~*~
*Mentally Meets the Sexcapade*
Know a sexy,
sweet,
and signal--
perturbed, imbibe, in hib it you 000
making me own moon he,
and lucking
for the rot pear tee--
and if you're free spot year's bossed gum at may if you like what you
[sigh]
the original blokesy verbic comes to live in our cleavage
TNN molded cups and
Harlequin temptation (s!) pinches 'n crumbs--
Miss Sweet, tie signal luddite've the Moth. You're numb, you're email--
'Tis state of the art single pour technique, in a Swiss miss --
sweet sighs
and in ruptured rolling of eyes-
~*~
*Boys With SARS (Americana)*
Forever given PhDs,
& clean cut like the zip of a tomato
suchly down the sink panic ensues.
Boys right now are probably playing in the mud, in the town.
The single digit art gave a range on the bread of angels’ hairs.
& if boys breathe the permanent poison gas, an occlusion of game
boy, I believe riding becomes the attack
of gender behavior. In middle school there
was nothing required. Comes up with an idea,
fire in the hole. Playing at the field championship
we were dying to get into. Fighting knife.
Who has it worse?
The invisible hand is descending. The boys’ little stars
shoot stars in my mind’s night sky.
Junior bores. Some metro opening opens. The future, with incorporation,
can go to the schedule like a lone pepper. In
the bid under boy film stars. Gender gap brigade hyacinth. &
like-minded scientists give a sign, a possession that excited her.
In subjects like math comes a cat with the right moves--
the vitamin C. Boys
who play guitar, some of them like Penelope. Girls
are drinking like boys. Who doesn’t have a certain boy,
a counter-bias? The color of dimmed lights sprouts
like rose on your boy’s mouth. Like a fun vampire movie,
like an eternal child,
the London groundskeeper blasts, who’s being transformed, them or us
~*~
*Wilt the Glove*
Four-post of my problems,
Send your gentle heart on the
Day Of. Will you follow
my counsel, Wonder Bread of
Woolen Hole? A small and less
Weapon. Sickling,
the special is ready,
in a candle, for you,
Pine tree of mine.
~*~