I always have the stangest dreams when I am sick
It's not like I have the choice to pick
Tossing and turning
with my fever burning
I wake feeling like a pile of ick
Breathe in and begin,
let diminished desires die;
Fan feverish flames.
like
tremor
of a leaf
in gale force wind,
that wicked fever
coursing through your fingers
electrocute my body.
your hands give me a wealth of warmth
when days are insufferably cold.
in winter, I crave your feverish touch.
Date written: 06/09/2022
He stood in his kayaker
surveying the dark amber fog,
Creeping towards him,
shedding saffron mist around him.
Yellow livered, he trembled
as tawny chill descended his spine.
He peered carefully around;
afraid he’d see a lemon shark.
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The feverish sun
stretching out atop the sea
sinks, at length, to sleep
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Busy bees, honey please,
fuzzy golden brown seas,
displeased feverish breeze.
I've tried so hard to keep
the bees off the three sheep,
but these bees seem to wheeze
on by the trees and tease.
Gee whiz! Don't they know where
there hive is where they share?
Don't they care birds in air?
Bees full of nectars joy
chasing past a young boy
not the slightest bit coy.
Around the sweet fillies
a garland of lilies;
Millie, Billie, Gillies,
and Willies all whinnies.
Indeed, offspring hinnies;
took heed of the queen bee's
swarm stings, fast run to flee.
I'm runnin , pumpin free
on the edge of the quay.
2-9-2018
I am Dr. Mario and you bow down to me
Look at my convincing skinny body (with green pigment, claws and)
This is not a costume, I am so Italian
I will give you abortion and (I'll eat your babies at no extra charge!)
I am Dr. Mario and I will kill your wives
Come to me when you've been cut by lasers, I mean sharp knives
Brightly colored pills (TAKE THIS!)
Take until it kills (TAKE THAT!)
Just as long as you're ready to PAY! THE! BILLS! (HA!)
In-va-der Zim...de-stroys the world...
Death from above...truth has un-furled
Now you know my name! (WHAT?)
This is not a game! (WHY?)
All you filthy Earthling vermin ARE! THE! SAME! (HA!)
(Doomy doomy doomy doomy) X3
Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom
(Doomy doomy doomy doomy) X3
Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom
Wanna?
Know my?
Favorite?
Food?
Spa-ghet-ti is so good, dude
Some bug
Got snug
Got germed
(Infirmed)
I moan
I groan
Poor me
(Agree?)
Passionately we kiss.
True romance,
I scroll,
softly kiss the collarbone.
Grab my lance!
lets dance,
on sheets of satin,
moan for me in Latin.
We both knew this would happen.
I feel you yearning,
body churning.
I'm learning,
your hot spots.
Burning,
feverish,
my swager
tied in love knots.
Palms a little sweaty,
bug-eyed by
your back-shot..
For months we have been ducking each other,
friendly exchanges, flirtatious winks,
and booty slapping
in passing.
Masking,
our true feelings,
lasting impressions, left silent
in our daily dealings.
Evolved finally into
sexual healing..
Dripping,
sweat soaked,
provoked,
under my yoke,
I stroke.....
Jared Pickett
1/19/2010
Asavvy1
... mirage shimmering,
bluish distance quivering,
my soul fevering...
I rest in my head without a trace of a doubt
I invent rivers and oceans and what love is about
Sceneries amazing and views breathtaking
Words of wisdom and friends worth taking
I allow in my head days of serenity
Where oceans meet and humans take pity
I can see warm winds and cloudless skies
At home I see mum's delicious apple pies
I awaken too early from my peaceful slumber
The peace I found was alas just a number
The dreams I dreamt and the seclusion I felt
Made my toes tingle and my heart melt . . .
Dizzy gratitude in the laze of noon,
Ink parading splendour on sheets of paper,
Gone is the beautiful world,
Reduced to minute filigree,
And hello to grades of redshift ladder,
Ascend my passion to prestige, where
Lecturers’ preaches are to the deafs,
Words come in sleepless thousands,
Words within words in disillusion,
Oh imagine the look on inspired immortals,
Seeing us digging in slavish faints, for
No pot of gold. No pursuit of searing passion,
Just a piece of paper at the end of the rainbow,
Seeds of knowledge to sow, an echoed
Numbness in cavernous silence,
Our lives a game of chasing tail,
Awaiting the end of a sentence.
Time’s up. Stop writing.
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