Lourdes and English War Veteran pushing heads
In the new planet
Creation is all around
The meat is cold
Death is just unknown
The sound of backyard a wasp
The taste of butter
In phantom body styles
Green bananas swaying abundantly
Seeing our simple freckle
Remembering the heavy syntax
Seeing the underhand feeling
The logic of the pea
And the robotic grape
Teasing the head square
Running naked through nettles
Arousing a colonial patch
Down under the sky
A transaction with no will
Yet anxiously biting hard
The potato blue eagle shit
And sombre sandwich mix
Glowing down octopus body
Licking violet panda poo
With a begonia tongue
Pulsating delightful pleasure apples
I woke up mechanically
Riding a Zebra backwards
Knowing how to disappear
Passionate dark red curtain
An outside birthday force
A very hard night
Stop the ending beginning again
Explosive expletive power passion
The teeth of my beloved
Are made of porcelain
Your cock of orange
Penetrates my nebula green
Explosive passionate sensative arousal
The brain ends life
Yet the feeling goes on
Yet noone can stop
Until it is come
Lourdes and war veteran turning heads
Poetry by English War Veteran aged 98
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Written on 2006-07-01 at 01:30
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Stones and beaches that follow each other
In the new planet
Creation is all around
The meat is cold
Death is just unknown
The sound of backyard a wasp
The taste of butter
In phantom body styles
Green bananas swaying abundantly
Seeing our simple freckle
Remembering the heavy syntax
Seeing the underhand feeling
The logic of the pea
And the robotic grape
Teasing the head square
Running naked through nettles
Arousing a colonial patch
Down under the sky
A transaction with no will
Yet anxiously biting hard
The potato blue eagle shit
And sombre sandwich mix
Glowing down octopus body
Licking violet panda poo
With a begonia tongue
Pulsating delightful pleasure apples
I woke up mechanically
Riding a Zebra backwards
Knowing how to disappear
Passionate dark red curtain
An outside birthday force
A very hard night
Stop the ending beginning again
Explosive expletive power passion
The teeth of my beloved
Are made of porcelain
Your cock of orange
Penetrates my nebula green
Explosive passionate sensative arousal
The brain ends life
Yet the feeling goes on
Yet noone can stop
Until it is come
Lourdes and war veteran turning heads
Poetry by English War Veteran aged 98
Read 489 times
Written on 2006-07-01 at 01:30
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