To be too good

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I am a calm 

And consuming fire.

I don’t wish to burn your house down.

I am a force fundamentally fortified from feral platitudes. 

These double sided, multi faceted, infinitely countable dimensions 

of who I am

It may consume you. 

All I know is that you are joy,

And you deserve to be good.

Mind meld with me. Our minds, so good in junction, shimmering. 

The campsite rules applies to every 

One 

Thing

Grappling. 

Sweetness

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you who art so sweet

I noticed you right away.

I see whiskers coming through the thick deep ark of your mustach & eyebrows.

Your eyes.

I want you to know what I’ve been through. I’ve been through a lot.

I felt that I knew you right away. We speak without time or secrets.

I scare you. I scare many. 

You are brave for voicing, staying and engaging. 

You didn’t have to be so honest.

My gratitude is expansive.

How is it that now I like you more?

All I know, is I want to get to know you. 

Your green eyes. 

I am curious & fascinated by all that you are.

I see each piece as a conduit for wholeness. 

I won’t say “when” or “if”.

I’ll take the many multitudes of YOUS as they come into being.  

I’ll be what you need. 

I am the queen of unrequited love. 

You can count on me.

Oh indeterminable intimacy. 

Your eyes.

Sensual Alliteration 

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Delicious Distraction 

Sudictively Suggestive 

You are an Engmatic Elixir 

You are a Premium Perponderance 

Maximum Mammalian Mesmerization

Laboriously Luscious Lucidity   

you Cool Fool you 

Ferocious Felonious Foundries of Fortitude

Viscerally Vivacious Vixen with a Variety of Visual Volumes 

“Thats you”, he tells me

You, my sweet, 

are a Tenaciously Tantalizing Totality of Tremendous 

Tenderness 

 

Life is an experiment with no control.

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I dropped to my knees 

Cold covered in ash

Paint wet 

Fire roaring 

Time lost meaning

I forgot it had changed

I forgot it had ever been different 

Feirce wild eyed freedom 

Every blade of praire grass

Stood at attention 

Charged smoky air 

Dirty & burned 

My face hurt

Strong & steady 

She soothed my worries

Turning my hands in his

I am slipping between those fingers 

Distance from knowing 

Saddens me the most 

Beautifully grotesque 

Undeniably important

Inventions of convenient passion

Open gateways

To romantic perspective 

Intimidate carelessness 

There is no control 

Let go 





Missouri Lounge 

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I ain’t got nothing but you

Keep turning and turning 

She spun a web

Convincing myself

Tonight is a full moon

Always a moment too late

That’s why I should sing the blues

It’s all about the timing it’s all about the tact it’s all about the timing 

When we parted ways

She stood there 

She stood there, she was 

Drunk

She was so cute 

We split her in two 

And

She stood

She didn’t know 

Split

Back to the car 

Nothing but you

My SeaStar

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You gotta let things with wings

Go fly

I love these boots 

But they’re still shoes

Great minds think alike baby

Yesterday I tried 

to whipe off these freckles

‘Cause I thought it was dirt

We thought eachother 

Was attractive 

BUST IT

Eat your veggies 

Or

You’ll become one

Which came first

The muffin 

Or the pan