Monday, April 05, 2010

get out of her

 In bed sweating. Jill enters. Finding. Get in. Get out extremis exiting entrancing. Sign so the sign of lust. In this way no lover leaves. They're double-beaded in the long goodbye. No one holds it against anything to . Well, we don't know Jill rambles. Come along my folly! this woman wants your tuba! O vulva of the fat winding wind!


_____________At dusk boot smoke rising. Flame of hurricane and the bloody birth of a poet her text tisseued born of its levity and pride the love of life the box top of breeze and the 

the steering sky of above .

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