A breeze of super heated love the ancients called it
At the forth angle trumped up charges bemoan you
Twas a case of of an eagle eating a chic..... cry folly
Cry folly for Roy was as is his usual MO a by passer
How can you let her use you're premises yet no pay..
Are you Roi for real threatened the pistol service Bro
Yes you are our Bro Intelligence son is you're not..
Not uttered as Kaayan and by it a pointed index mark
Where did the fingerlings who abide by fingering... Eh
Leave a Mark that Roi now you have to be roasted..
The wheels of justice grind and groan in the mean time
Co-Optation has never been sur-judged as a justice means
In Esoteric font Roi Fold you're wings.. Let chics Be..
Who said you have to stay in the form of the Eagle
A Leopard you are an African Black Panthre' On My Mark.
When you see the sky
filling humble eagles,
don't panic because
they are on picnic.
They are chics not chocs...
Kind birds
Just flying all over the sky
highly while watching
the beauty of planet earth...
Which is called "Eaglic
exploration"
Sometimes confused with Angelic
mission.
July 28/2023
Me sweetheart gave me a shirt
with lettering
“how to pick up chics”
I dressed to kill and put on a wig
wore a stylish hat ,I looked like Fabrio
this was better than the dating page
no calling and no waiting
I wore me shirt uptown
surely I would get me a pretty one
I stood by the deli
where the young ones mingle
I dropped me hanky as instructed
oh boy, let’s see who picks it up
one came over and handed it back
“ you may need this if you sneeze’
well that was only just one subtle try
another one came along and who scooped it up
‘oh sir, you dropped your bib’
‘you may need this if you burp’
two down, I hope there’ll be more!
an older lady came up to me
and said “if you want to get one
you have to be young”
“look at me” she said “I’m not young”
but I would certainly like to know you”
“I too am looking for someone”
“one that will be kind to his honey”
“when you are done at this deli
I will follow you out”
but may I have a tissue before I sneeze’?
she did sneeze and her hat and wig fell off
she was me sweetheart looking for a rooster!
An eagle hovers
A hen covers its chics
hen now in eagle's mouth
Fresh kiss....
bottle of wine
Made love til half-past nine,
mellow Hendrix, 'Little Wing'
'Hey Baby' ----
She moaned to it, sighing soft,
purred to it....
A beautiful old music carrying us away;
she was so French, crazy in love ----
romping the house with purple eyes
and little blue(s) pant*es,
I cooked for her dishes, hours
to please her wet-appetite,
insatiable...
always red lipstick thick,
pure white chics;
all Woman,
she was
2 chooks upon a branch,
squalkin sqeekin inhaling ants,
up away from the fox,
singin sweet as goldilox,
brings a tear to mine eye.
good one Russell Sivey, mate....'Two Birds'
some Aussie chickens live up in the trees,
Fox he dont climb so well,
chooks are pleased...
(chook = fowl)
Don
on confessional summer streets of city
the heat scums in like a churlish treacle
in back of the five and dime bodies drift by
cotton barely captures their hides of leather
mock they come feasting their eyes the uninspired the unenjoyed
skin like twined roe on inelegant hilltables of humping asphalt
the fullstomached and the barrenous
the stubblegaited and released obese
the adolescent chics swaddled in microshortshorts and sons and
daughters of their own walk on
sidewalks clotted with dirge
dry bubblegum bandages
and weeping condoms caked with sad and
botched hotdog stands and others hold hands
watching over out back of the fiveandime
clouds scuff in like oldtime washerwomen
scrubbing the spanknew parking meters
and all the cops are at the donut shops
notary publics down to the liquorstore
picking up twofours and molls awol from the junior high
and cocksure dudes drabbed in deadlettered sweatpants
cruising spineblown bars for commandment cheaters
in lunging games of catchascatchcan and
here
on Church Street
one young woman smiling arm in arm
with an elder mother set as a seal upon her heart
and all my transepts spires and bells
rejoice
Fiesty Chics
She knocked me down ,
she slapped me wrist,
We hadn’t even really kissed,
She tied the ropes too tightly.
Up off the floor an I got kicked,
Face down upon the bricks,
This shiela wasn’t flighty,
She clawed my chest I did my best,
Ripped of her bloody nightie.
She pinned me by my bloody ears,
Whispered something so sincere,
Thinking perhaps, I’ll get in here?
And something rose so sprightly.
And then upon my tortured bed,
She sprang and wrestled had it fed,
She rode n rode cor strike me dead,
Explosion it was mighty.
Don Johnson
Robert Haig and his Amazon women hey...
CITY BLUES (triple Etheree)
Hey!
Ol’ man
Weavin’ roun’
Haid be foggy
An close ta tha groun’
(six-feet undah that is)
Hey! man yo chin be runnin’
An I aint jus be a funnin’
Aint got no neck jisa ol’ washboard
Get outa heah! Make yo peace wid da Lawd
Hey!
Ol’ man
Watcha yo smile!
Seen you lookin’
Dreamin’ once in a while
Lookin’ at dem young chics
Hey man you caint get nowheah
You stop ‘n stare jis fohget it!
Yo brain all ‘ROOOGA’ model T Ford
Git outa heah! Make yo peace wid da Lawd
Hey!
Ol’ man
Don’ you go
Givin’ me looks
Like iz a rap-crow
I got nowheah ta go
You think how you got some pain?
I beat yo haid wid yo own cane!
Take yo choice da rivah o’ da morgue
Heah I come! Make yo peace wid da Lawd
I live in the city, illegal they are,
4 chickens, laying eggs, for me
Bock Bock,
She is red and the top chicken,
she loves for me to tickle her
under her wings, the chills and shakes,
She is brave and asks me for love,
Moo Moo
She is red, and next in line,
just copies Bock Bock, envies,
following her to find out how to be,
Jeep Jeep
She is white, third in line,
asks for me to love her,
when the reds arent around,
cant decide if she is red or white,
Meep Meep
She never asks for love,
but i hear her longing,
She is a loner, never following
the most motherly, wanting chics,
She likes cooked garlic, isnt that wierd,
she watches the cats and alarms the rest,
loves to scratch deep and get dirty,
If i could give her a paintbrush she would be the artist,
They say chickens are competitive, and prideful
hence the term: pecking orders,
i have found with enough love, and space,
this is untrue, no fighting, no competition,
Just different, huddling together on cold nights,
chasing each other for fun, sharing the treats i toss,
I think humans are not much different.
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