Wind up bird  

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Mechanical wings
laden with words.
She'll knock you for six,
she'll blow you away.

Quietly squeal queer bird.
Mechanical wings clipped
and words pirouette like feathers

or hard rain.

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Univocalism in I  

Thursday, October 8, 2009

I - nihilistic lyricist - find him
This 'I' is indivisibly criticising,
inviting irking crisis.
His dizzying impish grin
visibly minimising this.
Imbibing inky gin in my lips
I mimic gigglingly this smiling.
I try inflicting witticisms,
inviting his kiss. My wish is
I wish inciting rhythmic, skirmish rising,
Him - dizzyingly writhing in divinity -
twitching his virility in my lips,
In this vicinity I am his.
I'm trickishly slicing lyrics in
his thirsty kiss -
citing him inspiring.
His thrills stirring in my tits
I jitteringly sing;
twinning drinking jism with my
stringy sighing

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Wednesday, October 7, 2009

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