WORDS

LOVE SCORNED
LOVE LOST
LOVE MOURNED

GAMES TO BE PLAYED
TO AVOID GETTING
LAID

GIRLS WIN
BOYS LOST
THANX FRIEND

NOBODY NOTICE
YOUR STAR SHINE

I KNOW THE FEELING
WELCOME TO MY
WORLD

LOVE SCOURNED
LOVE LOST
FRIEND

LOVES WORTH IS NOT
CONTAINED IN A
GOLD LINED PURSE

FORGIVENESS WASHES
THE GUILTY CLEAN

THE TRUTH BE KNOWN
YOU MAY BE A STAR
THAT LOOKS GOOD
FROM NEAR OR FAR

BUT YOU ONLY
SHINE IN MY
SHADOW

SINS FORGIV

ATLANTIC CITY

Invigorated species of enviromentaly safe ants

Lurched into oblivion

Only to be cut off at the pass

By the culture patrol

My mind fluctuated between apprehension and delight

While my soul slowly eroded

By the acid of reality

Atlantic city, what a pity

All that money

Where's the honey

Ambrosia burst onto the scene of my being

Only to end up with the clutter of the broom closet

I approach the golden cunt

Awed by the enormity and

The scope of possibility

Awesome in dimension

BREAKFAST AT TIFFANYS

Mindless legions warp reality

Only to miss the last train from the station

The sound of gold crashes in my ear

And slaughter the whale of love

That lay at my feet

Eat the worm, call my dad

The pain, the fame, the shame

It's all the same

The universe sucks my soul dry

While my mind in time

To an english nursery rhyme

I think of wine and the

Ogre of the golden cunt

Silver tear drops cascaded

Across undulating field of amber

God talked to his self while

Big horse kissed the sky

I can not tell a lie

I get hi

COMPULSION

The assignment from the poetry group

A poem on compulsion

I cumpulsively convulsed at the concept

My feet began to fret

My pants I think thee wet

I sat with paper and pen in hand

Eager and ready to write this night

I searched the vacant bareness of my mind

Seeking a sacred word that would rhyme

Annie had a nickel

Annie had a dime

No, no not a nursery rhyme

Not a drop of creativity was to be found

Not a drop from my pen or a word from the end

A week went by then the next

I was a total compulsive wreck

What the heck, I'll write on sex

Compulsively I grabbed her breast and licked the rest

No, no thats not it.  I was in deep shit

The date was drawing near

And yet not a word I had set to ryhme

Then on that night I lay in dread

Of the poem never read

Suddenly an idea came into my head

I jumped out of bed

I secretly stole to a secret place

And removed something hidden away

Something safe

The sacred herb, the holy smoke

I'd do some, no joke

A twist in time

A match does flair

Blue smoke rings fill the air

Your girl friend sinks into the crack of her crotch

You don't care

The body is convulsed with pain

A message is sent to the brain

The poem before it's to late

Compusively you grab a pen

And with considerabe, compulsive, compassion

End this witty ditty

ENVIOUS SHADOW

Once there was a shadow that envied it's rock

It wanted to be like the rock

The shadow thought about it long and hard

The longer it thought the harder it got

Until one day it got hard as a rock

With an envious shadow of it's own

MERMAID

A THOUSAND CRANES

A thousand cranes drained my brain

The fire of desire rose higher and higher

Like the sun in the sky

Parsimmion dice do die, don't duck

Great, great luck

ENORMOUS

Enormous wonderment burst on the scene

Cautious probes lurched thru the murk

While the song of my soul melted into

A lavender mist

Silver darts pierced my heart as I

Danced the meringue with La Bruja

The workers worked

The wind did sigh

I can not tell a lie

I get hi

FADED FLOWER

FADED SHADOWS

It's like you practiced something

Long and hard

Nobody noticed

Refined it to the point of

Not mattering

So subtle you never noticed it working

The breath so shallow it faded like a shadow

Not a whisper, not a sigh in the dust

Nobody noticed

Did they forget to take Jesus down from the cross

WOMAN FLOWER

MEMORIES

Memories of crystal drops

Undulating across lavender fields

Echo thru the chamber of my being

Then explode into the myth

Low down a loathsome thought

Lust smashes thru and siezes my vunerable parts

Prayer saves me

God's grace penetrates every orifice

Congregated gruppies consult

Specialist for relief from

Mental hemmroids

Sounds of chatter shatter the steel of the night

Darkness envelopes

Paranoia deploys pedals of power

Invigorated vixens are shafted

In the valley of heavenly delights

Nightly

Mounds of heaving heated flesh

Surge against each other

Like long lost continents


Surging, purging, wrestling with the best

Steel swords plunge deep into the wetness

As primal screams come from beneath

Lust dominates

Animals copulate

A moment

The loop de loop

Whoop de whoop

Did Custer die for this

Maybe we should have offered them

Creamed spinach

BUBBA CHUCK

PALE GREY MIST

Love is a tower of power

Standing erect in the sky

While seagulls swirl thru

The pale grey mist of memories

A certain woman is on my mind

Sometimes

I contemplate the lotus feet of God

Amber waves of grain

Crash upon the shore of my soul

And fill the void of my yearning

Reasons for being stand to be counted

All are found wanting

I talk, I exist in memories of pale gray mist

Movie crews reel in rolls of tourist

From bloody boards

Carnival lights blink in the night

Only God knows the darkness of my soul

Seas of semen squirt

From enormous erections

Returning my attention forever and again

To my strawberry blond friend

Why pretend I love her and it

Till the end

Secret sins win again

RED

PENILE POETS

Penile poets penetrate

The open orifice of my mind

In what was once water

Now leaping lizards play

Where poets use to lay

In the valley of earthly pleasure

Really heavenly delight

Will the humongous jade stem

Penetrate tonight

Will pleasure buttons

Squeal with delight

Will a woman's scream split the night, tonight

Oh so right

Just a little to the right

Tonight

Will we make whoope tonight

Climb to new hieghts tonight

Whoope

Whoope

Whoope

KISS

SATIN PASSION

Like a lead wieght

On a fisherman's line

Going down, down

Ever deeper

Into the essensce of my being

Where I searched

The corners of my soul

For a grain of truth

Awakening cobwebs

Of conciousness are

Wiped clean

So the bride of life

Can be seen in her

Satin passion

Crimson passions

Flair in my genetiles

Words of the almighty mantra

Await the chance to

Sooth the wound

Soon, very soon

It will be noon

ZOMBIE INJUN

SHUT UP

Instead of cringing in the corner

Senseless acts of beauty spiraled

Into the oblivion of my mind

Violating the sanctity of of my imperiled

Pregnancy while squirting red hot

Shots of passion on the front of my pants

I stand in dumb struck awe waiting

For the dawn to silently reveal the

Dimensions of the enormous orb

Threatened like a mountain

Squealed like a squirrel

I contemplate my navel

As a crimson tide smothers

My resistance to love

THE MAILMAN

Coagulated conciousness

Waited in the wings of my awareness

While progressive chickens plucked

Plenty of peanuts

From the pie in the sky

Enlightened worms fainted

In the hallways

Awful animals invited

Disaster to watch the

Bar-B-Q at the church

Next Sunday

Passionate pink pineapples

Painted ponies that

Farted furiously

When the mailman came

In his pants

ASBURY PARK

CF N FREN

WANTON AWARENESS

Wanton awareness siezed the moment of quickening passages

But phased out of reality

Pregnant with possibilities I gazed into the void of my being

While crimson passions cringed in the corner,  singed with desire

Wet with anticipation I reversed the direction of my sanity

Only to encounter the opposite opposition

They made a proposition to my next position

On the far side of the third moon, to the left of central

Significant, significance played no significant role

In the release of the drug prisoners

Inside cries out to rectify the anal situation

Screeching in the deep, blue, black, dark I call your name

Cum play with me. Pass the seed of desire

Let passion reign like fire but tire not when the flame is hot

Flamed with desire the frog of passion croaked a sentence

GRIP IT

Consumed with consumation no less the thought

Police engaged in costly ethnic cleansing

When my contact lenses were returned from the cleaners

I could see the lavender mist evaporate

Like so much salt and peanuts

Un-informed sources sucked volumes of scummy scum

Fat girls did calistenics on my ding dong

Till I thought it was gone

My mind wandered, so I followed it

Too late I discovered it was lost

The Buddha on the right mooned me twice

In one night

First left, and then right I was sure it was a gift, or what?

The guru counseled caution

Famous cartoons don't always count coupons you know

So think about what your doing and who your screwing

Because if you be doing what your ain't supposed to be doing

Goes round cums round more than you think

I think you stink

A Chinese cluster fuck circled like a halo

Slightly above my eyebrows

My eyes were electrified by the jeweled rhino of heaven park

Stark naked with desire, fiegned with truth

I mimicked the pink panther

While darning my socks

Whole holes, not just half holes and ass holes

Point to various conclusions, some of ruinous nature

The seven o'clock news traveled thru my head

A truck in the Holland tunnel

Not to mention the weasel in the hen house

Of half naked whores

All panting in unison as if some cosmic trigger

Was tripping their collective trigger

Bubble gum plugging up my nose

Couldn't make me remember more than I wanted too

If only Nixon were here to help us squeak by

Awkward moment when thought erect with interest

Penetrate various velvet vaginas and

Flagerantly squirt squalid masses of purple passion

Squeezed like a zit

Orange like orange

I station my pregnancy meter on the out skirts of desolation

Un-able to concieve of the concept of conception

Mighty immaculate and the way very little

Ray played with inebreated crabs

Michael Jackson was jealous

Liz Taylor polished the cast of her emancipation

Who by the way diddled the daisies and molested the violets

With soft breath and shadows of water birds

Nesting close, but not to close to the flame of truth

The whooping crane was on the train

Counting nose of horney hampsters

Fueled with intense heat

Superman butt fucked the universal joint of

A Toyota pick up truck

Peering up the alley I saw a figure approach

The bag lady with a confused attitude

My exhaust pipe was over extended

Chrome but not pretentious

Pretenders pretended not to pretend

But mom didn't mind

It was the way of the casino of vaugeness

Revolved around nothing

Nothing know anyway













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