"A Fine Affirmation and Record of the Ongoing Interior Life." -Anselm Hollo
Sunday, May 11, 2014
BACK LOG
She looks at
your top hat
bare occulars
turn
of the century
hands over came
prim surrey
black pony
They speak in the library
most carefully
There are many
wonders here
pronouns
paragraphs.
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your top hat
bare occulars
turn
of the century
hands over came
prim surrey
black pony
They speak in the library
most carefully
There are many
wonders here
pronouns
paragraphs.
http://occulter.
SEA DRIFTERS
There is
loam
in the sea
foam in
the fantasy
It isn't
blue sea drifters
that outnumber
me
There is life
in the sea
that don't need
light at all
I call it
the evening
It has
no ending.
loam
in the sea
foam in
the fantasy
It isn't
blue sea drifters
that outnumber
me
There is life
in the sea
that don't need
light at all
I call it
the evening
It has
no ending.
DREAM SONG
Daffodil moon presents
a fat girl
on stilt calves
in my dreams
lord of persia
and the tombs
in my dreams
luger pistol
made the thing
irreversable.
a fat girl
on stilt calves
in my dreams
lord of persia
and the tombs
in my dreams
luger pistol
made the thing
irreversable.
OUR VICIOUS LOVE
There were many times
when she was so sensual
my cock would spit
the instant she
touched it
There were many times
she was so sensual
I'd dream she
was an animal
fawn . tiger
any thing kept in cages
any young thing.
when she was so sensual
my cock would spit
the instant she
touched it
There were many times
she was so sensual
I'd dream she
was an animal
fawn . tiger
any thing kept in cages
any young thing.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
THE OTHER WOMAN
You love with style
you make it all so easy
with your smile
I hear your hunger . tender
your face against my shoulder
drifting
The stillness of the passion
like the god upon the water
in the storm
I walk upon your breathing
You are so real
when I am in you
I hold the sea
so I can long be with you
You are a cat upon the pillow
sleek and moving
I am the mist that gathers
I am the rain above you.
you make it all so easy
with your smile
I hear your hunger . tender
your face against my shoulder
drifting
The stillness of the passion
like the god upon the water
in the storm
I walk upon your breathing
You are so real
when I am in you
I hold the sea
so I can long be with you
You are a cat upon the pillow
sleek and moving
I am the mist that gathers
I am the rain above you.
MEDICINE MAN
Black paint surgeon
fires local anesthetic
to the brain
wraps a rag
around his neck
to ease the pain
commands his instruments
His dark bag contains
stones for healing
skull cracks
crowbars for the hunchbacks
hypo-cratic morphine too
is in his sack
Welcome Magician
He cures the dead with silence
feeds them sulpher
through their veins
when it rains
they dance.
www.HawkPunk.com
fires local anesthetic
to the brain
wraps a rag
around his neck
to ease the pain
commands his instruments
His dark bag contains
stones for healing
skull cracks
crowbars for the hunchbacks
hypo-cratic morphine too
is in his sack
Welcome Magician
He cures the dead with silence
feeds them sulpher
through their veins
when it rains
they dance.
www.HawkPunk.com
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