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By means of locomotion the cause tucked under bare feet smiling did a door open unto the Earth. A break in the clouds pausing at 9 a.m. the Sun stands behind me and the garden calls. I dip my toes slowly into green, just a baby! Before the birth of grass, dew drops. If someone is watching they must be laughing, a giggle got hold on the sole of my foot. But all inside is silent and silence surrenders secrets just as the blades bend with a step into consciousness. The body of a man. The body of...

Coriander cutlets food for the gods, craft time to cause time I'm stealing out your hibiscus hideaway. So in love with a sexier you that is as real as I make time to take time to see. Sorry symphonies are venom teeth to be kissing me with. Hold this harlequin chest of such gloriousness part play tart flirt smart in the imploding distance between us. Scary, might be the next dairy good for the bones Oh, how you quake me there never was a wider smile and skin that truly can be lived in, Love th...

Eyelids, give just a moment for eyelids give an empty stage for heavy silk curtains give multitudes of mysteries for a forbidden door give all the pretty words away for full unquivering lips take all the deceit out of long labored tailoring and wrap the world in it's own nakedness. draw the curtains open the door part lips unbutton blouses unzip pants and slip down deeply with the stone of intelligent gravity to the ocean's floor of sleep. Smile with the puffer fish snake on an eel's back cla...

Of all the marvelous things that happened today most striking was the cat sniffing the sole of my shoe. Aware I was of all my previous trespasses; the kitchen scents, construction gravel, damp streets, the heat generated by the light in the activist's eyes catching fire in my heart the quickened step, meeting an old friend, visiting the recovering Heroin addict finally able to hold down a job, with only a little punctuality problem. The familiar turf and coffee stains on tile, smile from one ...

Feverish nightmare Pollock painting red descending through concentric circles, shades of chaos never-ending chasing blue chasing golden sun grasping freedom and wind in my hair, hearing "I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bicycle" chased by tradition chased by habit chaste rebellion chained to dock staring into potentialities sea. The bay hounds of hell thread dyed rouge and rogue, blood on my heels. Houndstooth calls Houndstooth beckons Houndstooth checks, parries as I am witness, a...