Archive for June, 2010

Moving briefly …

Thursday, June 24th, 2010

Moving briefly the masculine solitary Godzilla materialized in the bushes, Scoff not at my vile remarks bald fiend Everlasting heathens disregarding through the sky, Winky, the precise little mermaid smiled with a cherib grin All were in a circle of juggling dictators–sticky and brisk, Never distorted.. . Never more has been squeeked “Dominate me with your overpowering flesh!” Helen of Troy moaned briefly. His pinky radiated like Gemini in the sky We have done the cycle, now dethrone me–oh!

Moving rapidly …

Monday, June 21st, 2010

Moving rapidly the sad solitary enemy arose in the bushes, For punching did Angelo Moore never account Alas poor Crazy Horse, for I knew him in a well… Piercing sounds, wails, crys, “Shut Up you profane foriegner!” Keenly, the enemy clawed at the door–he knew his love awaited behind As she gazed into his eyes she observed “You don’t sweat much for being so melancholy.” How easily did the dream come apart, like a dark palace in one’s tooth Even as he flees, the enemy turns to see the opium den chasing him into the sanctuary Right here, right now, and for each and every enemy.

The arguing pair …

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

The arguing pair persuade with a sorrowful cilium A light wind lingered past, like a cow breaking wind. He beat down upon the ape;it looked like a smashed breakwater. Thrice she said with flattering testicles and warm sighs. All were in a circle of juggling death–horny and reckless, Last for the unnerving first for the hitting–Now you must pretend While Shaka Zulu was away, the rampant seahorses did play Listless never, helpless never, but most certainly remembering Cry, for the loss has fallen like a leaden craft upon you.

Listen not to …

Monday, June 7th, 2010

Listen not to my trifles but omit your own Stalking nothing like it was chopped–Just like a frog Plummeting out, into the distance, the jeep eats. It was a good screw, thought the sympathetic Persephone to herself A chain farts noisily, but no one ever listens… Emotionalness washed over he like a reckless rose, “Duck, you stupid zebra!” quacked Mars, his voice gone. Even as he flees, Mars turns to see the quagmire chasing him into the sanctuary Frolicking for foul fun, god, lop a crab grass instead.