Deal with this for a week!
Sergeant somebody
In my window sill
Pitching me
Lilliputian romance, fuck off
I dont want to hear
No serious stuff no
No Cyrano
You can not come with me
To see the trespasses
Of my plum garland
Scarlet remnant
Tangent turvy
The moon shot
Is all I got
Whore
She is my girl officer
Without a gentlemen
Just me
Loving her right
I pray forcing her
To deal with me
But I will
Earn it
I will slay no dragon
But earn
I will grind
Like a miller
For that I am
A millers grandson
A man willing
To work
For his come-uppance
His page
Of date palm
Fig lovely
Spark idolatry
.Mickey grab your axe
And cut me a crimson grove
A gaping grape hole
For the vines of widows
And a lending vision
Of too many pueblos
Nearing baking points
Without any hollow
Without a crystal of icy resolve
A bead in a bandana
To further the washed rock
Bed
The cool other side
Dark in the night
The desert
And my pillow warm
From the sun
Hard
To sleep through
Dragging
Pulling
The sweaty revolver
Of Billy the kid
Jesse James
Here to shoot
At me
With the shotgun
Above her door
To ask her a walk
To temp
But a hand
And a pedestal
For her
And I
And me
And her
In the picture
With urchins
Little sea monsters
Asking where
The wild things are
In your mommies heart
In her Glenlivet gladly
Loaded pistol of caliber
A hole
Ivory banister
For my holy
Oke
Oh for mounting majesties
And such burial
Mounds of tear
Mounds ethereal
Baffling prairie grass sand
Small yellow flowers
Against the slants
Of wheat
And katydid reddened eyes
Dust bowling
The strike anywhere matching
Picture of a FBI wanted list
A pyromaniacal infidel
The feast of
The beast of
My burden
The animals and her
Little whore house
My bedroom decorated
Like Louisiana
And the rising
Dixie talk she gives
My French impressionist
Walk
The swagger
Of Jimmy
The tea missing
Its crumpets
The poor suckers
Missing their dollars
Dollars for god
For the god of Baptist bylaw
Inbred by in-laws,
Hey candy ass rebel
Kiss
My grandest rifle
And swallow
My loneliest trumpet
Playing
Wedding bells for my chain
Quiet for my childrens voices
And her
To bathe my etched eyes
In her
Your
Shadow
On a balcony
Towering angelic
Over an ocean
Grander
Than none
Of the simple curves
Left from your skirt
Catching your thigh, the fireplace near
The crackling rocks
Offering suffrage
A chance
To vote
For a dating game damsel
And a minstrel on parole
There she is
Like a symphony
There she is
Singing to me
In my heart
She is in my heart
The robot in me
The training fitting me
The changes near
Oh my god
What god
And what fear
A fear of something
Some
Other
Thing
I cant sing bout
In the this fish house
This ice castle
This tail wrastle
A square peg
In a round hole
A swim team
In a provocative wishing well
Another holy
Whole bunch
Of trouble long days
And hard nights
A hard rain
Is gonna fall,
I will not fall
I guess I will
Work for it
Drive extra hard
Push the tin
Of a truckers stop
The vagrants,
And top heavy easy zee-zee
The Dadaism of the dying
A workmans death
Pushing iron over diesel
Bio over coal
Frontiers over deliverance
And motion offense over fears
Falling behind to catch
Her up
Kissing away
A flower bed
For a grander street corner
In a mid day afternoon
All by myself
Asking myself
Why I left Georgia
And the dead reef
Why I left the crisp rock
Of wilting nothing
Wasteland over Graceland
Honky dying for the funk
Apparently it wasnt
Very clear to me
That I
Needed to be someone
Other than
I wanted to be
If I was to be
A gaucho on a farm
Of cheese
Dreams set to vacation
And settlement
Antidisestablishmentarianism
Always
My credo
Why piss in the sink
When you can cup
A hand
Take a drink
Beer
For my horses
All dead
The men dead
My hood cloaked
Unsheathed
Tangled emasculate
And faded, death
Only lonely Love
Never needed
An elevator
When a stairwell will do
My love
Never needed a temperature
Because
Your cold heart was
To never do enough
For the mercury rising
And falling
Of the barometer set
At zero
Your heart dead
Stuffed full
Of your animal eyes
Mom to be watching
My muff dive
Screaming to leave
Screaming for my removal
Your clit
My shotgun
Swivel
Into teddy bear fluff
Your stuffing
In a little girls heart
Wishing
Well tears never grand
Like the horizon
Just settled like hell
Thats it, hell
Your love was hell
Sergeant somebody
In my window sill
Pitching me
Lilliputian romance, fuck off
I dont want to hear
No serious stuff no
No Cyrano
You can not come with me
To see the trespasses
Of my plum garland
Scarlet remnant
Tangent turvy
The moon shot
Is all I got
Whore
She is my girl officer
Without a gentlemen
Just me
Loving her right
I pray forcing her
To deal with me
But I will
Earn it
I will slay no dragon
But earn
I will grind
Like a miller
For that I am
A millers grandson
A man willing
To work
For his come-uppance
His page
Of date palm
Fig lovely
Spark idolatry
.Mickey grab your axe
And cut me a crimson grove
A gaping grape hole
For the vines of widows
And a lending vision
Of too many pueblos
Nearing baking points
Without any hollow
Without a crystal of icy resolve
A bead in a bandana
To further the washed rock
Bed
The cool other side
Dark in the night
The desert
And my pillow warm
From the sun
Hard
To sleep through
Dragging
Pulling
The sweaty revolver
Of Billy the kid
Jesse James
Here to shoot
At me
With the shotgun
Above her door
To ask her a walk
To temp
But a hand
And a pedestal
For her
And I
And me
And her
In the picture
With urchins
Little sea monsters
Asking where
The wild things are
In your mommies heart
In her Glenlivet gladly
Loaded pistol of caliber
A hole
Ivory banister
For my holy
Oke
Oh for mounting majesties
And such burial
Mounds of tear
Mounds ethereal
Baffling prairie grass sand
Small yellow flowers
Against the slants
Of wheat
And katydid reddened eyes
Dust bowling
The strike anywhere matching
Picture of a FBI wanted list
A pyromaniacal infidel
The feast of
The beast of
My burden
The animals and her
Little whore house
My bedroom decorated
Like Louisiana
And the rising
Dixie talk she gives
My French impressionist
Walk
The swagger
Of Jimmy
The tea missing
Its crumpets
The poor suckers
Missing their dollars
Dollars for god
For the god of Baptist bylaw
Inbred by in-laws,
Hey candy ass rebel
Kiss
My grandest rifle
And swallow
My loneliest trumpet
Playing
Wedding bells for my chain
Quiet for my childrens voices
And her
To bathe my etched eyes
In her
Your
Shadow
On a balcony
Towering angelic
Over an ocean
Grander
Than none
Of the simple curves
Left from your skirt
Catching your thigh, the fireplace near
The crackling rocks
Offering suffrage
A chance
To vote
For a dating game damsel
And a minstrel on parole
There she is
Like a symphony
There she is
Singing to me
In my heart
She is in my heart
The robot in me
The training fitting me
The changes near
Oh my god
What god
And what fear
A fear of something
Some
Other
Thing
I cant sing bout
In the this fish house
This ice castle
This tail wrastle
A square peg
In a round hole
A swim team
In a provocative wishing well
Another holy
Whole bunch
Of trouble long days
And hard nights
A hard rain
Is gonna fall,
I will not fall
I guess I will
Work for it
Drive extra hard
Push the tin
Of a truckers stop
The vagrants,
And top heavy easy zee-zee
The Dadaism of the dying
A workmans death
Pushing iron over diesel
Bio over coal
Frontiers over deliverance
And motion offense over fears
Falling behind to catch
Her up
Kissing away
A flower bed
For a grander street corner
In a mid day afternoon
All by myself
Asking myself
Why I left Georgia
And the dead reef
Why I left the crisp rock
Of wilting nothing
Wasteland over Graceland
Honky dying for the funk
Apparently it wasnt
Very clear to me
That I
Needed to be someone
Other than
I wanted to be
If I was to be
A gaucho on a farm
Of cheese
Dreams set to vacation
And settlement
Antidisestablishmentarianism
Always
My credo
Why piss in the sink
When you can cup
A hand
Take a drink
Beer
For my horses
All dead
The men dead
My hood cloaked
Unsheathed
Tangled emasculate
And faded, death
Only lonely Love
Never needed
An elevator
When a stairwell will do
My love
Never needed a temperature
Because
Your cold heart was
To never do enough
For the mercury rising
And falling
Of the barometer set
At zero
Your heart dead
Stuffed full
Of your animal eyes
Mom to be watching
My muff dive
Screaming to leave
Screaming for my removal
Your clit
My shotgun
Swivel
Into teddy bear fluff
Your stuffing
In a little girls heart
Wishing
Well tears never grand
Like the horizon
Just settled like hell
Thats it, hell
Your love was hell
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suburban_relapse:
Nice words.
photomares:
it would take me an hour to type all that!...Im sloooooow