Hi Ku Cat

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She just needs a thorough spanking,
a hard dick to suck after,
kisses and wine,
good girl.
 
Ambiguous Much?

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She was made for this life,
and I think,
she may love it almost as much as me.
 
My hearts sinks
finding your boldest
fiercely red lace triangle
pinned in public on the line
but then I find you even bolder
 
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Behold a bunny, brave tresspasser,
nicking tender growing munchies,
farewell comes w/no great sorrow
and a side of black-eyed peas.
 
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Squash cake, burgers, stir fried, steamed,
w/butter, salza, or husk 'mater jam.

I am the cucurbita man picking every other day;
two hours on the row to weed n schmooze,
plan attacks on well defended positions,sweat,
smile, be
happy that unexpected treasures are followed
by well intended grace
after nine lines of
avoiding rhymes
 
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That was so weird
Last post just gone,
glitchy jive n poof,
you lost the only proof
bad poetry vanishes
with good wine.
 
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Dragon eggs and light bulbs,
white butterfly's hauling ass,
convoluted orbits moving fast,
gone, back post coital, maybe.

Cow peas and honeysuckle,
apple muffins w/jam,
cheese, happy glasses,
epicurean bliss.
 
bandanas, bikes and hendrix

trips down memory lane
bring fewer bruises nowadays

his mourning for two good hands
two strong legs
balance?
mellowed some
golden times recalled less bitter

more sugar with the acid
those california dreamins
 
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Yippi ki yi yay
lawn mower rodeo,
she bucks, she stutter jumps
over those poor crawdad holes,
hang on Harry, unfortunate bronco hero,
cutting down that happy growth 12 weeks strong.
He should put a rice patty there.
 
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Yippi ki yi yay
lawn mower rodeo,
she bucks, she stutter jumps
over those poor crawdad holes,
hang on Harry, unfortunate bronco hero,
cutting down that happy growth 12 weeks strong.
He should put a rice patty there.
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Paddy you say? That's just so,
so wrong, Paddy would have disapproved,
 
The Interns Handbook, weed while it's wet.

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A playful morning,
last nights supper,
milk and peach butter,
the first shower cools the air,
lays straw flat, peace.

Row seven calls under ragged skies,
twenty feet above the rest, One hundred and fifty west;
all down hill from there with a soggy cardboard box.
She joins me down below, gravid clouds slow to explode leak,
box fails, emergency fix, downpour, walk away.
 
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worth the price

Nature always calls the price—
we need to pay the cost:
blisters, bites and salt sweat-tears,
blood-pacts with bugs, aches and wear;
arthritic angst, bruises, cares

then, when we've given everything,
she lavishly concedes—
her bounty's reaped in gold, red, green
in purpled blue, brown, orange, cream—
all creatures fed, life-cycles well-redeemed.
 
Nature always calls the price—
we need to pay the cost:
blisters, bites and salt sweat-tears,
blood-pacts with bugs, aches and wear;
arthritic angst, bruises, cares

then, when we've given everything,
she lavishly concedes—
her bounty's reaped in gold, red, green
in purpled blue, brown, orange, cream—
all creatures fed, life-cycles well-redeemed.
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:cattail:
 
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How far we've come,
how far strayed,
words apply to all times and space,
and I am so fucking tired of it all.

Here, in the perfection of this perfect morning,
I wonder,
Is this Heaven or Hell?
 
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I love the thunder flooding rain,
static sounding rush on earth.
Run, escape from all the love,
soaked shirt dripping, soggy boots
half bucket of tomato's.
Wet smiles under a tree
for lush rows left behind,
yesterday.

Clouds danced away today,
dipped stumbled sprinkles,
formed a circle, sun lit the stage. Action.
 
for all the lush rows
the glut of nature's progeny
is it so strange
this privilege i feel
when
sat behind him
under the fan
watching him create
write
exist in his fay world
—witness to wonders
an experience opposite to loneliness ​
felt when he refuses to communicate
at more mundane levels

i could suck the cock right off of him
were it not for this pre-storm blinding headache
rendering me one-eyed, sweating
waiting for rain
 
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Make that special delivery
rush to grocery,
rip down the aisle,
oh mercy.
Ain't that the ugliest avocados you've ever seen?
Wrinkled black fruit looks a waste, bet it's ripe,
grab 2, go for milk and burritos,
checkout, blastoff.

Orbit, re-entry, lunch?
Skin holds a treat firm and sweet,
guacamole with lots of heat.
 
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The Princess and the Pea (With Apologies)

It came one day the King would wed
a Princess from 'cross the sea
come to replace one run away that detested giving head,
after many missionary years on the mattress of their bed.

A mattress that seemed a little stiff from the one he'd had before,
abandoned and forgotten by one so sensitive
to say, the old one wasn't proper, a night of sleep left her sore;
now she'd gone, the tick remained, he'd cursed her for a whore.

The new Princess was everything the King could desire,
loved to love and please her liege, vowed to never leave,
but the bedding wasn't proper for a Princess, oh please Sire,
get us another one, softer and a little higher?
 
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The Princess and the Pea (With Apologies)

It came one day the King would wed
a Princess from 'cross the sea
come to replace one run away that detested giving head,
after many missionary years on the mattress of their bed.

A mattress that seemed a little stiff from the one he'd had before,
abandoned and forgotten by one so sensitive
to say, the old one wasn't proper, a night of sleep left her sore;
now she'd gone, the tick remained, he'd cursed her for a whore.

The new Princess was everything the King could desire,
loved to love and please her liege, vowed to never leave,
but the bedding wasn't proper for a Princess, oh please Sire,
get us another one, softer and a little higher?

Again? What was it with normal beds and a royal lady?
Were their bodies made for some ultra special needs?
Was it the reason that they woke each morning achy,
or a genetic disposition rendering all of them quite crazy?

Still the pleas went on and on, but all he saw was gold
and the utter insanity to spend it on silly things as these.
He sat on his horse, blind with the puzzle, teetering but not sold
between the tick, the Princess and sweet nights no longer cold.

The horse gave a snort; he returned to the world, his duties below,
to the Kingdom, fields green, busy farmers at their peas,
and the handy mans cart pulled by two ox rumbling up the slope,
encumbered by some large monstrosity, tied securely with rope.
 
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This is my church;
the earth, a sanctuary,
sky, ever changing grace.

Ground turned w/devotion, love;
above, the suns godly smile
blesses all those bowed below.

I feed those entrusted to my service,
insects, birds, nervous rabbits, deer,
those that walk beside, here and there.

Dawn and twilight are stained glass windows,
many pane's of ever changing hue, shadow;
drawn curtains end my day's.
 
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This is my church;
the earth, a sanctuary,
sky, ever changing grace.

Ground turned w/devotion, love;
above, the sun's godly smile
blesses all those bowed below.

I feed those entrusted to my service,
insects, birds, nervous rabbits, deer,
those that walk beside, here and there.

Dawn and twilight are stained glass windows,
many panes of ever changing hue, shadow;
drawn curtains end my days.

love this

fixed your soggies :heart:
 
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Building Twelve:

Knelt before the supplicant
he frees entangled leaves
of its neighbors to the west-ish
a pair of rowdy peas,
all grope and no poke;
it's rough on row seven.

Standing with benediction
striding down waiting throng
beginning your pilgrimage
performed a hundred times a day
'twix the fervor of suns blessing
and the nearest patch of shade.
 
..Gimmie Some

Someone turn on the radio;
make some noise.
It could be anything,
rock or jazz. Some
indie grungers or concert spaz,
Get off your ass, make a dash for some
music. I'll pay you back;
coffee klatch?
Fresh baked snacks?
Salza! I've got a batch; lets munch.
So gimme some,
please gimmie some
MUSIC.
 
AWOL

loss:
raw as an amputated stump;
a phantom arm that still recalls
warm weight of crying babies
rocked to catch-breath sleep.

when dreams bring visions
capture them as best one can
with loose-cupped fingers, placid mind,
for the muse is awol
even as the keyboard nags in wait;

accept with grace gifts given—
be it from some spectral lass
or more primate, nocturne musings.
 
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