Summer Comes Crashing Down Upon Us

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Summer comes crashing down upon us
The cliches of sunshine cannot be overstated
We grow warmer & friendlier in the heat
The smiles & the bright sky are interrelated
We’ve been bundled up for far too long
Fleeing society for the beaches to lessen stress
Stripping yourself of these daily burdens
Smelling of sweat & suntan lotion as we undress

Poseur Punks Stealing My Traditions

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Poseur punks stealing my traditions

Though they never earned the right

You cannot reappropriate a feeling

They’ve never been adrift under a starry night

These kids’ empty hearts & endless expectations

I left the sweat of my brow upon the sea

With too many of my nights away from home

In an entitled world; duty means a lot to me

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.

Delving Between The Consciousness Of My Girl

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Delving between the consciousness of my girl
The humble dreams of a beauty so flaxen
The visions of hairless whispers, no more than a swirl
I need her to un-break my heart, like Toni Braxton
Catching a fading glimpse within my forlorn squint
A fragile existence filtered down and disseminated unto
Ecstasy on Earth, but only for a momentary stint
I wake suddenly, sweating, in only my Superhero Underoos

Running Through The Trees

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Running through the trees
My soul searching for a respite
Naturally purifying my existence
Exchanging dialogue to acquit
Exhaustion overcoming me
Finding peace through sweat
Closing my thoughts to ugliness
Our beauty perfected within the typeset

The Ink Smudged On My Finger

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The ink smudged on my finger
Proof I was thinking about you
Knowing the dire truth
Wishing you didn’t feel so blue
So, I’ll slowly remove my tie
& leave you in your finest state of undress
We’ll dance & love the night away
Our tears & sweat – a passionate mess

Fallen Out Of The Boat Like A Circus Freak

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Fallen out of the boat like a circus freak
This cluttered mind has fallen loose
Tumblin’ dice along this sweaty creek
Your necktie makes a perfect noose
Still haunted by that world class whore
I can still taste her filthy mouth
I’m making wide strokes for that shore
Continuing on, I’m heading down south
Gotta find a life that’s goin’ well
Gotta find a way to keep above the swells