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Cheeky is my smoochy cat
She gets stroked every day
And as for cousin’s moonlit
Cheek tis but beg the question
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I reckon tonight I wholed all the tears in Australia
No wonder there’s a drought somewhere
for the salt seeped through every river, each creek
and into my head desalination has spread
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Be my centrifuge in my vertiginous dream
Be as jaguar, wolf, and chimpanzee
Fill my mist, tickle my tease
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Today….
I made an anklet of kowhai
Yellows blooms of sigh..
I thought of your toesies
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Why is it, you
as an amorous lover
are at odds as an amorphous spirit?
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I scent a message floated to shore…
found papaya and sugar cane stuck to
my door. I opened it up molasses entrapped
.. so after deep tissue massage I scent this back…
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.. and if it is inevitable
that I have you
never
Tis not for need of trying
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Across the sea there swells a man
with pots and pans and billy cans
in arid country with cactus pricks
he kneads the damper, burns the sticks
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On top … drops off
To roll … pulp passion
firmly against designer curves
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Skirting on the periphery
your engaged pre-occupation
slides the half-pipe rotational
on the backward tidal
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points directional
thinks elevations
speaks longingly
touches exudations
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You came to me
dressed from cut out air
in freeze frames
and I thought the sky
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Sometimes…
If you float over pressure …
relief arrives in a fissure of yolk
scrambled over a shell shocked
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Tonight…
Destiny roasted peppercorns over dynamite sticks
as she dreamed away reality locked in a chest that
was forced to house her heart.
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Think Low Fat Latte
Smothered by pilates
Drizzled in tamarillos
Pressed upon pillows
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On top of lasagne,
you eat peaches and cream
I serve them on twin tops
and whipped up in dreams
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If..
in the shadowlands of Troglophilus
time was amplified to changes
and calcified droplets clung to antiquity,
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Tonight….
You lay your body as cake before me
and I flute over iced cherry sorbet
forming aspirations that peak as rosettes
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Tonight..
How do I:

Make clearness out of bubbles shapes
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The Best Poem Of pssive w nker

(sparti Is So Weird..)

Abigail ate the rhino
She wolfed it down for lunch
Never saw the buffalo coming
She felt it was a grump..

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