Another reason for languages

Fluent in truancy a juvenile inadequacy. So when she spoke in French to me, ‘je m’appelle Fifi’ I didn’t have a clue what she meant. then with great intent she said, ‘je veux faire l’amour avec vous; I still had no clue so I went fishing instead…

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Glued

Stay here with me to watch the moonlight and stay here with me until the sunlight sets the two of us free lay here with me tonight…

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Lay back and think of poetry

Iniquity comes here to sit with and talk to me and I’m at a loss to explain how it knows my name. If a bit of pain does you good I must be  in a stupor feeling fuckin’ super anyway she’s to blame because, and the reasons elude me when I strip down to be…

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Butchers

She convinces me and the night slips into bed with me. The warrior worries that he hurries too much perhaps that’s a touch, touch too far. We are heads on the block and the guillotine’s stuck stock in the pot and no one gives a fuck, let them starve or eat cake how I ache…

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Emotion detector

If I hold my second breath and you raise me ’til I fold and the hand of God reached out to me to paint old into my hair and my eyes were seven diamonds on two hearts then could we share a love that finds a way through the fleeting tremors of our lives? I thought…

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The flash cube

I could read you some smoking hot papers and you could get high on the vapours, or possibly go A to Zee in the pages of our dictionary, she says, I’ll give it some thought. Then I get an F for the fantasy I thank her and she goes and blanks me, this is not…

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Starred

You can drink me in and lip sync me out I love it when you’re all about me. my shoulder to cry on to live and to lean on to cry on to die for the reason I try more and more for. She plants a kiss on me a scented blossom tree senses running…

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The reader

  Catch me quickly I think.   If I fell who could tell would I not look the same?   But the pen is a sabre that cuts as I labour to etch in the lines.   My lips turning blue as I suck on the nib sucking life out of you, who else but…

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Registers as present

I didn’t want this never saw it coming there was never a trailer … for the featured failure. a main attraction is the smallest fraction of the biggest sum split into two the sons of a gun. but perish the thought if you think that I’ve bought a ticked box of fancy, she wouldn’t let…

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The witching brew

No one signed up for this line up or lined up to sign up for the line up they line us up to sign us up anyway, there is passion here fruits to fashion love and or fear do not abuse the gift. I have a phonograph, a camera and an autograph of Joe DiMaggio…

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Keep off the grass

Want to write, right? not safe or boring because that’s boring and safe,   let’s write about Love and the chain that binds us to love and the pain, we should write about poverty before we write about riches, honestly honesty is the best policy unless your policy is dishonesty undress the shadows and dress…

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and is that Love?

Let’s cry our tears at what it cost shed our skins at what is past and go on, forwards, so long, see you later I’m just a waiter at the table of fables salient facts attack us all.   I want to cry with the blueberries take sherry with the Marchioness it’s not going to…

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Based on a true story

Is she hot? well. she’s got that spice, not too much sugar and that’s quite nice, but is she hot?   there are scorch marks where she walks she breathes fire when she talks so what do you think?…

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Chariots

I got no time so I’ll lay it on the line, you and I twenty four hour clock let’s rock ’til we drop.   The vestal virgin’s surging ahead and now I’m off limits and she’s losing the thread.   Bed, the last bastion I’m  getting my skates on, but she’s like a block of…

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The shrapnel shower

Dangerous, are you? of course being dangerous depends on your point of.. ..who do .I think I am kidding?   Dangerous makes us do their bidding.   There can be no denying that there’s no use in trying to think that I’m brave,   if necessary it’s women and children to the back of the queue…

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Tuning up

Vibrations emanating from her body fascinate me… totally. I hear her breathing, watching silently automatically I fall forever under the spell…

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The dancing

  Are you thinking of me the way I once thought of you?   all colours lead to blue.   Ah and where does that lead us to?   wherever it’s never enough…

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Class 4x

Because I like it this way this way is the way that I like it, she writes letters in Sanskrit on vellum, I take these words out and I sell them because she likes it this way too. At times I wonder who we’re trying to fool. She schools me indefinitely I adhere to her…

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Scotch mist on toast

Shapes, drifting leaves? who believes in the powers of magic? I trick my way in stir the pot they begin to chant. I am or so it is said halfway between life the other half owned by my beautiful wife it leads as it will and I have my fill until my fortune is set…

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jenny

She spins stories like spiders spin webs I am spellbound…

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