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
>
>

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