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July, 2002




7/28/02-Bulbous redundant nonessential forward facing pleasure and liquid nourishment dispensers functional toys for groin and groan girls and boys liminal tips for passionate lips tongues bedroom eyes pies sampling comfrey member sweet scents intertwined refined sense sustained entrained suspended rhythmical motion in a dark stranger public place most natural no disgrace...




7/26/02-A fleshy vagina valley o'erflowing river-like against the current my little kayak craft oaring exotic smells upwells a minor tidal flush pumps vermicelli whale tiggling courage lads into the breach though one or none achieve entry into the final fortress the journey's the thing who cares if in the end absolutely meaningless...




7/24/02-A strangling hanging rope the knot so placed as to smash into the trachea the dropped body thrashing about a puppet on its thick hemp string bloated guts the phallus swelling just prior to death the sphincters releasing fore and aft the whole town assembling to see such pre-TV sport a cool compress a bag of frozen peas may be contoured about the symptomatic site for temporary relief of neck pain who and what may give surcease to the agony of a hanging a barbaric symbol of injustice in the american south...




7/21/02-Rough hewn sledge aggressive large hearty animals pulling in frigid air snowy terrain traversed in early morn itchy skins fur turned in cured face wind lined runners of whale bone greased with seal fat precious spear points fashioned from caribou antlers shortened day frosty breath jogging aloft a brilliant silent owl enormous orange moon another two suns' journey back to camp the people the top of the world a mink races across our path beneath the white blanket warm little creatures burrow feed on grasses and roots make love bear next generations and listen for the sounds of pouncing digging foxes their huge ears flashing in the light a distant loud report signals the first signs of a mighty thawing river soon the people will be feasting again and dancing my young cub smiling a mouth full of blubber the ancestors speak my spirit bear too I angle to the left picking up the scent the dogs leap ahead straining their tight traces I lift the shiny oiled weapon load on the run and over the next hillock the herd appearing fire the gun...




7/10/02-The vividness of new glasses' vision on the drive over bark shades of brown and green lovely flower stems petals leaves bird feather colors leaping out the taste of honey shampoo the feel of thick warm lather on my scalp the intense glow in a young woman's eyes while talking to her friend a rich aroma of black coffee the pattern in the wood interior paneling a glance that says volumes to intuition the trip to trudy's for breakfast a sensory feast equal to a month vacation for the complacent traveler...




7/4/02-All shapes and visages coalescing only three medieval sorcerer warriors remained after with magic arrows he'd slain the six who'd turned mutinied had sought their own way by stealth and craft yet forsook to own their treachery those three were she who'd lost her heart to the dark poet the poet's ancient mentor who'd slain the six in the end and the dark poet himself who'd passed the fateful last challenge and for fear of death descended and suspended like a spider over and through the awesome depths above upraised lances and fiery formless fossils in following his teacher's directions without question summoning final nerve and newfound boon had by passionate truth in verse both sung out across the vale and whispered insidiously privately inside her head won the prize of her greatest treasures respect loyalty and a love so powerful it overcame her revulsion for his many hideous faces these three then shall explore guard and learn the impenetrable ways of the enchanted spirit shadow realm where all is thought or feeling where one only dies who believes he does...

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