Tuesday, February 16, 2010


She joined at 19. Disjointed as a huckster. A bindu busker. Some shit on the wipe of sunrise. The slapface of sun, and its tawny breakfast. Not the shored orient of luxury and the drug addict's quietus and bullshit the feel sorry for the self that the Lady despises . Holding it nothing in her currency

Troops of stigma and the echo over the plate of azure . And this way bliss her breast. Jill to Mona in the swinging he
r black black balcony velour her fever what would you know about this?

She went back counting the pages. Not regnant to her forest but tipped to her teepee. Double bond blonde lover to the loving bodies

and the awkward ~

Disjointed as the hooker's dissertation and over the roofs of Montparnasse the old Paris says ~ S ee ~ the Revolution .