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ripples

the disc that spins

inside my chest

methodically collects

sensations

it colours my world magenta and black

if I let it

but

these colours

are yours my love

and I spin them back to you

a gift of freedom….

 

channelling you

through my sensational machine

makes no ripple in your world of mixed message

but I hear you

you beg for ripples

you scream for change

I can feel it

throwing orange like a manic painter

splattering my floor, making me

slip, slippery

on lust and pain

 

the moon is high

wash your disc in a clear stream

I will feel it and I will know

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like sunshine

the train of thought

heated by an invisible furnace

thick

with colliding smiles

pouring

through my mind

like sunshine

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thought….. forms

deft fingers

small silver screw

 

revolving circulating perpetuating

 

light dark thoughts

 

secret spaces for storing warm words

………

biology sells itself well

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words

 

bright words

flat against a dark wall

I close my eyes

the words spring and my soul needles through

weaving an exit

diamond thoughts hang on cotton string

my button

pushed tenderly, brings breath…

skin stretches

my ladder unravels

to earth

I am

a rain of little pebbles

like drops in the sea

touching to form

pockets of

 

sharp and beautiful

I

melt

into light

against the dark wall

surrounded by words

accosted by mouth

blinded by heaven

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do you really think that?

my face is on the ground

cheek printing dirt art

eyes wide and dry

with thick thoughts pooling

mudmademudman……

wondering sadly

 

do you really think that?

 

inky bitumen

winds sticky through my heart

lips pit together

in a tremble

of

tired and tacky wordlessness

 

somewhere in a well lit cell

my mind spits sharply

firing wildly

heeding no one now

bum forward heels back

 

who do you think you are ?

 

as for me well I am just a kid

innocent and in love

sifting through betrayal

face down in the dirt

toes in the clouds

pretending not to care

or notice

 

……..that you really might think that

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Senses Speak

the curtains part

on

hot bulging temples

and spilling thighs

words fall against themselves

dying valiantly

letting senses speak now

beautiful uninhibited senses

rolling bloody skin

around

howling channels of desire

all sinew and strength

tall beasts

between french lines

claw and tongue

growling

i must have

the body length full

not whisper

not tips of bits

but the entirety

not nuance

or subtlety

no teetering bashful allegory

but ferocious indulgent swallowing

 

whole

 

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never-ending story

paper thoughts

bridging shores

thin walls

minding laws

feeling words

killing small

stretching tight

crawling floors

flavour some

prickle tongue

mooring craft

tiding seas

sliding glass

shaking trees

sugar leaves

falling past

rustling grass

sleeping girls

moving ships

sorting worlds

mountain tips

separate thoughts

blending fire

stitching wire

flexing higher

burning broader

fearling further

freeing yes

touching eyes

holding breast

underneath the rolling plain exit now start again

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