(AppreCJ8n,0.26: An Eviscerated Gift)
included - as letters' lanes Ourluv's twoway, but fartoo true for two truths.
Golly, gritty
eviscerated gifts, handlicking, finger-
hickeying, infatuated moggy's vermintoy thispoet asiftahandgives, ickymicky
moused - howelse give poemphasis that i'm wild open as doorstepkill?
Tho' licey's letters'll stillscuttle, livetacrawl another... Here is my dissection:
i've hoped against desparationdecomposedhope ta compose
this and that. Andnumberone, Queemceej
understands lickydandle's his everlivingpast's rebuttal, till...
Cummun i'll c ut myselfup first, ratherthatthan be frontdoorbound,
tho' my deathsdoormatwishis dormant.
Welcome me and keep me and You'll leave me
sthenic beneficiary
of a lover's leash, my submission winsome when
You aren't immature enough for s'n'm of the affections.
Like a hound's mouth of cerise heat ,
can't puck-
er refreshese,
speak
breeze, cool or otherwise,
but Ye Ceejay i beseige, aiii!!! As the sea
we alwanna drown our pissy oldness in
beseas a blindspot beach
of sunsets gammyandmashed,
unplaceable music usheringusin as we accept
our oscar for best drowningscene - it's called a 'stevie'
- so shall i riproaringly batter Your trippy humility with riproarin' sortof
thalassically drippy flattery, like the sea i shellreveal
Cee's integrity's gonna need a bigger head!
Beaches for eyes - the stunners - and brainsthe scorchers, and hearts the beefcakes,
in spreadthin porkpeachleechpinchy ownskin, that fitster, naturally beseech You,
'be, Ceejay, just be justCeejay, stripusof our bodymasks, scrawny souldisguises
with the light of Your light dress, hourglass lighthouse lighthowsofttouch
sight of You a light in Your light dress!'
Be Cj, with no little 'I.' Inimitable 'I' i honour's indomitable, tho' She's petite onna
outside, 'cept for those bon 'appyteated, whetting tits.
Wow Yourpersonality is not a sin, it is i who sizzle
with Your extraordinariness. We will not fizzleout, Scintillady most intriguing
as it's no meanfeat when one's decent yet most intriguing.
Freely gentle, withsuch regard for the whole world of others,
foregone She'llgo farforfar others tho' no doggone foggorn 'boutit,
unaware how comfy in Her unusualsoul's comp'ny all are.
i'll dash passably regardin' myloaf someself - a regular ant of ethics,
microbe of antiestablishhumanitarian-
ism - coz i havtahave regard for whosoever regards Her, evenme.
Andif less dashpassable i reregard myown givenup regard-
givers, a chain humane'll commence - soon Cee's the Ceed ofexperimerry
country realfreed fromconflicts of coldhearted peace
andits disagreeableagreements withgreed.
Howevermorphed by a malamirth that halfmurmurously murms
'all births ar'bit macabre', my loudmouthof tobbacteria
has phlegmatissed and flobberflauberted
art opposed ta howdoyoudo solong
that my arty spite's spiteful arts spit plainsplainin' me
out aloofer thana loo thor,
whose thunder of ventjinx 'chieves clackervalve salvoes
tho' the vicinity migrates
But now so what, 'long as it's Our 'so what now, so
what now, so what now, so what now, so what now to our amaranth anniversary...' Then- what?
When We run out of now, hope i'm done for tho' nomoresothan You my love are done
fortoo i s'pose, coz We really shouldn't be alone. Before the no whatthen, Cee, let's
biff awe like martin h. luther who y'know
pissed outta the prozzietent inta bar silica, pulpittemptin' leo the papal tenth' s
palpitations to propertense. Y'know: toldYa: god, i'm patronising!
But being patronises me.