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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.

.

Woulda Loved Him if She CouldaWe didn't think and
couldn't see
nor had we really wanted to
So off we ran in the same direction
and laughed til we tripped over glue

We'd come in peace
We'd come in haste
We'd come in vain
And ignored the waste

The right away man for right about now
And right to the point ripe passions
Celestial sleep and blessed resurrection
Already unremarkable, came in rations

We came that way
We came to say
We came to leave
Before that day

So far he slid
Even harder, I fell
The mud was whipped and buried me
He ate the fee while I ate dust
The pricey odds of conventry

We went that long
At least passed dawn
We've since shook hands

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

.

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.

Canaries of CoalUndertaker

Your Scratch & Snatch Pursuit ~
The Skin-of-the-Teeth
you collect
be the Root of Victim's victim

an unwise slice of dice

a roll of buried bread

a Life

that resembles
unleavened
Progress and Product

lies in salted doughy knots
and here, you think you can rise them.

Kneading the Needy ~
Those who would sign over deeds
and these same widows wander
into processions not their own

Acid activations
upon bare bones, be a solvent
to cracked open flesh th

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

There is a ManThere’s a man who used to, and still does, feel all of his feelings all of the time. He thinks too much, analyzes too long, sleeps too little, and goes unconscious at all the wrong intervals. He has more friends than enemies. He has no friends. He has escapes I envy but would never try. He admits the worst but hides the silliest of sins.
There’s a man out there who would sooner shoot himself than shoot his attacker. Hand over his masculinity to the first female competent enough to carry and keep it, then demand it back as if it had been stolen. He’s a most dangerous slayer on the fly, yet sits more often doing nothing, preven

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.

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.

Partners in GrimeBelow the foundations way down,
the smell of wet industrial earth
floats us away with it.
Metals and minerals that suppliment our blood
harden every vein, tighten every tissue.

And little injuries gotten from the surface
heal ...

over night
upon roof tops
along the horizon
and deep under water.

In the trees high and whole
we can see the other side of things
rooting us to earth.
In one piece with three times the gravity
Every moon burn and sun-return, a victory.

And little injuries gotten from the surface
heal...

over sand wishes
under fences
from off the bridge
quietly away in the dark.

Barnacle Bills.

In a river of consequential roe
a twinkling wake
of what could have been
if only lapped and unlept for

Puddle Chiefs
& Splash Commanders,
pissed and slippy Sallow Mandors ~
The spawn of loaded brawn
and murmuring maid

Chummed-up wind
floats all downstream
Running the muck
ad'mired
It is in fin'nity
that scales are lost
and tails are tossed as heads

Carpe-diem
Carp of deeds
Barned n' Culled
your moated seed

Row the roe
and tow that boat
for life is but a stream

.

Jo.Na.I can smell brimstone on you and it coats my tongue.
You are smooth and hang heavy in the air.
My lungs open slow and wide to let in your exhaust.
Veins swell to be a part of what‘s new.
I am high in your presence.
I lay limp and waiting.
I wince with imagination.
The heat melts my weathered skin and I am pink again.

Cyclic SystemicsTrembling in an obedient position
I gave up but not for long
not under contract
not like you think
it was a walk-on part
the audition was a hit.

Angels and guest stars came calling
and I had offerings always
so they wouldn't leave me until
I was fixed
I was distracted enough
I was righted
and then wronged.

Advised and super-sized
the platonic guise of male friends
worked like a brotherhood
to my salvaged self
the only child
that needed to be carried
back home occasionally.

I cry myself to sleep now
because I am tired
I am saved
I am free
in footed pajamas with a full tummy
hard-won and hearty
all safe and sound.

Actually Lived to See It...There is nothing so powerful as a hole blown through you
by something so enormous
and enamouring as a scorching force of extinction-level gravity
that pulls your chest downward in its landing descent
as much as it removes a perfect circlet
of everything that cancers you.

And you will be made whole by such a blast.
A vast round noteable nothing left by a combustible velocity
as sweet and black as carbon - and costly
Passed onto the lips from chewing your own love sick demise.
Burned alive.
And I am strung up high by a beast who kisses
all the very same parts he grabs and drags
so determined
through patches of catch-22's and

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Waits and MeasuresWide open one-way, ventricular valves
I hear what you're worth in the drag of the vowels
Blood conducts hate like a violin grates
on thin and wet nerves if you let it

... and I do;

with great, heaping volume of the All Mighty You.
Cemented in ball rooms you
(dahhhhhnce)?

To clumsy tap dancers who waitress this shit
Here comes the square-shaped decimal of it.

Well grin and be glad
Call it dinner or fad
It itched like insect reaction

Divided sub-serving
Perverted rewording
the long-lasting action
of fractions

...so good to be free
and cool to be me

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Super Novas

by *TheMadMulatto, Aug 5, 2012, 6:15:07 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Philosophical

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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 revving engines catch fire.

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Super Novasby *TheMadMulatto

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~jnatoli Aug 26, 2012

First three lines are pure intensity. Sucked in hard and hot for the ride. Never fails to amaze...

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*TheMadMulatto Aug 27, 2012

Wow.. the description you gave was a piece in itself!
Thanks, Joe.
Miss you, man.

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~All-My-Darkness Aug 25, 2012

Psh psh pssssh psh PSH!!!...

Back to cooking on the sun it is...

(lopes of looking to see if we threw out the space suit)

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*TheMadMulatto Aug 27, 2012

The surfaces are sprayed and tilted there as well.

psh.

I looked it up.
I wouldn't lie to you.

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~All-My-Darkness Aug 28, 2012

Wanted:

New planet to cook on.

Must be static when frying food occurs.

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*TheMadMulatto Aug 29, 2012

Methane Eggs, Wind-Burn side up.

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~All-My-Darkness Sep 8, 2012

As long as not too much vinegar.

Tangy planets upset my palettes equilibrium.

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*LancelotPrice Aug 19, 2012

Congratulations upon your receipt of a DLD [assuming with greater or lesser accuracy that you consider that an honour

].

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*TheMadMulatto Aug 22, 2012

Thanks, man.

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*xlntwtch Aug 19, 2012 Writer

...What an interesting way to describe a person! At least that's I see it. (Lateral: You had another username?) Thank you.

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