Suitcase Poems
Sunday, 30 September 2012
ça dépend des goûts
the test subject's testosterone tested and reported By a radio reporter Baubo busted down a bathroom door to show us her with her panties down the moss missing on the garden pond so simply cut this out and put it with the cache: a pillow under my head sit down hand tying and not typing up bad hand writing (what would Mr.English think?) pull the top back put the hood down and remind me what i recovered from there's a crash in a desert of desserts and stressed recipes the almost given up going east vocal stomach song ass bursting nerves (not on sale in a butcher's display) toilet pep talks and I know in advance this is an advantage i should hold don't show the cards a bella figura in blue night my hands in my cuffs covering hers not buzz beyond content at the joint the symbol and wrapping and my craned neck lips to back to tits to the barcode butterfly The most glorious thing I've witnessed without hallucinating the firmness and nearness the adultdress nightdress tights under top my tshirt panties all had to be removed while i covered up the mind and towards the end i didn't deter i kept on and though she may not have thought that'd be the first thing I'd do as it's not that often but it was clear in my cloud head and that shows an interest a comfortable side to my patina and my difference
Sunday, 2 September 2012
Sea Legs
As he packed up Leaving behind remnants and cobwebs And tenancy dust We broke this bed: Support straps snapped The map of France flopped Ships in the sea The legs gave way.
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