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Deseri

Krome and black
curved as sensational as your back
hung my heart as cheap as it was
your four speed two door
you broke in through the doors

aphrodisiac perfume
the expensive lick of purple
candles
suffuse your room
Thursday Child
far to go

love stalled and fallen
push start to roll

"unzip me"
a calve lain across
in the tube screen
threshold glow
pull it from your ankle
grip show

the master of disguises
in an audience
of the Special One
numero uno
shattered by the beam
of rage and pain
and sated
held fast
by the fascination
of the rains

holding your sweet
umbrella
to a bus that never
comes

the steps in puddles
you command
the solemnity of
the skateboarders
bandstand

There you lean
shoulders width
lightning mind
cracking codes
the godess

Here I stand
sowing feilds
of madness
your scarecrow
acres
village of ghosts

needle and a pin
the lanterns glow
ochre inked
I tend you
too
ere I roll

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you are the only one
who can open
any mental door
and all will lie on the floor
pile upon piles
of thousands of doors

sharpi Parker Pen
mascara eyeliner tip
smearing love
lines
orchid fingerprints
wrapped wound
pulling taught

the circle
crop
mystery
rush
tumbling
let go
crumpling lost

exxx
citement

dilate me
a word
inhaled
breath
sypnase
bone chewed
jump

sizzling
the mad
hump
adrenalin
pump....

author comment

to go down
to the sump
then upwards
pump?

reverb an audience
otherwise why bother to write at all?

I think of Burroughs shooting his wife
the car crashes
suicides
writers are frightful
the creative fires
consuming
everything and everyone

Mansefields Olds
etc..

Write...find creativity
and write

leave something
we as writers are few
those brave enough
to stand and leave
anything are ever
rarer

we are hated amongst
each other often
for talent
for love
for despise wont of
nothing

pedestals
burn the pedestals I say
and dance about the
great heap

im mad
..

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