(AppreCJ8n, 0.3: Wildlice Isn't Roman)
My creeping breaths i'll weave inta Her blonde and alsobrown
crown - tiznotaz
yellowy andunsteadyinglyunsmelly as winterjasmine.
And Her more brunettythanblonde mound
is jazzminion's nudey forum, mmm.
Veni, vidi - not that my veiny's veedeed
- 'frequentasne hunc locum?'
Vici? 'Libido dominatur' She prolly should have purred, then demurred...
As should have done that lice of Hers, th'only from
putting latinin verbatim et literatum et punctatim outta his beardie's books,
inta his only Beauty's poemprostrate. But wait,
quod times? Quo animo? A hunk locum called dr. chico zhivago
or dr. kenneth kildare. A new man of medicine manifest, whose butt's weight
is hippocratically unhypocritical, trim praxis. Cee's homo perfectus,
painless man, journeyman
of the surgeries and bedside moanerlistener,
nostruminister fair, with a safe spot for the blondely browny,
feathery needling of Her a.m.hazey hair,
should cheddykruger personify aegra somnia
ta my mousilocked midnight Monalisa.
Healthier ta keepmeeting like that my paranoiddelusions laugh!
My fear: aeger amore makes dorsal sawboneses of us all. Noh! For Clareyjaney
is licey's listening cure, purest nearcure for
liceness once weirdly warmer at winter.
'Non semper erit aestas' - wot hesiod, he said - salient only'f She's
my confleeing balance's byeloved evacuee,
resisting enlisting
my lust ta bust
Herhair outta
bunches by brunch. But woz Her a b.c.body or a body-
hopper like dr.sambeckett, that t.v. turnerbackofclocks ex-'quantum leap',
my She, ly's Cee'd surely have said 'hic finis fandi!
Sentio me iam te novisse', coz
this time in this time my Baby stay'd eversince We met. We met,
ante-antipanties neckin' nexus Us, at nightmaremind group
therapy, where i shared my thera-
poetic shtick, sighed 'chosis o' psycodices
in a tweetieforce senseslurry so cuckoobananas and sorry.