Blas Poems - Poems about Blas

...do you remember those seals the malleable anchor i told you i would learn to sculpt chiseling the seal you wanted you threatened to fill the bath a freezer for the fish buy a place in the count......

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...salient arguments whirlwind across the floor rugs of rolling hills closets filled yet more the ones we never speak of portraits fleering infinite mirrored reflections walls of respective dista......

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...today i will wander to the brothel those divine friends of Jesus where i will intercourse with the ladies in my growing Spanish write some lines to ponder while they wash clothes and bathe i th......

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...i suppose they will all be soon to depart the danish girl has removed her top the germans will soon follow suit the french girl will arrive soon minus everything there goes the male tourist d......

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...she sells goat's cheese, not my favorite plying the beach ramada to ramada at times she sits with me lowering the basket from her head her clothes are worn, patched i roll eggs, beans, chorizo i......

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...waiting in the silence for the energy to run aground yet what flotsam the surf gives up it will have to keep i always jetsom, i never lagan Humpty Dumty, friends with superglue are not always r......

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...the boat is as weathered as his face it is his life, his treasure steering the prow to sea hours before dawn and in that darkness, the nets are set small talk meanders the ponga time to catch up......

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...i admire and love these creatures we call birds watch in envy the soar, dive those landings of awkward elegance internecine territorial disputes, my laughter salubrious songs of the morning, my ......

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...we poets are waiting for the moonset sitting on my balcony, evolutions shamans now wandering the beach we are solving every social ill while walking Blake's path of excess to some palace of wis......

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...somewhere in the north snow lies at your feet the avifauna still gather upon the roof where you would scatter crumbs for them, our broken bread mumbling about a one loaf love i am having t......

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...Cowards die many times before their deaths… Julius Caesar, Act II, Scene 2 ~William Shakespeare spouse a souse classic grouse a big girl's blouse portent ominou......

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...No man can resist a stay, a jewel of sovereignty where real boys play. No inkling of poverty can describe your land, its beauty and its deserted clay. Strangled by loss of wisdom they come t......

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...Princess HIV/AIDS A-Speaking "Mankind,You Know Me as HIV/AIDS.. With all due respect I really dont care about your Philosophical Bla Bla Blas about Me.. Who does Man Say My Ancestors Are.. L......

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