A work of progress. Title: Pending

A tender gentleness that can move with the urgency of a crisis.

I chase inspirations like foxes chase scents in rutting season.

A perfect copulation is an aphorism well formed.

Like a child awakening in the mind of infinity I feel reassured by the fertility of my seed./

/I feel overwhelmed by the reassurance of my need.

/I feel a trace of regret that cannot bleed. 

/I feel a little woozy when you come inside of me. 

/I taste flowers of dew drops instead of tears.

/I take a few flowers like a few years. 

/I flew paper planes in the influenza cold rains. 

/can you feel the longing for addictions not yet formed?

/I see as ice is cold a brilliant light of unchanging possibility.

/A long line of giggling nuns insert their punch cards inside the crucifix for punctual pleasures. A joke fit for a king. 

◄ Love Is Nameless And Yet Named

I live in luxury at Cuntgrope Lane ►


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Blue Of Noon

Wed 20th Nov 2019 19:02

"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind" (Dr Seuss)

"As long as we allow convention to govern us we will never make progress" (Myself)

"The next time your mind wanders, follow it around for a while" (Jessica Masterson)

I particularly enjoyed the Dr Seuss.

A conventional progress?

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Don Matthews

Tue 19th Nov 2019 22:17


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