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'parently this happened ~
Minister what Minister of pray, highway and blight is your Northern tongue and I my brogues a broken stick forsake the highway. Returning from Paris, the outskirts, slum rises, slums of banlieue what was that rocket that went off? Christmas elections, Mother high erections for your convections, schizo eggs for your head, scissor boy Remember across the bed? the time you came over to read
poetry and it was then I said Oh this is what is the crystal ball of synergy? out the long lane looking years later saw you fat over-grown a pumpkin to your earlier beauty slim attractive as the sky become what some sad sandwich of death in your something blue uniform was that you the girl with the tom-tom cat and the blue ribboned cap and yer beep bop blues and your single stare blue in the eye the blues for Miss T. and yer lover’s slag your breast hung to my mouth ongoing and the night I was right out of it I stayed over it walright was that the night
was so drunk so drunk drunk drblacked out in the hole a spinning void wanting her so bad wanting her bad wanting kissing in the bar afterwards on Bethsheba balcony kissing her so bad so bad wanting bufter, in that after of 'always no to me never loved was a lie the spit of passion not love’s conve s a coward denying relaying So later whas not dnk later a year or so so later SAnn came to my apartment on Roy in the basement where I lived she came walking along
her love was
leaning to us
each day
hour
with me anda hard-on as we walked all the way we ate we spoke she was reading my book no, there was no book yet no book yet yet there was no book So made up for it when “made up for it” making “a pass” she was on my bed the same blanket e now and this was 5000 years ago pushed her a little catching her by surprise she said could feel my weight across her long body and she said O O Oh O And said am am and she O, not ready "for this," my hand was right near her breast aching for the shape and feel of it I wanted to, but she didn’t, didn't, she wasn't__, and I regretted this, thinking there was just that moment when her breast was so there so there it ‘d have consoled me later, knowing I’d felt her breast my hand grazing her breast would’ve warmed the cold night suppled my frozen hands thawed out my numb fingers fingers of leaf And later that day came saying her name
you came to my hands lover
nother’s who’d caused me pain so much it was my first pain in the new game the game of not being drunk being something else something wise sagacious and loaned was broken broken by the spitoon of it its graciousness pain pain graciousness in my mouth holding the steeple to God standing in my pain shooting right through right through shooting pain that pain the pain of bodies lovers got Later her long body took the pass up and she 'landed' on my bed No, we were not sculling teams but lovers on the long bed
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There no Proof Objection Reproof or Correction it Happened Again ~
One might suggest an Erring
errancy
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