Wednesday, August 17

phantom and his dog

Mostly we just read the rich creamy insides of the poems but some can take that meaning into the pantry and lay with teeth grinning. I take you out and you say "thanks". But most would be more eager to hump. The dogs do. But with every second that passes we wounder why we can't. Morsels of sex fall from our lips into a sea of hopes and sorrows. But the bats have it right. Live in a world of darkness and blood letting and you will know the righteous way to say I love you. Creeping through our weak bodies comes the urges to copulate and with that urges comes freedom and guilt. Always and forever will our souls feel the pain of regection and death.

I come to the country so that I can sing,
oh I say he was the mayor but no one with tell.
whatever those bees say they can sting,
And Eddy Couchicanna fell in a well.
So all of you that want to love,
just look to the heavens and above.
That plane will land someday.
but you won't know if you don't stay.


So I say goodnight to those chickies and the beautiful pope

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