and make it symbols.
With brain signals move a cursor across the screen window
minus the mindless mouse,
write me a letter and cut the lights on all through the house.
Lovers watch lovers happening through a gateway...spit into each other's mouths.
Gold rush waiting.
Notes on Sushi Mouth A.M.
THIS TICKET FEELS DELICIOUS [ SUSHI MOUTH A.M ] monk talk and the room spins spam panorama
this ticket feels delicious and funny looking,
it spills chemicals on my dishes down my spine pour wishes
golden vitamins
Sexlust, that tantric tesla umbrella spider,
That cobra kink tying a faucet round a sink:
Feet on shoulders are delicious.
She opens her eyes, unifies the noon midnight
ride her