Sierra Desert Oasis 2




stormz of god unfeet sandled intoes dipped into u
sublime climbed





pampalona
and running studs eared in gold
lobes
flayed
under hooves
bouncing throbbing
snorting
in rolling red eyes
stampeding singularly
melting

pearled
oysters itch for relief
agonised
knott being able 2 scratch
the feel

as ears are torn off
b4 hearing
american pie
appled
and sourced
squirted
in braked fluids
failing
crushing
rushed gushing
squashed
dancing upin2u.






traipsing thru the avant garde street theatres of my mimes felt

i know now

that feeling of religion clutched
thru the thick atmosphere of chipped
gargoyles and stained glass
in the notre dame
was u

that feeling of absence found
watching friends and lovers
stripped to the waist chomping cheese and slurping red wine
along the sun streaked banks of the seine
was u

that feeling of cold wet gloom broken
trickling down my upturned collar
trudging thru the grey puddled streets of soho
on the way to the west end alone
was u

those unfound echoed steps following
just behind me but never glimpsed
along the passages of the rijks museum alone
was u

stumbling up my fall clambering the wall of china
whipped by icy winds tugging at my sleeve
or looking at my turtle soup
eyes up haemorrhaging
in dalian da fu - it
was u

those brisk washed emotions shed
looking over the sanatised beaches
of manly beach sydney
infertile in paranoia
was u

before we melded u were there
with me nehow

each day waking under weeping
thundering cherryorange
staccato clouds
whisped cirrusly across the canvas of azure african skies
pregnant with expectancies

i know that now.






i wanna complicate ur feelingz
wanna eat u up inslide
take u deeply
flares firing
flustered
in the monochrome of ur soul
swimming
running
ruptured
on ur shoal
wrecked
and saved
in tangible heavens
almost
hand
made.






your forever man
slips down
along the passages
of time
seeing the empty hallways
reflecting
the parody
of his mime

plucking swollen peaches
from the air
embracing desires
hiding
under his chair
he floats to the suface of his mind
half
terrified
at watt he might find

watt is watt
and
who is who
is not a consquence
of watt is who
not
who is it
it is
who it is
that will splatt the blot
of who is real
and that
makes you feel

weaving your strands
of hair
encapturing your fantasies
hiding under my chair
i lift my eyes
to meet your gaze
knowing
who it is
amongst the haze




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