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Poetry. My life is for me to make. Into.

I grow, I change, I get better,

I cry I feel I hurt even more.

I swing a wider wave.

I wish, I hope.

I Art.

The

First

Word

for Exist.

If thou Art

It is real. It is made.

A stone memory endures to others.

GROWING GIFTS

Sleeping under my teddy bear in my first year, 1947. Guess I was early into that.

9R @ 4, State College, PA, c. 1951, hot days. I discovered red dirt. I liked looking at the cold forests, the farmers' plowing, and the wild hills. I had an imaginary friend, neighbor boys, 2 younger sisters, and a baby brother. My parents rented the Quonset Hut we lived in while my dad went to college and worked in a gas station, and my mother took in laundry: the Tub source.

Kindergarden 1952-53.

I had a boyfriend from school, who lived 300 feet away.

I loved my erector set. Even before it was mine.

Bedford, PA, c. 1962.

Zooming around small town streets. Red and sporty. Sucking dick and buying fag porno.

16 was wonderful and terrible at the same time.

9R @18, 1965. Leaving for college.

Before Christmas, I had thrown away my underwear.

1966 Christmas Break from college. I drove a Corvair Coupe to Florida with a handsome guy (a few years older) I worked with during previous Summers.

Same Florida trip.

Unsated Sophomore smiles.

Somewhere in the early 70s.

Elsewhere in the mid-late 70s.

1981 in Pittsburgh, PA

I had boyfriends, a Plymouth Champ, shortwave radios, and a Commodore 64.

Interesting story about this pix, taken at a Police Station.

We need new truth. All docs. as rev. as they were, need to be rewritten again.

Your assignment: What do we want, except/accept/exploit ourselves, a slave to our interface, for thou

Art in heaven, now, aMen.

A Tribe is those who want to be here. The others go away.

Goon Boy says Hey

with slow widening smile

tight in his cheeks

as his major feature

is ingeniused flesh.

The stretch and taught rise

I might dare claim as progeny

intended

in mental reflection

skin's full flush

mindless

but for care of sensation and satisfaction

and thanking flattery.

Seeing from a distance

Ex boyfriend seems lost

so attractive on him

his best feature except for his big beautiful dick

that commands him so

hauntingly straight in his stupefication.

Sweet man hypnotism.

Projection (what I am, observed by me as my behavior in others)

and Perception (how I understand, encoded, and input)

stewed, and rewarmed, ladeled into hot cast iron

strong and stingy

now rewatered salty or sweet from the day's flow.

Campfire built from history-grown

split opportune logs

by men who sleep together simply.

Data non prescient

ready at the crack

orange peeled reveals apple flesh.

Adam had no clue

and only an other discussion partner.

He wouldn't have

made that mistake

had he been dating

a man.

So imperfect we all are.

Such noise we trail.

So rich the smell of our assholes.

Blanco Bronco

I think about the bloody glove that each might fit

Or walk to a distance wet and weak

Disorganization is the product of untrue power

We testify, or we stay in prison

Flagellant thought our execution

Paranoia is dopplered expression

Smile

So Hypno

that I don't know

but care

to know you

more than I hope;

and know

wishes

bigger. than.

flesh.

attached.

to.

you.

Ne'er glint thy long sword elsewhere

O plumb prince

that we cant

intention well this loudly sung:

Be intensed,

Act made old Art.

Next battle due

Proud,

this Armored heart.

Purple

With this morning shower's pelt hot

on my buttcheeks,

I pressed my facelips

in the crack

between two muskytiles

and thought about what I would do

for/to/with

a young lean

I might appreciate.

Ritual

I keep touching my dick

hungry

new lover

with badge unrequite:

"for courage before desire."

The ribbon is colored gray

and my blush past pink.

Levercock

floppully

squeezemilktube

oozecumagain

meatglue

driplicktaste.

I am kept alive

stimulated

regulated

exaltated

juicyhappy

fleshpump

pneumomechanic

The Fearing

I hear

sexual unwillingness

glib inexperience

creak and

crowbar sensual

future away.

Patience Dash

Bussworms squirmed slow and stiff to motorpulse-loud past the Hole.

Lifeforms crawled with smoke waift and slower yelp amusement toward the cold tar river.

Glower of mercurial vapor painted the view for jerk-scanning eyes.

Some hot blood balloon, the escape path wish.

Communion moan the ceremony promise.

Dissipation cost minutes as flesh beg nags the dirt patina.

A naked man sits cab-filtered, listening in play still.

An old truck growls diesel-songs home.

WhiteGlue

When we meat

holy communion will liquify

down desire-swelled skin shafts

red, and tongue-wet ready

to be teased tight

with small stings of drying,

cum-again streak histories.

Stain my legs

with stick and odor

from my dangling

balls and cock

that we three agree

shall never

be without novelty.

Please again

you make me beg

for the taste

I kneel for

again before,

I cum again.

I will

and wish only

more.

Slower teased

welling cum ooze down

over hot meat

made goey-steamy

slime climaxed and stuck

still there for

more.

Uncooled, I'll

blow again

that residual, living heat

out the holy

delivery tube

that swells

before every load

glues tighter my

worshiping

fated moan.

Down

my throat need

and this beg

plunge that

redrubberflesh dickhead

swell it stony-hard

to gutteral gag

and choke

open.

across

the skin rub

heated word-parts

stoppered by

your hip-push

into my intention

obscured a moment

by size and swell,

spill out

around the swallow

fill your ears

breathless

as my gasp takes

your cock again.

Sweeter for

damming juices

press

in blood baloon let

ooze cum onto

the saliva-slick

tongue so busy

at this beauteous beg-lick

that I wait longer every time

for a bigger load

slower delivered.

Paste my desire

to your cock

from my balls

shoot

that high,

that reach I make

the white streak

go up there

and smear wet

across your own trail.

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