amazing, Bob. extraordinary. thanks. sheila --- Bob Brueckl <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
> Pontchartrain > > "Speech fading ink color yellow." > --Gertrude Stein > > > > I am not yet wet with the little trinkets of the > meat of unbelief. > > The pressure of the diphthong is on the mattress > trough spangling the > bleating chimes. > > Assertive trees jerking my bloated rump's barf > flambeing -- sniff the niff, > blighted ego dick, pong bonk, boink, wounded pansies > sound perfectly useless: > succor me. > > Eddy my ass with the manure of eye lunatics, with > the wilder adroit > abscesses of the Mississippi. > > To eliminate embellished cohesion, will your > beguiling tooth acquiesce, > incandescent excrescence, tangled muttering, I love > you, mauve chastity diffused, > dissembling foal bewildered, reeking of constipated > stigmata trepidation, in > ruins, renamed, haughtily ugly, it is difficult to > change the startled colon > into a noisy ocean of detractions. > > I am perfectly relieved by the muzzle on the > occurrences of inches on the > precipices of a movement of stony moments in two > voices: pale, trembling, > redolent and swollen. > > I see you in the woods happily resembling a nest of > soothing outbursts, > retching corals inundated with the impure > peculiarities of gilded stammering > insistences emerging, indolent fluid or thick > caresses mingling with anise -- > arise, a sonatina of the audacity of interpolated > pussy purrs, irresistible > memory, the actuality of pure crap, poignant smears > wean into the wharf barf on > the windshield of the cuckoo's birdhouse scorching > under a pink peony. > > The ladle bestirs indolence; the lard is lame -- > minced descriptions of > dilated ejaculations unasked and unmasked, inducing > the paler leaves to be felt > in a darker meadow of the nesting dictionary. > > All my bitches are male, grappling with the silk > brocade collisions of > bilious unhinged discharges, juxtaposed maneuvers of > the elastic withering obelisk > vibrating up your fanny, down your beefcake tonsils, > etcetera. > > Clouds of eggs like meteor spackle deliberately > sparkling on the furry > mohair snot rag. > > A whiff of shuddered dredges, blistered perturbation > mercilessly flat, > splendidly shrinking punctilious starry intricacies > delving into the tar-like rat > turds, larkspur lashes cumming everywhere but > tomorrow. > > Suddenly I see the indifference in those who eat me > a little less often, but > my softened name is being erected anew. > > Stirring secretions of disgusting particulars fading > in the incalculable > dimness obviating the ineradicable vagueness > repeatedly duplicating mirth > disposed to cutting up the giggling burrs ashone, > the streetcar trestle is > anxiously vulgar to imbibe scarlet scat scars in > exchange for tinged effects, to > accrue what is startled anew, disentangled > impediments of lingering resonances > not intact. > > The meat of nobody is aroused like a shining > thistle. > > Yr zipper's open, stash stuff, sew my copacetic > rectum climax shut, will Dan > come to suck me off or eat me out, will she eat out: > I can cum to know; I > have been known to come; often I will create a > paragraph of cum: you got > gout. > > The little pieces of my duodenum are disturbed, > insisting on a night light > mingling with the separated attachments -- the only > crimson is spoiled alight, > very nearly astonished as the fondled leaf shadowing > a raw head between 3 > scythes of identical indecisions: treeless blue, > blue-lighted louder, > disturbing the doubtless breathless bush, unless > uselessness is a ridiculously > callous interference rapidly losing the reflections > of levee suddenness. > > Forget the opposite exactitude, quickly quiet, drop > shit, suckass cuss, you > tight thing you, clewless prudish pung, throw up the > spunge, the blunder is > astonishingly drippy, roughly stammering. > > Mire shone, sieves of asterisks acutely festering, > ludicrous, lost in my > mine, indigestion stinging, split splendid, precious > fertile pleasure > languishing crocheted, coral incubations, unburnt > semen particles, crotch crook nearly > all alone. > > To knurl raucous catjang, pod box in my ear ray > ache, snout flak, gnarly > gridiron rot, simpering hamper, tar spines, > blithering lineaments' fettered > blather, befuddled peascod inundated with ambling > loam, aloof shackles drenched > upon layers of enmeshed dots and nudged swarms of > clobbered feelings opening up > inside, peenge. > > Is my wool tooth repeating itself, pretending > delicacy of a nondescript > hairy sentence's speechlessness. > > Speckles of me ineradicably averse to the glare: > pronounce the word > uselessly efficacious, baffle me with the embroidery > of your celery. > > Remind me to withdraw from the dwindling, to avert > the flashing spokes of > the omnipresent white searing sun not yet plaintive, > choking on a cloud of dust. > > Relieve me of fucking my annihilated ego. > > > > --Bob BrueckL > >
