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Diner PinersUnkempt gents minding their own
and the scraggly hags that avoid them;
walls
more see-through than windows they occupy
are these newspapered ghosts with addendums.

Wiley beards and crooked brassieres
are met with smirking resolve
as origami halos from non-absorb napkins
form a moot youth that dissolves.

A perfect coffee
stains the yap
they'll never live long enough to brighten
while personification's memory
pays towards the tab;
a slow-moving bullet much like them.

Those Rabis & Witches
dress their last days
in mothy green tweeds and cat hair
in hopes of hands-free spiritual exchange
as much as they both hate to be there.

Crumbling Conversations"It is something to know ~ that a penis in tow,
and an arm
are very, very different...

neither
is the measure
of a master creator
a long waving stave of divinity.",

the matriarch said,

baring a strangle hold
on the wrangled mould
as she spoke to the Tiny Hiney Man.

Clearly a 'Ms. Under'... standing heeled and balanced in the cracks

Hiney Man looked on
as mustaches were hard to come by, and not every noble nose could afford one.

"And where there are pussies, there's milk, I assure
the kind that kittens with mittens adore...",

the matriarch finally felt fit to admit
as the crowd failed to roar
and the bulb never lit.

Air Conditional It
was one of those
sultry summer sufferings

salt
on the skin
sulfur
in the wind

and every uncased candle
sagged
leaning to see how the butter on the counter was making out.

At a thousand degrees
SatYourRated Fat
while our comparative waxes boiled

Your hopping fly
to my sticky eye

where all of a sudden
yellow
is a bad color for a kitchen

Sweaty couples
in ignitable puddles
were boats without rudders

The Blue Abyss
missed us

ANY match would be lethal in this weather

Shunted RadianceUnsung Fun - (adj.); Unapproachable Sun

bakes hard all things so
floppy~free,
those soppable sides
of suppliment-succulent earth

Yet itself, so Astral...

PROJECTING (?!)
no, it was a question

ssss-sssshhh!

Light electing heat; delighted heights towards vexed defeats

Night does becomes you -
that black and blue fall

as You call
all knowings into play
(v); which slow the snow
but still they show
there IS a Hell

The Burning Ball
of brazen gall

relentless
repentless

The Yearning Bawl
(n/v); disassociates

.

Crown of Golden BrownIt was a cupped and caked coincidence
how she could captivate a heated room with her overflow;
her crisp lips' brimming capacity.
The last words to cross them,
a batter of over-whipped thoughts
that would tastelessly toughen if ever exposed to air -

but she'd spill ill measurements anyway
into silver hollows
sprayed with protection and flavor.

A greased burn,
floating in flute juice,
was the crumb in pink underpants.

.

Moral Maps Street View Marla Immaculata
______________________________

From washed driver's hands
that are kept where a Dispatcher can hear them...

dirty deeds
and the resurrecting grace
of disgraceful things
we just accept
as they are held under a soulful light.

Because lucrative loins are an in-extractable force of nature

and despite ourselves
BEING ourselves

we are all hoping to aid our
disheveled fellow man
our bulging feathered glands
our useless wives
our sexless lives...

to help
more than we hinder.

"NO YOU'RE NOT!"
-says a Seasoned Public Servant from a blind alley

"We meant well..."
-says a Politicial Campaign Manager waving an OB ki

Angel-SpeakIt isn't right
throwing a child in the river
without their coat
and without their keeper

without artistic merit
in your last words to either of them.

It isn't right that you would cover their faces
so...

tightly.

It isn't right
that you waited til night
when Sturgeons would be
nearest to this treat

while the moon is huge and you without a camera
or your wine.

It isn't right
that you do any of this ~
even cleaning your nails
or nursing your fist

especially when you'll get no credit for it.

.

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*CorvusCallosum Mar 14, 2012

Looks like something you'd see on the cover of a William S. Burroughs novel or something equally subversive.....Hunter S. Thompson?

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*TheMadMulatto Mar 14, 2012

SCHWEET compliment!!

Don't say Hunter S. Thompson again unless I'm wearing protective undergarments.
I FUQUING LOVED THAT GUY!!!

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~SoiledDude Mar 6, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Amazing! You never cease to amaze me!

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*TheMadMulatto Mar 9, 2012

Wow.
I'm glad I amaze.
It means there's something going on beyond my head.

Thank you.

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!DaOnlyOverlord Feb 23, 2012

Thats fucked up....explains why I like it so much

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*TheMadMulatto Feb 24, 2012

We have the same taste. Sometimes a different plate of food,
but the same taste, nonetheless.

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!DaOnlyOverlord Feb 24, 2012

Indeed

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*chriseastmids Feb 12, 2012

wonderful

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*TheMadMulatto Feb 12, 2012

Thank you, Chris! Means a lot!

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*chriseastmids Feb 12, 2012

your always so very welcome

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