Handful of young ass just skin fat tissue animal cells blood
But he had to have it
BABYGIRL ass
BABYGIRL skin fat tissue animal cells blood
She knew the way her body felt in the palm of his hand
She felt it
All followed by a firm squeeze from his muscles nerves brain
SIR PLEASE!
pussycuntvagina
backwardsbentoverallfours
Verbal diarrhea,
Stunk of Maker's Mark
Got her in a corner
Spouting out the 'babygirls'
BABYGIRL C'MON BABYGIRL
PLEASE SIR PLEASE
Handful of young ass
A red toaster
Newest model automobile
Shiniest, toughest foil for food
Shirts that smell like the store hangers still
Had to have it
Couldn't not have it
She knew it She felt it
Only begged, "SIR, this is just another body"
5.31.2009
arrival and departure
MISTER Robert Flores
MISTER Thomas Leonard
BLUE BELL TRUCK DRIVER
(with thick country accent & southern pride),
Please tell me where it is you are going,
What mountains you are about to see!
Long night?
Long travels ahead?
What does HOME look like?
OH!
The Grape Vines! The Mojave! The Appalachians!
Blue Ridge! Smokies! Rockies!
I am dreaming, again.
Went & forgot your name.
You got so irritated & hurt.
Just wish you could understand.
Please come back soon.
MISTER Thomas Leonard
BLUE BELL TRUCK DRIVER
(with thick country accent & southern pride),
Please tell me where it is you are going,
What mountains you are about to see!
Long night?
Long travels ahead?
What does HOME look like?
OH!
The Grape Vines! The Mojave! The Appalachians!
Blue Ridge! Smokies! Rockies!
I am dreaming, again.
Went & forgot your name.
You got so irritated & hurt.
Just wish you could understand.
Please come back soon.
5.30.2009
Ecocide
The ends of fingers have gotten heavy
There are no ridges of sand at the bottom of the water to feel
And if there was
They have been landlocked for years in the spilt insides of the Appalachians.
The interstates and accents and God make the water stand still
So no body ventures down stream, through the canal, out to the ocean;
Though, brain cell fog and heartless optical nerve spite staying and loving.
Simulated fish swim away from each other in frenzy.
Salt in the water breathes righteously,
There are no ridges of sand at the bottom of the water to feel
And if there was
The ends of fingers have gotten too heavy to lift and touch and experience.
They have been landlocked for years in the spilt insides of the Appalachians.
The interstates and accents and God make the water stand still
So no body ventures down stream, through the canal, out to the ocean;
Though, brain cell fog and heartless optical nerve spite staying and loving.
Simulated fish swim away from each other in frenzy.
Salt in the water breathes righteously,
knowing simply and fully all of it, everything
The creator, tiny and infinite and CELLULAR.
The creator, tiny and infinite and CELLULAR.
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