(AppreCJ8n, 0.24: Please Do Not Adjust Your Love)
- bah, black as fawkes when blue as howlers by these hands
o' mine, a poetrywriting wolfpack.
Howeverbless, the Cat's Mother'll stillbuy me chips,
Her 'Je t'aime' eutames ma fingersta tweekle Hernips.
Herhips invite without inveiglin'. Fuss?
Cee's targets seemmy wishes, unless belle passion is Her regularjob.
So my adoration slides in, wolfdip.
Ceejay, please do not adjust Your love.
And do not be turned off,
even when i'm off, unworking withwhat
god the teaspoonful's offwith, alien shine fatigue.
There is no postromance, romance remaince even wh'ime off
the unisex buccal blowsiness of handinhand
radience, and twelve hours deep away, down fartoo, outta the hereazza
as a nozzie,
not no nozza nazz, but a strine swaying like a bat's corkhat
sayta bouquetflailing orpheusrocker on tourdownunder,
mozza's melancunian acid cooing,
glum schtick of general dismayzment
going down crook like an umber nectarine
with happygolucky jackeroos' temperament.
But Ceejay'd have me buck up before I fuckup,
fuck Her before I back Her inta ahhhhcorner,
and then resurfidget
a fizzywillied ejit in postcoital resurrection.
Happy as larry on the laughinggas of Her fine ass,
an' not f'arse stalking in glish
but twelve hours taller. i woz littletaller
than frodo, nowi'me huge, large too,
approx. an ethnically unuranian louferigno.
And tho' onno luge ta hajj, lustily arcane i caterwaul, atopof a rare bien
Cee. Wet but not wet, nor'll be judiciously deerfrozen
like undescended dowsets
in an austerity ecology should i relax gargantuan, no spatialanemone,
int'a wastenotwantnot waistnotwanted now i'm wanted,
'pon cetacean shins whimsylimbs
luxated by luxury of love not dolethin,
now i'm Herphatstag.
oleast i don't wail, cite ahabian had iths, feelin' fucked by life like
bambi or hamlet, 'longta the alongon of my undermanly
way, ungaining 'cept for ungainliness
- ta newcattonese queseen suppershop, chip peking 'peterpan's',
thenta thresher's for 'old bush vines' and something red
as ketchuppy poppies or maltandhops-
ocracies' streetseas like the overlook's elevator,
splitsec ondof
breathedintahislastbreathalyser
death from 'casillero del diablo' - quitesoofteneither.
An' i'm not dolinmidole outfor a deliverer.
Summerdays aren't rottenspectres o' putritious spearing
peerpressure, sunshine is no longer
my summerday yeti exorcist. My liver's not a deli-
contestant. So no pressure but dayendand
promise me Woman, You You peerless
human promissory notable; Woman that power-
fully peers, like the incredible herschel
- look at me, o already do be! With'ose beaux yeux, kosher
attentionpoachers, cushily sucking anxiety as no ready doobie does,
so i'm not al'edginice, but real nice, nicer than reality. 'Sastro illogical
i took me three free mindellhealth seshes t'over turn Her shell,
chalcedonyxof starcrab wrapt in shrinks, also olive olime olincoln bows
waterlilies may node, an' tho' no licerepellent delphinium o' course,
whatabout dudey rubies readsecondhanded from a chazza
zodialmanac by 'toffee-rambo' publishing?
YesShe does have snappers aswellasa shell,
but threateningtwoheadedhenpeckening snippers? No-
toften. So never pinch me, too dreamlessly manic if Her pinchers
were nobbled, i'd press the wardenry of the snipmoon
ta stump my mourning cock, errol
- 'e'd be unflynnish till thedawnis uncalledfor. Who would prune
my selfdestruction, so incisively guided by love?
What Goddess would lickydander lap at, canoodle or
nude cancan with? Who but You could soothe rock
and shift roads of excessicise, frazzle unfrazil the snowy mountains
pointin' like snoutains ta my hutandmystic mistakes,
such that i'm out of my outlook? And whittle woodworkalpcrap
ta shaver's molehillism, as if some termite samson,
teakfeasting oakroach taikun tuckin' inta his rafterinthehamptons...
Tho' with Us the truss remains.
Breaststrokecable depths are the best, cloakableifwithguests lest Cee
the model model Her model modesty forgets. Cleftheadrest,
chestblessings farlessfickla foib balls than the pickle over jaycee in
solarpoweredpaulslashsnowsaul's
admonishingbonnet. An' Ceejay's bazongers prop me stronger than
orbis finiens of orbithousing, than britainyahboosucksof
suspect seasides, than our wily isle's nightnooned napoleonproof natural national-
ism everwill. o i'd lavascuba in hell or florida with sins for fins, no vortical
float, sinkwhere no heavenlies exceptsay zeus upon a pond of 'brut' might stoop,
if You shall never have hadit withmyhav-
ingbeen sucha summerday yeti who evolved and stripped. On and on my long