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When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells
Shall I part my hair behind?
Do I dare to eat a peach?
What else is in the teaches of peaches?
Like sex on the beaches. huh? what?
Suckin’ on my titties like you wanted me,
Callin me, all the time like blondie
Check out my chrissy behind
It’s fine all of the time
Like sex on the beaches,
What else is in the teaches of peaches? huh? what?
I don’t know what it means, but I feel so right!
I’m gonna take off my shirt and show you more of me!
The sixth patriach happened to be passing by.
He told them: “Not the wind, Not the flag; The mind is moving.”
The students, still in their clothes,
Started walking home
Like good little soldiers at ease, without knowing
What it all meant.
The dust was drifting through the beams of the moon.
From the undergrowth,
From the crevices in the rocks,
The owl was looking at them.
Enthusiasm dampened, but ardour remaining
They went home and sucked each other off.
What does it all mean?
Who knows?
But what else is in the teaches of peaches?
Huh? what?
13. A warming chill
But I, I keep myself alight
I keep myself upright
Waiting to come alive
Waiting to just stop dying
Waiting to just stop dying, yeah ooh ooh ooh
I ain’t got a plan
Does that make me a vagrant
Does that make me foolish
I am just a friend
Of dreams
Every tool is a weapon if you hold it right.
The world will never be the same again.
After arctic auroras pale above true flames
After white bears drown under black floodwaters
You can hear the roar of the sea and its waves
And the wind blows hard on your face.
It’s like the aftermath of a terrible fire
As broken glass sands down in the tumbling wind.
After heavy ash falls from the sky.
You can see the shadow of a man who’s lost his mind.
With eyes that are hollow and all black inside.
He stops to watch the flames in the distance
About the Creator
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Comments (2)
T.S. is smiling somewhere... ;)
Oooo, this was very hot and intense! Fantastic poem!