Tattoo
Down her back
Pocahontas
In a bath of suds
Krungtep
Makes
The strong man
Humble
Crumble the towers
Rumble in the jungle
Embrace
Kiss her face
Lick her lips
Sweet sweet
Fields of corn
Thanks giving
In a world
Of brutes
Fly away
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Butterfly
Strolling
Down the narrow
Alley
Doors left & right
Red lights
Cross the Styx
Bleeding Hector
Of Troy
Ballad of old
Lying down
Palms upwards
My every day
Golden torsos
Rescue
Arrives
Or does it?
Smoke screens
Bahamas
Insurance
Flounce & bounce
The smell of sweat
On the floor
Fcuk
Me tight
Fish net
The crab
In me
Lingers
Break in
Says the caretaker
Peter from Dam
Three plum graces
Ate the counter
To my rescue
Under
Way
Spinoza
Had a nose
For scotch tape
&smelly glue
Blue flu
Cows
Of Ramallah
Turbans off
Revolver
Hunter
Deers & Fawns
Fan me blank
Crank the volume
In my mind
Hunt him down
I musn’t forget that
Absolutely
Love comes in my eyes
Day after day
Hear me loud
When I close my eyes
Robert
De Niro
One shot
Only one
For the kill
Nam & Irak
Massage my back
Down flat
Spooky alley
Of Dam
Cider flowing
In my veins
Pot abound
Rub my back again
Shake yo booty
Bounty hunter
Rebels in the words
Anarchists of 36
Over throw
Da sheriff
& deputy
For good old Moe
Slim
With little limbs
And a grin
She gave Rudi her number
Bracelets & rings
Bottoms up
Well she said
I’m gonna
Speak to them
Scoot over now
Go down on me
For I am petite
&like it
That way
Shame
Is one invasive feeling
Think after
Seems to be the motto
You know
You start
You don’t stop in time
The adrenaline of it
The sour after taste
What’s done is done
And has to come
To means with it
A behavior doesn’t just change
Till you replace the pillars
Or address the fundamentals
Alter the dreams
To ease the nightmares
Black skies ahead
Bearing falling rot
In a pressure cooker
Low skies that is
The turmoil
Of the aftermath
As the anguish
Draws nearer
And nearer
To the happening
Les mots
Operation a Coeur ouvert
Is the genius
The writer or
He who explains the WORD
What’s in a word
The holy books
One at a time
That’s a sacred lexicon
Is a passage
To the other WORLD
No, only the heart
Leads there
No words can
Alone
You need words
And energy vibes
To see
And vibes
Are
From up there
Through the
Thinking brain
To the hands
To heal
Hands to see
But without questions
Using words, it’s limited
Just as words alone can do
Balance of words
& feelings to
Create mental images
Which in turn are translated
By Brain
Into words
Which affect the brain
And fill the heart
Should it be open
To surgery
Lexical
Tell him a domain
I’ll find a meaning
With a contextual reduction
Not to fool the machine
One domain at a time
Domain name
What are you?
All hands on dears
Breasts amaze
On fire my brain
Cool cool cool
Flat chest
Low
Hump & rump
The clump
On hold
Major on fire
Save Willy
Sad fad of Willy
Chills my mills
Grills the fills
Refill refill
Me tight & right
Don’t cheat on the meat
Sweet sweet
Defeat of
Weakening
Awakening meat
I met her suite
All stoned & cooked
Afloat in beer barf
The worst of livers
Swap the flap
Swipe the gripe
Whip the ship
Mince your words
Mix the wax
Fax the wax
Candles & galore
Down on da
Dance floor
Next door
I can see you
Free some day
I say
In total dismay
Grind the find
Write the sight
Cigs & figs
Migs & twigs
Commies & models
Planes & cranes
Crank it up
Crock it down
Mock the flock
Clock of sox
Where’s da fox
You
Slick & wicked
Skins on fire
Chuckin’ a tire
Hearts one beat
Seize da maze
Always go craze
Yo bro
Mo fo
Still hanging in
Onto me
Reflex checking
It out of clout
Flout your might
Join da fight
With all your might
Rock the flock
Slap the jock
Catch da crotch
Put up the gas
Put out your nose
Froze out yo clothe
Freeze the breezer
Cool breeze
In the creace
Of fleeting fleece
Join the coin
Corner foreman
Steep ali
What quality
No nicety
Just necessity
Freaks me out
Da old clout
Swipe it in flight
Just an old cringe
Or was it a binge
Letters just like
One long long mile
Long word
Letter to Julie
Piqued your curiosity
Since the pizzeria flight
Tried to picture you
With all my might
Been a while
Needed to return
You (in pic of course) to
Fran your mom
Good practice
For the Monique
Mo in law
I now have
Or still have
Should I say
Help
Always I cried
For help
Sorry for all JNP
Was too young
Still wild oats
As you prosaically
Put it once
Help is what I call for
Would you mind
Talking to Sophie
The mom
Of my daughter saskia
Schipper died last year
Lost my guardian
Angel of sorts
Surrounded by my parents
Meaner than ever
Could you share
In therapeutic terms
The hell I had
You live thru
So she can realize
It ain’t her the problem
But me
You
Under
Stand
I imagine
As a resume
I was fired last week
After becoming
Number 4
Live in waterloo Belgium
Am one of the leading
Anti money laundering experts
Saskia was conceived in NY
Cared for in Cuba
And is 6 now
Nico in Dakkar
Nat in Shanghai
Haven’t talked to my father
Since my wedding
Four years
Ago
Lo
A leader
Long time no see
Said the blind man
Thabani had eight kids
Six wives, three in a year
For he loved women
& all they bring
Bear & wear
Amoeba
Curdles into the interstices
And affects even the heart
Back to the basics
Of the inner self
Uninspired days
Of come & go
Stars fleeting
And shooting from the hip
Cripple in one’s world
Looking for a cool breeze
Flowing anew
Just to be
Near to one’s
Main concerns
Who are loved ones
At stake
Leave frenetical movement
& white nights
To others
Time has come
To finally rest
& breathe
To Nadia
As she fled
Across the seven borders
Hand over a fifty
Sipping the piccolo
Moet that is
Friends we were
Italian too
Flash your hair
Belly dance
My frenzy
Into the walls
Hold me tight
Tween your nipples
I’m a cripple
Lost without a clue
There are so few
Missed a step
Faced it up
And scrounged
Cork screw
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