Mark, take new health,
From which lagoon is the rainbow serpent from?
I could always enjoy sublime pleasure,
Tossed together, the monstrous scandal.
Vain red-faced hypocrite, show any skeleton to me.
Go. Discover music, like stormy breath.
Be obsessed, make metal quick,
Droll-natured neighbor.
Leave blunt creativity there,
If surreal courage glitters incarnate.
Drive better when instruments have a new voice.
Such past diagnoses see whether lions celebrate art.
Her man dances wild original vibrations,
Insolent rabble can't dare appear afraid.
Sad words give help.
Your puny cat kills a spider.
He will investigate a mechanical jungle,
Follow through, one hearted day.
Smile, drink your vintage tea,
And observe, vain equality.
Your sure fingered music happens,
Old forbidden brain food.
Twin fights with phobia, but to satisfy thought,
Rupture your loathsome lust.
In storms, a summer memory,
Gives her high talk, under some wall.
Parasite, show how society beat wrath.
Afraid of desire, abandon your velvet pictures together.
Go and make a supernatural death represent nature.
Fresh perfume she'd make on-site.
March 1, 2012 w/ Kerri Taylor, 59, 60, 60-2, 61
The Muse Poems:
