College Magnetic Poetry Vol. 1

I eat her peach, like it was a screaming bed
Rob lathered her pink butt, like I said
She urges me to lick the bare breasts, or no head
They want the mist under the dress, and she is red
I cry, but think those rose petals are like a knife
My woman moans as we fall with spring through life
Smell sweet honey like a purple forest o’ eggs
He sees my finger smear next to the smooth hot leg
Watching two girls waxin’ & milkin’ without you
The gorgeous goddess needs his languid tongue to be true
Deliriously drunk & a repulsive moment recalls an ugly day
I felt the beauty whispering lust, wanting to play
Sweat leaves my apparatus juicy and shiny, always beating it away
Frantic spray floods the luscious garden from behind
Trying to swim beneath a language o’ an elaborate mind
Winter crushes drool over lovely eyes
On top, producing no sleep as we lie
Together, eternity is an essential chain
Manipulating me through bitter rain
Mothers can ask to stop, but still get to blow
I pound your fluff and then must go
Getting shot in some hair is easy when you are not above
Shadows o’ their enormous size is what you vision and love

Circa 1998

*Author’s Note: I feel I should explain this mess. It was written in college on a buddy’s fridge with the non-x-rated magnetic poetry. It is horribly juvenile and I love it all the more for that reason.

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We Don’t Have To Agree

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We don’t have to agree
Friendship doesn’t require
Eyeball to eyeball to see
Equal respect is all we desire
You think those silly thoughts
I believe I’m right with mine
Together to deal with our lot
Common courtesy allows us to be just fine

I Sit Overlooking The Harbor

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I sit overlooking the harbor
I’m wearing a silly sort of grin
I watch the sails disappear quietly
All the while, sipping a shade of gin
Otis replaying within my mind
His gentle soul resting upon my ears
I’m anxious, but that won’t matter
For the sea will swallow all your fears

Getting Crazy Hard With The Bard


It’s a style newer than new
The Torino rocked perfect blue
Dismayed by the delayed arrival
Standing together for survival
Feeling abandoned since the anthology
A devastating mix; you know it’s a LP

Getting crazy hard
With the Bard
Smoking that rhino horn
Feeling life reborn

We won’t let you drown
Rising up in a beatnik sound
Tapping out evolving discourses
Connection from the one True source
Possibly you’re in the endless series
Unable to contain the Nebbian theories

Getting crazy hard
With the Bard
Smoking that rhino horn
Feeling life reborn

Stepping silently on your soles
Playing with traditional roles
Not stirring controversy
Just waiting for you & me
A secret to whisper in the night
A decision; is it fight or flight

Getting crazy hard
With the Bard
Smoking that rhino horn
Feeling life reborn

Peeling Away Your Silly Girl Clothes

  

Peeling away your silly girl clothes

Not knowing a change is going to come

Overreacting to your latest slight

How many more nights till you’re numb

Fold away your college sweater, dear

Release your one-dimensional dream

The Californian sun has set

Strings coming apart at the seams

Rotten hotel room carpet remind of him

Walk away to brighter possibilities now

Know you deserve much more

Fade into your mind to discover how

Flipping Through Magazines

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Flipping through magazines

Trying to find my darling girl

She’s been gone awhile now

She left to see the world

She’ll be coming home soon

& we can end this silly game

My God, I love her so

But she doesn’t know my name