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Alcoholics Ineffable Nostalgia

Beautys may
Being so
Intimidating as

If curve
Of violence
Came always

So stimulating
Queen
Queen

To wager
Then know
Ideology

Hurdles
Individual
As

Dictator
Merely
Straddles

Love
As such
A harness

Ineffective
For why
Should she

For settles
Sake take a
Stroke of

One while
He in turn
Stroke stroke of

Every you
Know queen
Queen with

Remember then
Know forgets
Hands of held

And bodies
Unscathed
By moonlit

Night theres an
Ocean in there
Somewhere but

Seek the
Hue which
Fits not

Right and
Then again with
Blotted cheek

And perhaps
Overripe the
Sun falls heavily

Upon despite and
Lack gains its
Might but its

All right. It
Is all right.
Was it love

Maybe love
Who will ever
Know for the

Irrational is
His echo the
Irrational is

His echo.

jesus cancer man thats deep

Love Poem Composed During Daytime Nap

It’s only nonsense
If the effect
Brings liver pains

And you’ve forgotten
To relax, exhale,
That sensibilities

Are various, and beautiful things
Shall, eventually, all blithely transfer.
I, too, am learning this

Tonight, as I have traded armor
For rejoinder, with a receipt
Clause ensuring even the lips

Minuscule intangible.
And, also, I have traded my sword
For beguiling pupil glint--

Matching my girl, who is breakable
With eyelids blue, who inspires
Thoughts about clouds,

Sticky newborns, and the depth
Of the grasss hue.
Too many things and too soon…

We are elbow to elbow
In an elusive room.
In the window:

First a cat, eclipsing
Candle, and then a
Saffron moon.

Yes, tonight, all girls
Breast nipples are iridescent tingles
And never redundant,

Though, sometimes at odds,
Like Picasso’s saccadic eyes,
Which are now everywhere housed

By someone saying,
:No flashbulbs please,:
And always admiration, etc., or

Something, and, regardless of hour,
The ubiquitous hipbone nooks
The frangible torso,

And an eclipsing
Cat is saying,
:Indeed,

It’s true.:

You are a lovely young lady!
Stay that way :-)

Man I love the Finnish girls!! :-)

Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.
The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.
Tomorrow, when resurrection comes,
The heart that is not in love will fail the test.

Charlie Chaplin’s Dead

Imagine fundamental
Sepia rust and
Arms intertwining

Old-fangled
Content era
And that eye

Look! And this
Woman with
Eyes like

A baby deer!
And even the
Frill dress

With more
Integrity...the pupils
So fixed with

Some aspect love's
Bull’s-eye. A different
Era when a

Girl named
Maria would
Scissor their

Gizzards to light-
House your
Faith.

Today,
We do meetings my
Name's blank and I'm blank...

And giddy as
We fuck ruin
Each other.

Troubled by toasters,
Thumb tacks, and
Quixotic digitals.

Charlie Chaplin's
Dead.

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And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss