Week Thirteen Poems

That Flight; Thee Head:

A Consummation Poem

You opened up at last, once I'd asked you too.

It made sinse as them holes need be covered er filled again

And again we waited till the Sangria was ovar till I ate

And Once Again this punishment isn't finished. Squish me within.

You'd been be-coming or wanted to too long until I dreamed fantastically

of the space by your knees, believing In. In Evenin'

Again!

O! how my desire grows, of course, you nose.

How yer pen stimulated my thinkin', and me thinkin' straight again!

Yes! I can come over, Come On, oh?

Though the thou swelled with sweat and pride

as I complimented them great snake eyes.

We wished thee aschewed, I gripped you anew.

1 more somethin'-somethin',

grow and groan till tomorrow about how I Done You wrong

and tonight right again!

Made Fire-Breathe Meds:

The Bonds of Breakin' Wholesome

Man the Blue

J's!

flew

as Dorothy danced

to "Dark Side of the Moon."

We ripped dem splits

anew.

Till dawn

we chewed

the

food

and

held Joint

hands

for a few.

I heard you

dance to

the

Krishna chants

before you got

high

and decided

to drive.

Hints

of intense heat

hitting me in the cheeks--

I fire-breathe!

I found

my mind

and it

is finite.

"Last Night, She Said":

A Consummation Poem

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b. "     " - _____     "     " - _____

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d. "..." [     ] ; + ++ +++ ###

a. -------------------------->

b. ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ---> ) ) )

c. >>>>>.

d. !!!