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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

FacetsI met a man
who had no clothes
He was in the business
of making
buttons.

With my fishing string
and silver ring
He met me
when I needed
nothing.

A bullet-holed square
made of wood
made with care
arrived in the mail
today.

I met a man
who had no clothes
He was in the business
of making
the connection.

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

.

Axe OilThick and rich comes that filth
Pools of negativity from me
And a mouth as foul as zoo fruit

Baby's first words
Smelling like both ends

Leaky World War Sponge in
Unadoptable Adorable

Devil's Ad...
Vogue Kit

How not so tired I would be
If everything I'd ever felt
Wasn't 43 like me

.

Keep Your Hands Where I Can Hear ThemHow Dare We

Ink in the sink of realized mistakes
Stains from veins snapped hard
due to bursts of a worstead quill

I am what I will
and clogging my own drain
lets the filth run amok.

Super Novas.

That grill
frames a flammable breather
and all the bites that ignite it.

You heat the flow of brassy gas
while the abrading taste towards rusty rehash
remains.

Eyes,
the plastered glass
made up of insects
from sign-less intersections.

Windshield wipers squeal
on an antenna'ed frame of steel
as you high-wax all the white-resistant truths.

The once-in-awhile brake-check
detects a depth,
except...

all your oils leak
much the way
filters falter
upon exposure to watered down air.

A high mileage hindrance
upon blubber-rubber treads

You hydroplane
even at sleeper speeds

...a two-man job
of tension belts

while revvin

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~peterandolfi Apr 19, 2013 Professional General Artist

This is awesome! it has the feel of our shared inspiration "Witkin" and I am so happy that you were able to capture it and make it your own! Bravo!

*TheMadMulatto Apr 20, 2013

Thanks, Peter!
So glad we're gonna touch base this summer!
Got so much to lay on ya, man!! IDEAS NEVER END!!
We just gotta get a time machine.

~peterandolfi Apr 20, 2013 Professional General Artist

I hear ya Sade! your singing my tune...

*TheMadMulatto Apr 21, 2013

~peterandolfi Apr 23, 2013 Professional General Artist

lol

*mertonparrish Apr 18, 2013

Delightful!

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~rabidmoon Mar 24, 2013

I've always liked this and I should have faved it sooner. It feels ghostly, but present - and the elements contained make one wonder if this is the future, looking back - or the past, peeking forward.

*TheMadMulatto Mar 25, 2013

Never thought of it that way, but I DO see it now.
The past peeking forward gave me shivers thinking that
anyone's prior self has no way of doing anything more than it already did,
yet there is proof it has..

Thanks for stopping by my gallery, babe!

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