Fitts, Christopher A. P.
Bad ass dogs dont do ballet / Christopher A. P. Fitts. Vero Beach, Fla. :
Storm Grove Press, c1994. 89 p. ; 18 cm.
LC CALL NUMBER: PS3556. 1819 B3 1994
DEWEY DEC: 811/.54 dc20
ISBN: 0963568965(acid-free paper)
LCCN: 92-64162
Cover:
Sandy Parrish and grandfather Maxfield Parrish at Cornish, N.H. about
1954.
Watch tower
Electric chair
Gas chamber
Public executions
on the lawn of the
Plaza of Americas.
$15 admission ADVANCE.
$20 at the GATE.
Human rights.
The right to life.
Body Parts.
As I lay in bed I closed my eyes and began searching the vast eternal space that
was before me. I was not looking for a specific object or a thing that can be physically
described, but for something that would put me to sleep in a pleasant but not too
obvious way.
Laying there with eyes closed beginning to fade away the thoughts of the task of drifting off to sleep I began to travel faster and faster, seemingly to avoid hitting all the giant blotches of colours that were indifferent to the darkness of space. I was moving faster than I had ever thought I could move in actual life and in dreamland. I was moving so fast that everything began to merge into a light colour of blackish brown. Then all at once I was no longer moving, or I was moving so fast that I thought I was not moving.
Anyhow, I looked around for a bit, and to my discovery found that I was looking
at a wall made of different sizes of very small bubbles. After further examination, I
realized that I could not determine the shape of the wall. Whether it was a straight,
concave, or convex wall eluded me. Actually, the wall was so large that it really did
not matter one way or the other.
My dog died yesterday. How do I know thishis body was delivered to me
this morning with a note explaining what happened to him.
The note read, We found your beloved pet dog a few days ago laying very peacefully in front of your front door all cuddled up in his electric blanket. We couldn't tolerate the sight of your dog not watching us walk by after walking past your house sixteen times in one hour. So, on the fifteenth stroll by, we sidetracked up to your fucking dog and pried his eyes open. He wouldn't keep them open so we had to shove tooth picks between his eyelids so as to keep them very much open without the worry of him accidentally closing them eyes of his. As we walked away, I assumed your dog was not in a good mood. Your dog got up and started walking towards us. He walked ten feet behind us for the next two days. On the third day he moved an inch closer. The next thing you know I pulled out my sawed off 4570 fully automatic 106 rounds per minute rifle. After about a minute of withstanding my attack, your dog was no longer able to stand under his own power; so, we dropped him off here. Love, The Smiths
And, this is how I know that my dog died yesterday.
Silky shadows filled the room,
The sheets cool against
My body,
I reached to touch
The one beside me,
The mattress warm against
My palm,
But he was not there.
The coldness of death flowed through her veins. She screamed at the thought of her
getting there first. They had done this for months.
Together. Always together.
Veins were now becoming hard and stiff. She could feel the harsh truth her body was revealing. They should have experienced this as one, as they had planned.
Together. Passionately together.
Her body was cold and tight. She caressed her firm breast for the last time. No pleasure, just admiration. She herself was now becoming weak as she settled her nude body next to hers.
Together. Together for the long trip.
The Mother has come home.
A blue sparkle shines from her eyes.
She smells of perfume and perspiration.
We fear her not tonight.
TV
TV Wasteland
Sitten in front of
the TV
I felt a Blue Haze
take me
I knew I was gone
far from
TV Wasteland
The Blue Haze groove
vibed through my body
My bones rocked to the beat
Blood gushed through and through
TV wasteland
The Lyon is fierce
The Lyon is cold
The Lyon is going to get you
Too.
Play, play, play all day
We will have fun, you and I
If we play, play, play all day.
December 1989
Indialantic
I am young I should know.
Then why am I so slow?
The day is young but I am old.
So, today I grow mold.
Then I will grow and I will grow until I am old.
Then I will snow with knowledge
on the young mold.
Then I will grow fat and large
and will be known as the
King Mold that grew too old too slow.
So sweet, make my mouth water,
Im in the mood to be blue,
I feel so blue Im in the mood,
I want to be all over you,
I want to,
Im in the mood to be nude,
It sounds so rude,
I wish that I was nude,
I wish we had a big brass bed,
Some candles and effects,
and no rules.
Wet my lips and make me want you,
Nothin I can say when Im kissing your thighs.
Not much I can hide when you look in my eyes,
Im in the mood to make love,
Bring me a single red rose,
And kiss my wet petals,
Wilt,
Water my flowers,
I would love to love your lover,
I would love to kiss you there,
All night candles.
Joy
These are the times most dreaded.
Im in pain!
The oil is gone.
The solar streams on
as it has for millenniums.
They were told, we were told.
We all were told!
The time has come to find us none.
The black oceans
If only we had listened.
Prepare! Prepare! Prepare!
The girl, the innocents.
The white dress clinging her body
whoring precious memories.
The trees, the frogs, the snowcapped
steeples.
All now, but not
Only if we had the power.
The power of the oil.
My youth crashing, pounding on the shore of her tolerance; she is
incredible.
The day is old and i have flown.
I dont plan to fly low,
but spread my wings and
sail below my enemies.
My mind is made.
I had it my way.
Today I feel gone.
So far to the wrong.
Her friend was the maid.
She whined I was gay.
I fell to Fawn.
So far to the wrong.
Sweet Lady all paid.
Smelling fresh from the lay.
I was born into dawn.
So far to the wrong.
The game was played.
I proved my slay.
I showed my brawn.
So far to the wrong.
We stood around.
The man in the yellow shirt told us NO.
The alarm rang from all directions.
Running, running very fast.
We stopped to look at the guppies
playing in the storm ditch.
The boy in black asked for his atlas.
He took the wet atlas.
The brass couplings were still hot.
If only we had the screen for the bamboo shoot.
The lights went dim.
It was her, her breast against mine.
Her skin and my skin as smooth as one.
Waves formed causing an ocean to roar.
We ran to the station wagon.
The lights were gone.
We looked to the sky.
Our heads arched backed in amazement
at the octagon.
We sped through town and asked the snake
where life came from.
He bit the boy on the head.
Look high, look low, where are you to go?
The moon is high the sun is low you are cold.
God is buried in the snow.
Where are you to go?
The bubbles popped up
through the soft pine floors,
Earrings lay next to the bed post,
Moonlight gives life to the palm trees,
Their shadows dancing on the sheets,
The woman stirred from her slumber.
October 24
Time for a long thought,
You might want to get a shot,
To calm the nerves a lot,
So, to be in the mood,
The day is new upon the groove,
Road in hand we set a sail,
Aim high look back see the sea,
The Sea of Asphalt,
Adrenalin racing through the veins,
I feel the feet below the meat,
The hand in the road the sail in the toe,
Day turning to dawn,
My head feels the shot,
Oh, what an explosion of thoughts.
Ive a fuzzy load to mow,
My mom was a bro,
And my dad was a foe,
when he wanted to blow
Life was good,
so I was told,
My mom grew old,
And my daddy was never told
In the mood I could
Flutter my eyes in a pink blue dress
And catch a sniff of your curling breath.
Window in the mirror.
10*2=20 21-14=7
Pathetic Dreams So Real
In reality where would we be with instant travel? Vivid colors super power. Im just crying to be where Im not. There is so much better than here. I want to be there where the water is blue the sand is platinum. I dont want to be here no more.
I want to be there where the breeze is cool playing the trees opposite the crashing waves. The cars screaming along the highway trying ever so hard to go fast, faster to be in England in the summer time. Why?
Why am I here and you are there. When there is so much better than here, yet, you say here is much better than there. My point or yours.
What the hell should I know?
What I feel this cloudy moonless night is hard to put to words. I feel like a firm
shit with a golden tan. If I possessed nipples, which I might if I were to tear my skin
off, I would resound my feeling as if my erect nipples, swollen from anticipation,
were inverted.
Elizabeth! Where did you come from?
I was thinking about you!
The car is red.
The road is long and dark.
The car is fast and very sleek.
The road is bordered by tall palm trees.
The car hugs the road.
The road turns hard to the east.
The car has new high traction tires.
The road has new bright white lines
down the center.
The car holds tight in the turn.
The road suddenly dives down.
The car sails through the air.
The road races past the rapids.
The car touches down with a loud scream.
The road bends to the South.
The car breezes through the mist.
The road glistens a blur of red.
The car feels the pavement.
The road becomes red.
The car feels the earth.
The red road vanishes before the ripe coconut.
This is the time when the young folk all come out to play in the early morning
snow cover. I am no longer young. I watch all the little people play all day in the
snow. They make things that they throw at one another. They roll the snow into a
ball. They call this ball a snowball.
Dear fellow women
and men of the state of florida,
I have gathered all of you here today to share with you the most interesting development I have seen materialize in many a year, and at this particular time I have in my power the opportunity to share this experience with everyone here tonight.
Thank you, thank you.
This is when I feel that you might explode all over my brand new tiger lily fluffed
carpet. I must remind you that such an action would be quite detrimental to
ones health. I am not saying that your life could be in danger; its just
that I have been known to leave sometimes a bigger mess on my new rugs than the
foul kind of person that made the first ugly sight to begin with. Just be
careful.
The joy of a blank sheet of paper. The sheer luxury of having a blank sheet of paper.
A blank sheet of paper made from pure virgin pine pulp. A blank sheet of
paper.
The death of a child;
The loss of ones ignorance;
The endless search for true love;
Fast cars without insurance;
To be a child again would not life be great?
If you can stand it this hot, then you have
the future in the palms of your hands.
This is the way
the earth might
end in the near future.
Sincerely,
Oh, how I hate getting out of bed in the morning.
The sun beams through the window panes warming the floor.
I dance out of bed careful to step only where the sun has shone.
I do not want to have cold feet.
Nancy is her name. She is about five feet and five inches. She has smooth jet black
hair that shines in the moonlight, when the moon is shining. Her skin is soft, dark
in the summer and, almost, pale in the winter. Her body is a perfect creation that
anybody would give all to possess.
The principle of fusion and the desires of eternity are instantly defined upon
greeting Nancy!
Badass dogs dont do ballet: Haughty, huh!
Legs of beauty never seen.
She makes waves that crash on a beach of glass. Her quiet voice pulsates from
beneath the hazy sea mist. Bright moonlight disperses through the mist revealing a
flow of breath leaving her lips. She is all mine, except for those beautiful legs that
belong to the sea.
The dew-covered grass
flattens under the rabbits feet.
The air is heavily laced with orange blossoms.
The trees gently sway in the light ocean breeze.
Above the Palms and Pines a rich blue sky waits.
The sun, at its zenith, leaves few shadows.
The clouds, full of the suns labour, roll in.
The sky darkens from all corners.
Puddles turn to ponds then to streams.
Singing frogs line the rising banks
of the storm ditches.
The clouds sail west.
The sun, lower in the heavens,
begins the cycle again.
The grove is like a jungle
with steam emanating from everything.
I lay in her bed gazing at the moon,
The air full of musty sweat, a tinge of perfume,
We had mated moments before for eternity,
Our skin glistened from the passion,
I tended to her swollen elbows and knees
with my loving mouth,
She is fresh and moist, and quivering just a little,
Her long black hair glued to her hidden breast,
We kissed, our lips full of blood,
Our tongues wrestling, exchanging
tastes of salt and honey,
The moon, low in the misty sky,
sparkled on her teeth,
The sheets, soaked, stuck to our
bodies as we tired,
The cool summer air enveloped us,
We fell to sleep.
Happy hookers mansion by the sea.
May I help you?
The faucet pours by the gallon
To fill the tub with hot, very hot
Bubbling, steaming, deafening
Perfumed bath water
All, for a Mortal.
Be the Night Before
De big game.
Awl me frends will be cumming
To thee hawsa for sum snacks.
Myon telvison will attract thiem.
Ill be havin all de fun with me frends.
Many, many years ago
You began a journey
Thinking not of yourself
Nor of monetary gain
You looked to enrich our culture
To nurture and protect and advance
The things we see not
The foundation now complete
Your true task is now at hand
To serve the Plants and Animals
of earth
and perhaps the Universe.
When 26 men clad in armor,
Stack 5 feet high,
TheyGod in Heavenhope
there is a ball under them.
All the muscles in the body are tense,
Lungs heave small, concentrated
currents of air rapidly,
The abdomen is pulled tight over flexed muscles,
A powerful tongue squeaks
while passing over dry teeth,
Lips moisten each other with an effort,
The mouth, parched, cracks a hint of pleasure
from the sight of the approaching spring.
All at once everyone in the classroom had doubts of their reality and threw their
pens at the corner of the room. No pens ever hit the corner due to the conforming
restraints of our comprehension of our reality. Our paradigm does not permit us to
violate it. Therefore, everyones pens appeared to never leave their hands.
Life on the edge is a nervous life.
Wishing for a life is not a reality.
A life within the confines of the societal paradigm is a life
that is lived far from the edge.
Life at the center is a reality.
Wishing for a life at the center of reality
is a nervous life on the edge.
Looking at Living Outside the Mind
My hands are a fading green-blue from fertilizing my watermelon seeds which
are in the front yard next to the rotting watermelon.
What will the airline attendants think when I ask them, When will the
plane be here?
The fraternity of Life.
I have a love yet unknown.
I ask myself
Will my love recognize me when the time comes?
Or is it my responsibility.
I have a fear of that which is gone
Have I missed my love
Am I to go on alone?
I float here nude as a bumblebee
Putting words in my fingers
Thoughts that are mutated
when etched on the screen
Aloud I fondle my manhood
Am I my skin
Or would I rather be in hers
Who sits a cloud dangling feet of flesh from shiny rocks
Is her skin the glassy flow of the stream
Or the green pearl of the cats eye in the sun
My skin is warm
I am responsive to the waters touch
I am a man riding the rapids conquering the v
She is the key
I am the lock
As I fondle her womanhood
I realize we are one
The same skin
The same needs.
Love
Liz (Elizabeth)
The Party
The Stairs
The Bed
The Van Primer
The Next Morning
Gone
The Day After
Winn-Dixie video rental
MeRose
Long Talk in Bedroom
Back Massage
Split Bed in Half
Rub butts
Who Me? Touch you, Never?
Kiss-Kiss-Kiss-Kiss-Kiss
Make Love
Make Love
Sleep Nude, always
The Secrets of Love (oranything loved)
I jumped high out of my seat as the wings of the plane fell 12,000 feet to the
ground. We dive-bombed the 747 through the towering skyscrapers and under the
interstate. We taxied along a local four-lane commuter path that lead us in the
direction of the airport. We felt that the airport was our best destination even
though our circumstances had changed greatly since our last communications with
the tower.
As we began to decrease our speed, we neared the stop light at the intersection where we lowered our extra stabilizing wheels (the ones that are never mentioned which are used just for emergencies like this one).
I didnt have much time to take notice of the gauntlet of cars and staring people along the road as we drove through. We tried our best to keep to the original time schedule. At this time we were running 7 minutes ahead of ETA due to our rapid decent from 12,000 feet.
As we neared the terminal, the passengers calmed down realizing we were in no danger, and I noticed my car. At once I realized where I had parked my car was not on the expressways emergency lane leading to the airport. I stopped the plane.
The passengers did not mind taking a quick stop. A few asked to exit the plane in order to stretch their legs. I obliged and exited with them to go inspect my car.
Upon arrival at my car I perceived a major alteration in the rear door. It looked like a dog door. I decided not to enter my car through this new sixth entrance. I used my car keys to open the front drivers door.
I sat down in the drivers seat. On careful inspection (I am an aircraft pilot) I
noticed my radio was gone. So, I got out of the car and torched the
fucker.
She hates!
She hates the world!
She wants to hate!
She can hate!
She will hate!
She should hate!
She shant hate until she is good and ready!
I was shooting a cum wad up a pretty girls pussy when the police came
bouncing through the front door. I was pissed. I was forcing a rock-solid-hard-on of
pure steel into this babe. She was flexing every muscle she could command control
of in her pulsing cunt. My essence of Eros exploded into her frothing snatch of
molten honey causing our organs to weld together in a viscous fluid of pure hot
pleasure. Then we did it again, and again ignoring the silly ass police. We fucked,
and screwed, and hollered to the pleasures of our orgasms. The police left after
watching for 67 minutes. As they walked out over my violated door, I overheard
one say, It dont say nothing about it being illegal for superhumans to
fuck in the living room!
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooo
Im in loooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvve
To the store I shall go
There I will purchase a rubber
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooo
Im in loooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvve
In my room is my Lady
I know my Lady naked under the sheets
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooo
Im in loooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvve
My pup caressed by the moon
Guards my loft from the heavens
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o
oooooooooooooooooooooooo
Im in loooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvve
Skyscraper atolls in a sea of love
My woman and I safe in our rubber
The river runs through the mind,
Like a rapid through a frosted spider web.
The insolation bakes the mind,
Like a parched bowl of jelly.
The regolith fills the mind,
Like an empty library.
The mind is clear,
The mind is a cloud of nuclei,
The mind is prepared,
My mind is mine.
Underwear. I like the smell.
The odor of the soiled panties.
Panties of the naughty
Awe.
So sweet to the olfactory membrane.
Naughty soiled panties warm and moist,
Fresh with taboo perfumes of nature,
Perfumes for the elite,
For those who dare to venture,
Dirty women with lips of red,
How rude! How rude!
You weak beware, beware
With your generic underwear.
Only the finest, the silkiest, with cotton liners
Deserve the highest recognition of FILTH.
Underwear, the soiled brand I like best.
Red nails and black lips adorn pink silk,
Pink silk panties
soaked with pheromones of the naughty.
Down by the stream,
The stream that flows through town,
The stream with the cold, clear waters,
The stream that keeps no secrets,
The stream with the hanging tire over head,
The stream that smooths rocks to pebbles,
The stream with frogs, fish, and snails,
The stream that old Ms. Higgens claims,
The stream with holy water for the church,
The stream that drowned the mushrooms,
The stream with hidden treasures,
The stream that swallowed four,
The stream with thundering rapids,
The stream that waters the Forest of Elms,
The stream with no children,
The stream that loves life,
Sat a little girl
dressed in white reading Dr. Seuss.
My toes are in love
They tingle with pleasure
Blistering from the excitement
THE HOT CONCRETE
Minutes ago the woman
Her from the airport, the surf
Had stood in this very place
Paused for a memorya reflection of love
THE HOT CONCRETE
Relayed my vibration of toes in love
She pressed her coolness and walked on
I quickly interpreted her imprint
We were in love
THE HOT CONCRETE
The dagger glided through my septum,
and I was
Do you have a hundred dollars? she asked of me in a girt voice.
Why do you enquire? responded I, with an efflorescing pain in the crotch.
She says, I have something for you. But, it will cost a hundred dollars.
How could I refuse. I thought of all the varied ways I could inspect her body as I walked up to her holding five twenties firmly in my grip. I was feeling good.
She held out her hand. I eagerly placed the money in her palm. She put the cash in her black leather wallet which hung from her shoulder. Her wallet was an aphrodisiac. I could see her electrical aurora sparking with every pass of the wallet. Every back and forth motion of the rawhide gliding across her black silk dress mounted my appetite. My terse pinings belonged to her.
She bellied up to me. I could feel her warmth radiating from beneath her silk dress. Her hot breath popped with bursts of jet energy into my ear as she spoke, I would love to sleep with you right this moment, right now, right here, on this concrete slab, but I cannot. My husbandI could never cheat on my husband.
As she walks away becoming a subfusc figure in the dimly lighted street, I
comment to myself that that was worth well over two
hundredI always respect an effrontery minx.
Will you score?
The dog in the alley; an overturned trash can.
My mother boiling eggs on a grimy
porcelain stove.
Starry-eyed sister gazing into Heaven.
Junky down at the street corner dipping
a tin cup in the gutter.
A lost earring
somewhere a missing tear.
High heels and silk fifty stories up in the night.
My American Hero shovelling pitch,
Invisible, except for crevices of white
sweaty skin.
Blades of truth, of wisdom, sit as a shrine
for all, for me.
I, for the family, must score.
Knives of sharp, gripped firmly,
Score the tender flesh of my feet.
Next my palms, already covered in blood,
filet open effortlessly.
For the last time I read the evil book
with hands and feet.
I have scored.
Kiss the daises for me, my love
Look over my shoulder, my love
Did you spill a tear, my love
Is that a glassy pond below, my love
Will it grow cat tails and guppies, my love
And babies, many babies, my love
No, it will dry, my love
Kiss me in the evening light, my love
I will tend your tear, my love
And Love you forever.
When Oclock!
When Oclock!
My friend, the dog, goes wild with barks
when this is spoken.
When Oclock!
When Oclock!
The deep blue waters of the flowing spring lifted my body high above the horizon, and my fears of death were alleviated for the time being while Paula demanded the most trust to be intrusted in someone; for me, to slide down the tube into the depths of the blue water below. My legs were of rubber, and my energy to walk the distance back to the farm along the deep blue waters of the river was trivial compared to the thugs that were charging down the hot asphalt road with their blades glistening in the early morning glow.
My legs felt the path underfoot as its heat from the long night melted and tore at my flesh as I was rushing past a house with four ugly hill people smoking on their tubs laughing that I had already been down this route. I was feeling the glue of my deforming body take on a new shape when passing by another junction fresh in my mind from a resent interlude, a rest from the warmth of the impending danger and the rising heat-blob in the dark blue sky.
The thoughts and security of the farm and the foolishness of taking the long paths were beginning to take a toll on my mental ability.
If I had not been so macho and intimidated with Paula and her nosey girl friends forcing my actions to be other than my own, I would have walked or swam up the stream and now would be safe in my wading pool appreciating my beginning tan.
Now as it stands, I am blanking out from exhaustion not really knowing whether
anyone is pursuing my slimy body, or if this is all just some hallucination from
sliding down the short tube into the shallow water of comfort and perhaps hitting
my fragile head of a thinker on the tender bottom of the deep blue water of the cool
spring fed river.
Such hypocrisy
She walked in before me, paused for a moment, then tore off her blouse and
Bermuda culottes, leaving an effulgent nude body. Her breasts were firm and alert,
but her second oscular captured my attention. Between her golden thighs, a plump
pulsating chiffon of pink flesh was eagerly awaiting my deftness. I could smell her
scent, and feel her moisture from half a meter. I watched the formation of sweat
below her breast as the reflected glistening candle light came to my eyes. The room
was becoming warmer as our bodies ruptured with energy from anticipation. Even
with the window cracked and a brisk sea breeze, we were hot and sticky. Her long
red hair clung to my back; her breath moistened my dry mouth; her nipples were
live poker-irons pressed hard against my chest keeping my vim elated. She
straddled my legs and thighs leaving a trail as if she were a snail, and finally
positioning herself with her legs wrapped tightly around my waista form we
kept until our bodies were pasty and salty, and the early morning sun rays broke
through the hazy weathered glass window.
I drift to sleep
in the arms of my love,
Faint but energeticAlive!
Slipping in and out of dreams,
My companion slipping in and out of me,
Absorbing the days glory,
Stabilizing fleeting memories,
Altogether feeling worthy; desirable,
Intrinsic to the life around me
The life in me.
I was having my picture taken by a professional, at least that is what I was led to
believe. He was focusing his camera, and becoming quite irritated by my suggestions.
I was standing in front of a fireplace that was adjacent to two very large crystal
French doors, and behind these glass barriers was a woman. I could see her figure,
somewhat distorted, but, nonetheless, the shape of a beautiful woman. Maybe my
noticing the woman disturbed the man with the camera. Im not sure; but
something happened because the girl and I killed the man. We knew this for sure
later when we were trying to position his body into a box; we were in the darkroom,
a very large darkroom. Then my woman, for she was mine by this time, walked out
to the cathedral size living room and sat on the wide stairs that led up to the next
floor. She had on a white brushed cotton dress that was split on both sides. The slits
ended just above her hips. I knelt before her and glided my hands up each leg. Her
legs were muscular and slim. She became tense as my arms passed her knees and
my fingers slipped under her underwear straps. She tossed her head back arching
her chest directly into my face. I pulled her stockings down. We made passionate
love forgetting about the strange dead man with the
camera.
The little man with the little penis undresses at the foot of the bed. I lay on the
teak bed covered with cotton sheets and matching firm pillows. I am naked, with
my healthy athletic body stretched out waiting for the little man with his little penis
to pleasure me. He steps onto the bed and gently kneels between my legs while
lowering his head to my breast. I quiver slightly as his strong lips release my nipple.
Raising his head from watching my breast flush with color, he breaks a smile. He
senses my wonderment as to the size of his penis. It is no bigger than my thumb;
and my hands are definitely feminine. His confidence reassures me that not all is to
be losthe has secrets betrayed by a smile. We comfort and play with each
other. I am excited, and every time I think of his little penis sharp pains of pleasure
jettison up my spine. He seems not in a hurry to make penetration; Im ready
to explode! I send signals that Im ready for penetration by thrusting my pelvis
into his thigh with orgasmic force. The ploy works. I take hold of his little penis
directing it into my vagina. My vagina seemed larger than I had ever
thoughthis penis was little. It was so little, and so hard, and I had never had
anything like it in me before; my responses were escalated. It did not fully expand
my labia, it would part the lips as he moved around, and I could feel the lips coming
back into contact with each motion. Then as if I was beginning to climax again, I felt
his little penis become hot, then throbbing. His little penis was growing. It grew
expanding my labia and pushing hard against my vaginal walls. It was sliding in and
out of me, reaching to my inner depths with every thrust. I could hardly breath, and
then I remembered his quaint smile. I knew then as I screamed under my breath,
Little man with the little penis! that we were in for an incredible
orgasm.
Im falling, veering to the left
Falling through Black and White TVs
Watching baby trees
Seeing those trees vanish
no more
Blink of an eye
Flash of a life
Photographs and motion pictures
Devouring the apple
Destroying our linear grace with life
Blasting, questioning, shaping our memories;
Make us what we were not.
The living surf,
The sun, The sun, The sun,
In my eye,
In my nose,
Red-eye,
Clean skin smooth from the sanding,
Fresh,
Cool and hot,
Energy, the curl.
Walls of water,
Echoes of the forceful past,
Clear uninterrupted tranquility,
Peace
Freedom
Alone
With the millions of fizzing bubbles.
My love for you is
Deeper than an ingrown toenail,
Not as shallow as where the ringworm borrows,
Thicker than a dead, bloated cat,
More wide than the vanishing Rain Forests,
Stronger than the exotic Columbia River,
So full of holes as to be complete,
Brighter than a black hole,
Hotter than a lightning bolt,
Not as fearless as Superman,
Bigger than Fat Albert,
Stickier than pine sap,
Harder than dried snot under school desks,
More understanding than roll-on antiperspirant.
Timid little assholes all sleazing from hall to hall,
Room to RoomMaking motions,
empty guarantees;
A speck of light with sludge down my throat;
Wasted lives in through the door to the hall
to the hall to the door,
To preserve a life for a healthy humanity.
To fuck us up the rear without a mirror.
Onward we must flow
the sight
known to those with the badge;
Tell me, order me, where you want it,
Tell me, order me, when you want it,
Tell me how, tell me howmy feeble mind
Yours for the filling
Wrench my identity, smash it blunt and
give me authority!
Pissed in my tea, thought it was cream
It was good and went to work.
Breast of temptation
I look to find an egg
For those days gone by
That I have lost
Need to survive, to rejuvenate!
Spread your thighs.
Show me Im welcome
To forgive my past and continue
Time as one with you.
Squeeze my life into your depths,
Deplete my soul, fill it with yours.
Eat my hunger, Eat my hunger.
The sweetness of her lips
Tender flesh passing signals
Our solid reflection alive on the rivers surface
More real than us
Somewhat sure of what isis
I could cry and feel the tear meander
across my cheek
And all would be lost
In the flow of an expression
Such are the stoics above the river.
Funnel my love to the moon
Gusty winds return it to the ocean
Close but far, away but near
Missing from the atmosphere
Tear a hole in the sand, and
Let it erupt when Im no longer land.
Hes a half-crazed man licking
the walls of roadside bathrooms
on his way to hell.
When does one find that it is too long
And that the world is not on fire
With an angel of god somewhere hidden
Beyond the spectrum of all we comprehend
Lost in the anvil bursting outward
Blocking the rays of life
Taken so much for granted in the flesh
Whose only eyes are water under pressure
Somewhat related to god in the cloud.
Water in the Solar,
Clouds of heaven
How far above
Suns of Suns
All within the void
A ceiling, A belief
True to its limit
My skull the forgotten vizard
Atoms, zinc-halo
Crystal clouds congress in my eye,
Put it away
Private dreams
Put it away
Concealed perceptions
Put it away
Open up
Believe me:
Canopy of projections.
Im an idiot.
I brush my teeth with dental floss,
I find my car parked backwards everyday,
I comb my hair with my roommates brush,
I eat peanut butter sandwiches when Im thirsty,
Im cold when I sleep sideways on the bed,
My teeth are always white from the toothpaste,
I dont mix the canned cat food with the dry,
and I dont understand why there are so many cans in the back room,
I listen to the hi-fi in mono so nothing gets
separated and lost,
I construct an elaborate array of mirrors so when I type
7734 on the calculator
it reads, HELL,
I read each letter in a word for accuracy,
I eat frozen food frozen to preserve its taste,
I read letters through the envelope just in case they were accidently addressed to
me,
I listen for the dog scratching at the door to remind me I need to go to the
bathroom,
I listen to music I hate,
I love to reach into unknown places,
I carry my luggage out to the planes cargo bay for added safety,
I drive on the highway
with all my cars lights on, lights are pretty,
I think it would be fun to blow up
100 balloons on Mt. Harvard.
Is the time really all that important?
Im sometimes tired regardless of the time.
Hey!
In eight minutes
we will know
if the sun
exploded. I hope it hasnt.
Like my mouth for your yogurt flavored tulips. Like my thoughts of destiny
for some of your cream of life. Like my strive, my strive for your yen. Like like for
like.
When did that come into style?
About four minutes ago just as you walked in the door.
When she wanted to tease the tongue there was no way to find the back door. You just kind of stand for awhile massaging your fingers between one another waiting.waiting for her to ripen. Then she explodes, just like clockwork! You can feel her energy, and if you dare to stare for sometime you might notice an extra sense of presence floating snug, wedged firm between her thighs. Sarah always orgasms when I wear my weathered leather jacket and show up during an afternoon downpour. Just the way she is, and I hope she never deviates from her habit.
Tandem. Will you do it. the way I.
Sure, wet one.
Death always has much to do with sex, and a good relationship. Sarah, we have a fundamental understandingif its good and youre alive when its over, then life is sweet and were flexing our life potential. Dangerous sex is not what we do. What do we do? Im not sure but it sure is fucking fun!
Sarah. When are we going to pick out new panties for you. That party is only a few days away. And I dont want anyone thinking anything. You know?
I got these today.
Nice! I like the way they contour up your butt.
Im so fine.Im so fine, fresh in my mind.
Sarah can going on for eternity dancing and swirling with her reflection in the polished wood floors when ever I openly admire her. I think its her way of dismissing herself from something she finds embarrassing. Why is a mystery only Sarah will never share; its hers to do as she pleases.
Its not meIm sure it must be God.
Youre so full of shit.
I have a God complex. Im the first to know, but it still makes me sick when
someone says it to me. I dont need anyone telling me Im not
Godhow the fuck do they know. See, I figure when someone has the audacity
to question my sense of being, I know right then theyre weak and frail.
Theyre afraid of hidden forces. Power they know everyone commands but
themselves; they must taunt those, be they God or not, to actually try and witness
the elusive force.
Im so fucking HyperI just want to scream. This computer does a lousy
job of multitasking. Fucking. Fucking crazy. Fucking crazy people all over this
planet. These fucking stupid people are all ready to rid us of our home; suicidal
creeps. Goddamn motherfucking assholes!
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