My first hard-on occurred... Morganna Fairchild.
now we are both the same age looking back
at that young sprite kills me in the Ivy league b-movies
    no apologies or blouses are necessary
women are better than anyone else.

there is someone inside you
that makes me cry when you leave
like a cat in the house who cannot help
nor does it like me
nor does it -the oscillating fan
I also hide from the cold blow
until even my sackcloth doesn't want me
but you will endure the watch- until you turn away
from the post you held from inside my bedroom door.

my youth fades away.

bittersweet Lava,
the blue breath sprays
  the paint of the ocean
the sentiment of your River
Trecks back to pig buried under beach
   of Happy fools, that let
the Sand in your wet swimsuit
left drying on your Rocker,
Flip! that first string of pearls through  
the Summer air.
of *Wagner

when did waiting for then to like me
become being ok for them to hate me?

Try as I might- the earth has met its match  
covered-up by ineffectual tides
    convenience stores or outcasts-

  in these first dimensions,
I was hollow
as a foot blots its puddle
it's at its' very means to become without.

taken swift life selfie

From Alahska
to Illenois
or Ohaio
let's go to a Farest
ow pounce upon you
   loud vibrates loose fairies
foreign love,
my shadow in thy mascara
run deep in you
shaken all thy nighties.

the dance to end
kings and queens don't step aside
and I stood a line for this.

we had our chance
so I make room for someone else
and I stood in some line for this.

with human resolve
for every death they promised to cure
and I stood in a line for this.

and for my children's children to survive
when I couldn't bare to have to see them here
I stood in that line for this.

blossom red petal
      by soft ways the earth glances
carries deliverance.

(is there someone out there
building a curtain
Check under every girl's basket,
   four leaf emeralds  
   wormy PCApples
   fake crystals
dealers of death!

   you expecting a baby in 9 mos,
oil can shocker!
yellow road trash
- my brains courageous
XXXhearte
  mums dead
I sleep,-hardly
we laughed at the munchkins
failed the crops not found me in
my  *No-no! place like home.

how many times must I ask why
the snow birds fly
nor the girls draw me water\at the Christian college

miss miracle
that hug melts in my arm,
i press  my nose into your head
and you ask
do i believe in miracles like you

even doctors start somewhere

I am erasin'
next to my child nearly dreaming.
hunker down near a track
and place The Pink Pearl
and every day we smog
want to be like Justin T... and "Lovin' it"
but this begins our great purge song.
These are wmd's.

trying my best to play nicely
as a runaway
 unglued
to burn my deep pockets-
she has great lakes
but tripping over her white lashes.

"be safe,"* plainly said, it goes without saying,
and to fare thee well - alas, my friendship has to go on without you.

your light...
the fast kid i wish onto
     the nerves never could've had two
just lines thew ya
to break on through ya

looks like my vacuum forgot
to use the bag
why does she rock it up
I'm no Picasso
we sold it on corner for
next weeks rent.

I'm sep ar ated

d'like Mac 'n' Cheese!'  
from within grown-up-laws
   a raw crust on the edge
seals the deal...
from you became, just teenie
from inside tiny cups.

I defy these hands are a dome
that scream unseen
that turns back economics
the other half of me gets drunk
includes women and children
the other life was interesting
how much did you think this worth
when was a tower center.

don't complain! having to be kissed
    by a pink Barbie EMT;
as a senior frog
who only wants the clear puddle
to come... but by shock! of her paddles.

in plastico flip-flops riding to los lamos
to the other side find johnny darko
singing to Baja sol-a-ding-dang
turned to eating in your fringed shorts
bananas and me in my pajamas.

listen like thieves
is good each Irish ******
and trip to Killarney
the perfect pour running over
amid Jameson whiskey
full of pride, the people the country
wonder how that
blonde devil inside
lives without suicide!

Once upon a midnight dreary
we dyed our shyness sweetly  
and to hide my blushing nearly
I hid my in my ringly
slapped our friends merely
time sordidly
cherry cordial
whatever missed I'm friendly,
I give you my courtesy.

a gift is not truly unless sacrificed

I sleep in sheepish clothing,
   either ways lonely,
in any day, now's going,
   the take's- is a gray.
  
I am nuts and bolts crazy
   to have you-inside-me

and it takes- just a little' crayon
to make up, what's inside you
   or what I likes is the pillO
and to be going withon
life never frightons me
  but always finds

This tag is about perfect mistakes-
what we can only claim to be doing
being wrong, once.

does it matter, to what's living
space loves in you
once I lift its bells
does it matter, to what's running
art summons in us
once the field in us becomes lazy
does it matter, to what's troubling
times rebel in you
once a test fails
does it matter, what's calling
home is solid,
once you've yelled
does it matter, what's a matter, once
oceans walled or these trees have felled
in these celluloid islands of you.

food can we comprehend
100, 200, 2000 years I  have not seen
till this middle age
and lay my hungry for execution
I can see the waste is just me....
I have no use for food
without it providing a space to know me.

you must have felt
yo are beyond this nothingness;
belief in the perhaps
what if there is something else.

on the radio, they said yawns were contagious
athletes, performers all yawn just before.
it raises the awareness and the heart rate.

they said pack animals -lions, dogs, your nieces or nephews
they trust you if you do... and then, they do it back.
it prepares us for the hunt.

I tried with someone at work, but
they did  not kindly yawn back;
will I stop believing in the radio,
or that I really don't like co-workers.

Every day, my girlfriend shows me
how much amore lover
when I ask, May I kiss you?"
and she says, don't bother,
...true- if you have to ask her.

I laugh my *** off
just thinking about
ripping a hole
in your fat sweat pants
until I got a hair caught in my throat. (I'm choking.)

   You OK?

well.. I'm having a coughing fit.
(I'm turning all red.)

    Can I help?

I'm drinking a cup of water.    
(running to the kitchen, choking wildly fumbling
through the cabinets, looking for your cups)

    Come back to me, lover.

I'm washing the cup now?

Almost free before the same dream i
Come to the door to come out.

science named (scratchin myheadulus)
   circa duh dynasty,  of lordship
homevalley ties it up somewhere
between this is not over... near the dog dish
Q'smArtsalots
circular table of embarrassed posts
plain tiffs  de centralized combats
questions and rebuttals

3/1                           9 : 3 0 A M                 1 0 : 0 0 A M          1 1 : 0 0 AM
SCI Kitchen      Orange RangeTop    /  Tom Saw years  /   5 min. brain

Agent silent lamb >
   Why are the year's crying?                          
                                                                                                   < Dr Lecture
                                                     ...find how are omens without you?
Agent silent lamb >  
   Yes, its slaughtered in me, every early Spring.          
                                                                                                    < Dr Lecture
                                                    *Then... you know its heart of darkness.

F-wasted eddy
Somerset is bittersweet
lower me lower.

way down the runway
we go
undercover
a desert every mile
you mark me with your smile
pulling that ring onto another
flattop highway
and this  backseat spring meant for no other.

Fa la la
I'm not
My car
Pink
Or glows
I believe
Justly
Blew up.
Thank you so

Sun quick convince me.
What's more cared for, then believe
if your's more is cash.

A dont try
I can't
Uk kiss or wait for you
To answer phone calls
I have new interesting clothes you wanna see?
if I call you in july
Please pick up but
Before December.

Mono no aware is a Japanese  name for an emotion of bittersweet awareness that everything is temporary... like cherry blossoms on the tree are linked to you as
a feeling in your stomach sometimes you felt

YouTube
13 Emotions You've Felt But Never Had a Name for.

#6. Mono No Aware

First Wrote by
ZOO
Dec 2021
(warm blossoms in your stomach
Sit and sing feels love)

47 views
Liked by
 Irving MacPherson
  Deb Jones

My drive-in hides me
   in sully lanes, a hole to punch it  
as with funny jokes of this body of mine,
  up there, you are a lot of face;
for golden screening of minstrels
and that blood is very essential,
to throwback to that place.

kick in the face.
Probably
Not new.

Hold still
Perplexed
One
Waits
For the other.

To my neice a. English teacher, I'm sending bad this poem back to
Mermaids
Like you who sing
It must be true to be tough
Like In winter
I know now Peaches.

Teach me to decide
Decode
I can't
Nuts
But listen

I'm awoke
It doesn't take much more than a whole lot of me
A light shining through the grey
Heart every breath inhale
Like a bird above

places I go fill
crows ring my ear circling
belly's laughing sore.

...

Oh that kiss made-us -
  miss one another when we're through with each other.

ON all four paws, running
I made faux pas, in my stepping
I now am hanging on to forgoing  
but forgot, when to make the easy lay up.