WANT
Let's find someplace hot and secret and make it hotter, or dark and wet and make it quiver.

Want is wind inside her blouse
Skin in prickling but
the waiting for the want to be reciprocated
Slips my heart into my sock.

Wanting you is sleep enduring
Wanting now is now now now

Cleanly sucked my cherry gem
by you, my mind brushed through
your fingers,
splinter of my body digging
softly wake abrading
down your tunnel is
I Want.

Your nocturnal visit spun dreams of
you:
laughing, closely, hair, softly

Will you wait in wallowing me?
Pass some time in scheming skin.
You have me by my nipple hairs.
I have me having you in my
sleepy head - Wine and winding.

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THE LOINS OF THE OTHER GUY
About the present situation:
Diarrhea every day
But that's the worst of it.
Waking up wanting to fuck him.
Sleep. Tweaking nerves thinking
About her being fucked by him, his
Cock rubbing against her panties he's
A virgin for Christ's sake and he took
Off his pants
Before she did so he could
Grind his vein
Into her salty welling up inside
It
Turns
Me
On
Though it used to make
Me Angry
used to turn
The world
Against me.
Now:
His lips
Her want
My eyes
And windows.

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CRYSTAL PIER
Red light appears
When her lips part, cool
Words fog up my eyes.
The red light flashes.
She grows dim by the docks.
She has on high striped socks.
She was only on vacation
From boy school.

Barbie dolls and baby-t's adorn
Entire rows of phone booths
Where sits a youthless generation
Cast outs and clods
The stench is overwhelming
Pressed against the Barbies and the glass
Calling their friends in the morgue.

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FOYER
Palm up falsetto
Bucking down in
your lap
She claps
A giggle
With her lashes
Busting open she
Laughs
At all the left over
Colors you've
Spilled in her
Hair and you
Guess or you swear
That nowhere is
better than
here

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THE MUCKRAKER
I've been wasted so long
i don't know how I'm holding
still but maybe
I'm not
maybe I'm
(distance makes webbed feet
grow garish in a thumping beat
where blisters pop up through your skin
and foliage makes a fetid grin -
The Duck-Walk feast will overtake
the summer porn-fest on the lake
in importance and excitement.

Ten summersaults Duck fakes in jest.
A Whirling Dervish makes the rest
of the guests wet with inspiration,
they follow Duck in consternation
down the bank'ed river street
into black muck dark and deep

that's been waiting so long
to get something to hold on
to.)
the duck
or maybe
i am (holding, still) and I'm
the muck.

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COMA
Two memories conflict:
One is of a mod, throwing a rock at a Chinese peasant
In a field of barley
He stands while pissing
And winks at a pretty girl passing
Horrified.
The other is of
His aunt
Killing a chicken
In the kitchen of the farmhouse
In that same field.

He finds there
His liver spotted
Memory eggs
He cannot guess at these tears' meaning.
He is left to speak out of the left side.
He cannot remember when the sound
Of voices
So annoyed him
But his mind was full of windows
But he couldn't ignore ignorance
Ignore sloth through pointed inaction

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HOARD MAGAZiNE