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PK Wakefield May 2010
12x went resonating careful din
of bells spilt a peeling tone
from the. once quIet.
mighty gray rise
towering cylinderic
face hands clutching
unclutchable liquid
pour over every little shingle
sprawled at your base
so
                                  tell
me
                               this:
what
                          shall
i
                                   #?
May 2010 · 2.7k
and even then.
PK Wakefield May 2010
and even then.
when: ruby sand
rubs youths notions
from thy soft aperture.
still i knee bend
to thy: lady so haloed
in my lashes.
ever always you are mine.
                                           and
                                       so
                                    to
                       ­          am
                                i
                      yours
­         gentle
stem
May 2010 · 593
love house man
PK Wakefield May 2010
)sensual shelter(
love house man
sc
    u   r
       r
    y
scurryscurryscurry
button up cloaks
drip into: streetlight splattered night
hope they don't see your
newly hot skin
as your swallowed by
inky mawed toothless
May 2010 · 1.5k
captivated dusty sleep
PK Wakefield May 2010
dance
     dance
dance
     dance
captivated dusty sleep
(slumber fiercely rust
on playground dreams)
drizzle drawn hood
concrete plane slab

riddled shafty iron
make kind orange-reds
on thy smooth cylinders
blessing my memories tactile

i walked here once


now only in
Morpheus' tender thrall
May 2010 · 608
Untitled
PK Wakefield May 2010
luscious corpse meadow salvation
wet waxy journal scrawled generous

be straight narrow crooked armor amour
fractured ferrous magnetic skin
dry husk sheathing thee: she spun metallic

so, yes, i will



                       but just this








                                                                                                                          once
May 2010 · 802
for all my massed cords
PK Wakefield May 2010
for all my massedd cords.
youfrail, strength Are
supple olive toned perfection
beyond
the capacity of reckoning
warm oil
coils
adroit
PK Wakefield May 2010
what amorous clutched secondS bloom and wither when that silken frame blossoms finger fraught tactile indulgence feathering sane notions of separate rose
May 2010 · 670
the day came raining
PK Wakefield May 2010
the day came raining
(            ever love kissed
son;
       wander caving fluids
hollow stems ascenting)
glimmer specked leaden
******* heavy freckles
wager wet 'gainst dry
peace
          -ful


   gray"
May 2010 · 636
spiral down bodies
PK Wakefield May 2010
spiral down bodies
as our mouths turn toward
each others
erupt frenzied rapture
in a gasping valley
ramble i do testing
every scent i elicit
from the imperfect cure
of her shady lungs
coat me with your
heavy breaths
i'll wear your tongue
on my god
for
this night
May 2010 · 1.1k
chaste stare strewn string
PK Wakefield May 2010
chaste stare strewn string
ever ascend down spiraling
electric kisses to aching abdomen
awaits corrupt dancing handless
fingers articulate blossoms
odoring fleshy fragments
sore friends marry thy
hearts in accurate bleached
bony cages;tremor softly
May 2010 · 746
sudden dawn treader
PK Wakefield May 2010
sudden dawn treader sweet supreme
blond absent sugar brain dithers
on tantalizing cool green reds
traipse proficient dark/light music
into resilient hued rainbows
i challenge any daughters sun
to worship more acutely the pulsing
beat of
           you
                 endless
                             never
PK Wakefield May 2010
do guilty flowers ever sin so savage
as the current elocution of cells
erecting a magic ***** on the saturday
saturated morning she drew
her
lacy clutch 'bout my sinew flecked
artifice
hips2hips
                     i
give her this:                           ME
May 2010 · 864
sweaty;scream
PK Wakefield May 2010
s
w
           e
  a
               ty;scream
flooding painful
          vibrations
into open infinite

                  my

     kidneys

        
                           wish

you'd

                  be


  kind


(perfect golden blood)
May 2010 · 806
outstreched,open,eager
PK Wakefield May 2010
outstretched,open,eager
smooth home wet
collection palms
grace
        timid
napes waxing
                      for
accurate devotions
      broach bearing
pink garden
       oracular bemoan
sudden winter spring
    erupts cold
reds glory on her neck
       the sad glimmer
of shimmerlips
                   i want

those they(soft oral)

***** spun dangerous captivation

     midnight dawns magic
PK Wakefield May 2010
who art thou?dawn caked child
                                      correct
quiet
                      sounds
      so
                               silent
2 tongued
               colour
say                        no

           more
                                   bashful
mirror tones all hushed blues
dapple spring
puddles fresh flesh craves
rubber(yellow)sole
punctuating mirth flavored
moments       fade
     fade
                     f ade

fa d e


                f
    
    a
                

                         d








                                                         e
May 2010 · 796
Tear the skin off your back
PK Wakefield May 2010
Tear the skin off your back
To make yourself wings
Jump off the edge
Cut all your strings

Float on the breeze
With pinions of flesh
Searching yourself
For demons to thresh
May 2010 · 473
like broken hearts
PK Wakefield May 2010
like broken hearts

aching saw dust

there is no glue
May 2010 · 1.2k
hot womb blooms
PK Wakefield May 2010
hot womb blooms
                                "'time is an in-finite mother'"
bursting  belly bloats
withs
econds
creaming
rand
reams
          they cry out
for release
  trapped in hollow tight
but
      they burn
but a second
                      before
smothered by                             passing
                                 kin
smoking from             that                           kiln
May 2010 · 852
accurate exact
PK Wakefield May 2010
accurate exact
daughter of clean confusion
pull all the littles
in straight sounds
arch your back
as you cry a dream from
spent lips

sweet sister you make
my skin ache
so aware of the lack
of your touch

i wish i could be
the canvas of your
hot little nails
slashing delicious
splendor round rough
necks
a nape like no other

you mother of my desire
May 2010 · 886
& shattered cloak of light
PK Wakefield May 2010
& shattered cloak of light
s
           l     in
      p                  t
                                e(Red)
embeds gaspingglowing sharps
dawn caked oblivion boil
penumbral encumbrance
feasting on cusp of day.

i did think this was a pleasant





                                                                   death
May 2010 · 871
grinning(green clad)devil
PK Wakefield May 2010
grinning(green clad)devil
satted silent in
a sharp cafe
waiting eternal

in walks man
sighing sadly sits
across from greengrin devil
forked tongue river
roils implications

"thou art the skin of weak *******"
drips emerald

"this i know, yet unable to face its truth, i find my i"
ripples trite man

in this way satting
supping murky fluid
sin gestates
in celadonian
lips
May 2010 · 643
shivering
PK Wakefield May 2010
shivering

naked

in my arms

wetly:
         kisses

softly:
         touches
PK Wakefield May 2010
a screaming truth in 2 childs
marked hideous dreams
darkness ***** lilac strips
                        o
                     f
bruises billowing under white candor
the multiple me's cram an illusory pose
onto the i of every passing persona
a no different thy then their you's
rabble of moments and memories
carved in physical demeanor
May 2010 · 639
where hard meted soft arose
PK Wakefield May 2010
where hard meted soft arose
a dainty
sanctum: sweet sweaty valley
all peach
an beckoning tone summons roughly

how
         could
i deny
                        THIS
                      
absolute delicate?
May 2010 · 1.1k
a cluttered fragrant death
PK Wakefield May 2010
a cluttered fragrant death
(stark garden
a valley billowing with apathy
sweat scented flavors richly bloom
an
aspect consumed with the tedious
graves accurately graying in verdant profusion
as riven plaited dusty erosion
beckons the touch ofINFINITE drops:

this cloudy cowl drawn taught on
everclear translucent whiskers shorn
from rough bubbling lilies
rivuleting heady green stems
onto the tender hillocks of rocky *******
jut so silently into finite

                                                      ;)
May 2010 · 787
roar? went th,e collaPsing:
PK Wakefield May 2010
roar? went th,e collaPsing:
(a care)ful bellow e x p a n ding
in the divergence of
reason

and


action
May 2010 · 510
iwasrapt
PK Wakefield May 2010
iwasrapt
in violet awe
                                                   at
the shedding of her:
                                      careful skin
precise ellipses
                        p                 e
                           u         l
                              dd
                    in my rapacious palms
a fissure fractures ****** features
            (she:
the sweetest 20
                          i,ve
ever tasted)
May 2010 · 716
spread your tremulous
PK Wakefield May 2010
spread your tremulous
        t
     e a r
        s
in strokes of brilliant radiance
          On alabaster canvas;
                      
                              all shivering stops
at this texture of
                a sparkling cowl
drawn over mine i's
        i ***** at the indulgent
    smattering of cool colours
rippling on the calm cheeks of
                                        A
crying
            
                         sun
May 2010 · 767
firstlight
PK Wakefield May 2010
firstlight
fingered frailing night
             mustering a silent
moan in this, our lady of night's
                        shivering onyx
*******;lacquered with the chromatic saliva
              of a coming day
May 2010 · 958
we were a certain
PK Wakefield May 2010
we were a certain
nothing
soaring on oblivious
pinions;in lonely plumes)blooming
accurate devotions
to AN azure benediction
riot whitely
                     steady disheveled
cumulus culmination
                                     flap
                              flap       flap
                       flap                   flap
your
          exactly
        featheredderehteaf
wings
May 2010 · 631
rightrightleft
PK Wakefield May 2010
rightrightleft
                       slip
          slip
right                     left(hook)
dance d  a  nc    e fleshy mote
in starkness sparkle
pearl violence; youyou you you
thought you
c                     ould
touch me butbu bu bbu
but now
              you wither in a sweatish slumber
on this canvas shore
as a sheet of vibrations corona
on the mingled flames of my accurate
d      e    s    
                    truction;
(did you really think you'd win


                                                        
                    
                                                              ?
                                                                                          )
PK Wakefield May 2010
wallowing a slender: 'iwantyou'
on eager
             auditory
i became raw
  as i
broke her chaste seal
              ;
relinquishing rusty islands
          in                                 A
cotton

sea
May 2010 · 519
you
PK Wakefield May 2010
you
you

you are

you are a

you are a mess

y ou area mess

yo uaramess

y o u
a re a a messssssss
       you r mess
    ssem are you
me youss rae
e
    r   a
m   e
    s
y
    o
u       mess
    you
mess   are
  ss a r
e  e a me
e y
u      ar
me
you are me
May 2010 · 832
hot seconds rollick
PK Wakefield May 2010
h                o                   t
seconds rollick on the
s   e     m  ng
  t     a     i
placenta of this hithering
brimming over an indolent now
                       (coursing minutes flow into puddling hours;
dripping onto: the-yet-to-come)
                      "moist becoming, be A kind happening. for i am not"
came the slippery
whisper
from
unseen
oral
May 2010 · 1.1k
exact sunlight
PK Wakefield May 2010
exact sunlight crafted a sudden touch to my silken edifice as i tender traipsed from the border of my sanctum into the golden clutch of so beautiful a shimmering
May 2010 · 589
i sweetlycrimson
PK Wakefield May 2010
i
sweetlycrimson those
             c
            h
              e
            e
              k
            s
of a porcelain daughter
              h
               a
              n
               g
               i
               n
             g
in the splendored languor
  of a sugar light
dusting her
  with a powdered kiss
exact t
         e
       a
          r
s
rivulet down her soft landscape
           i give my
sinew strewn arms to a clutch
about her gentle a
                                 r
                                   c
                                  s
as her quavering tremble
gasps

a

broken
May 2010 · 649
a 3 goes 1x1x1
PK Wakefield May 2010
a 3 goes 1x1x1
                                                                                        in

procession
                 possessing a multiplicity
that shifts in threeish splinters
                     they mutter hushes
e  n  t   ering
that hallowed cavity
                      of cinematic

                d      
e                           t
                    
                              
                 o                nations

exploding a visual eruption
               on their willing
    1x1x1
                     i's
PK Wakefield May 2010
when cloistered drabs of yellow &
orange
              frail
in the vestige of coming eve
so did a thrush call                the period immediately preceding
                                        it
a silent that became
                                             A twittering song
summoning the claws of
                           my curiosity to rake it
hoping to draw a crimson
                                                        bead
o
                         f

understanding to land on the pool of recognition
still it is never known
                                        nor
                 shall it
ever
                                 be
May 2010 · 3.0k
slippery light boasts
PK Wakefield May 2010
slippery light boasts
languid limbs gestating
in mercurial puddelings
awaiting the destruction
of their tender shafts by
some pale passing
fle(she
bears its ethereal
glow on her pallor
in the                           second of that truculent divergence


                                                                )
May 2010 · 633
next 2 straightdullsilver
PK Wakefield May 2010
next 2 straightdullsilver
                                              (shafting from concreteish
                                               landscape)
wrests a swollen *****

corpulence molds in cylindric fashion
to attain the shape of comfort
as repose consumes her physicality

a man chirps in iridescence tones
to gather her heed on his beckoning

she shatters the womb of stillness
bulging in animation
step
    step
        step
           step
barter at windows sill

(she:)
just a vehicle of pleasure
May 2010 · 653
try to
PK Wakefield May 2010
i
try to
speak
even though
my voice
shakes
May 2010 · 850
spit
PK Wakefield May 2010
escalating adolescents made
babbeling streams                             (of
tongues spitty salivations
)
a lovely home for love
in her hall
i wander
                                trying

to find a bit:
      of useful
    in all this
my beautiful nonsense
May 2010 · 788
few can understand
PK Wakefield May 2010
few can understand
the way the sun shifts
its eager bones
under the touch of night
painting his collar
with soft purples

rapt in this twaining
betwixt illumination
a sultry nightmare
made a whoreish
grin
May 2010 · 464
but i
PK Wakefield May 2010
this moment
struck a hideous pose
but i could not
turn my self
from its
becoming
May 2010 · 725
i recall
PK Wakefield May 2010
i recall: (with some clarity(
a day spread with hot hours
testing the cool root of light
bursting forth the summation of
an instant stretched into
infinite chaste shade) but
however thus
an apple blossom hung
heavy on knowledge)

i hope the suns
challenge to my pallid construct
doesn't engender
a sense of
red
May 2010 · 1.1k
from between 2 somethings
PK Wakefield May 2010
from between 2 somethings
arose a kind erosion
saying, "your you is a light lie crusting on the tongue of truth"
i could not
find a suitable
vocal enunciation to repeal
this tepid assertion
so i gave
him a measure of myself
laughing
May 2010 · 750
apart
PK Wakefield May 2010
n                                      
                                                                                        
                                                                    
                                                                                        
                 i                                                  
                                                                                        
                                            m
                                                                                        
        b     g                   o                              
i am a bit worried. i am a bit worried that. i'm a bit worried that i                 nn
     g  t       o    e apart
                                                                                        
    'm                               c    
                                                                                        
           e                                                      
                                                                                        
                          i
May 2010 · 689
midnight past
PK Wakefield May 2010
pitter-patter
p i
  t
t    erp     at
t
                er
      pit       t  e      r
p   i t t  e     rp a     t        ter
minute feet
  
                  a s
       l                  h)
  p              
(s

in dappling puddlespuddling
in
half lit
hallways
as grandfather's clock coruscates deep
vibrations through this midnight hour
i
peer
         through
                        the
                             vine
                                   caked
frameless translucent notion of thought
                 onto
the pasture of this my memory
                                                      of
                                  a
           midnight
past




                                                         ;
May 2010 · 996
alone
PK Wakefield May 2010
rainbow hand dance fingerless; you child of
erudite bearing archaic
on slippery shoulder
cry's the saffron
star, as the day makes a frail swipe at nights skirt
envelops the granite teeth sifting
cosmic ash drifiting
in from a chronic
melodically surfing the gossamer
plait of that
milkiest

                                  
                                  
                        
                              
                                                            alone's
May 2010 · 644
ugh
PK Wakefield May 2010
ugh
luna lolled a tongue of light through the cottony
bifurcation of fluttering draperies
licking her window with shimmering
spittle
refracted by the pallid idea of her flesh
she seemed a glowing angel of bone
wreathed in this incandescence
i took her sharp words and sewed
her love in the fabric of my being
oh god how i love her virginal
vessel
please won't you give me that gift
let me make your clean all grimy
with my ***** fingers

alas how can such an ugly thing as this me
ever lay in the proximity of a her so achingly right?

i am a nothing and she an everything

please don't leave my sheets this morning
i want to sing your song
bending my tongue about its fragile melody

in the distance a chime murmurs
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