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The Raunchy Haunch

“Quick smart struck onion!
You metronomous fishy tail!
You’ll not be taken in by me, 
you fraudulent legume!”

I seemed to have soundly unsettled her
Set her mind cross firing, flailing
But it’s not such a thing to be nettled for
No reason for wail and paling

“Quick, smart, lush young-one!
You’re melodious, pithy, hale!
I’m already taken much with you; 
please do let me resume!”  

Still I unbloomered my hand and bloused it
Found her skin a singin’ an’ tinglin’
Thrilled firm and brazenly arouse-ed 
Her dissent clearly dissemblin’

“Oh quick, start, rush lovin’!
My ‘band’s a louse, gritty, stale!
But he’ll not be taking long from now, 
or so we should assume!”

That’s when I heard an unsettling foot step
Eared hobnail booting scooting
And so sought out the exit I 'ad free kept
Flash fear foul intention mooting

Quick; dark, hush, re-button!
Your ‘band sussed our betrayal!
I’d best be taking my leave ‘bout now,
I’ll see you in no time soon!”

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Tanabata Knock

Medusa’d
dishevelled, 
and snake oiled gleaming

That day of grey Tuesday was remediously teeming

Simply chilli,
chopped onion,
or tragedy-eyed streaming



Girls Gone Wilderness, 
cling-filminess;
two sopping wet cupfuls

I opened, then poured some number of n-tuples

We were one o’ those 
fight nail,
tooth pick olive,
and lemon twisted couples

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Bed's Spring

I am the dawning man                        
The waking limb                                    
An unbowed willow                      

You are the dusken girl
The tangled sheet     
A dewed down meadow

We are sown seeds
Folded into the earth
Whose roots weave
And cannot be unpicked

We are green leaves
Laced with silk
In whose curl
Transformation sleeps

We are a chrysalis!

Love seen in a Rorschach!

A dog eared page of poetry
That is sealed with glue

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Gale In the Night

“There were silver sparrows
feeding in the shadows
of bricker-bracken
on fresh pine nuts
from an old hope chest’s cones

Theirs were waning wings
tarnished in the window
of a bricked-up build
with a china hutch
from an old age gone long

I came on haunting heels
creeping like a widow
of a blacked-out bond
who misses much
from an old age gone long

It’s all an adage gone wrong”


That’s how you sang 
like a gale in the night
and the stars met
that had been crying out for eons

I cut my hand 
on the feather in your hair
and the sun set
as a drop of blood into the ocean

I felt so sane
with an eye to your words
a striving get
for seeds still being sowen

I swear the wind has never blowen