Category Archives: Poetry and Art

Beside You

Posted on November 22, 2020 by ubu507

A partaker of glory you crossedThe broad river on a night notUnlike this Beside youThe enigma planted only to ripTear burst open buttons hiddenRipened rolling bloom hills acrossA landscape of such strong softGravity more than very awareOf your barbed disruptionYour … Continue reading →

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Dislike

Posted on November 19, 2020 by ubu507

Betsy and I are trying to switch out the bulbs in a complicated light fixture in one of the guest suites. As I casually flirt she abruptly says I dislike you.I’m completely taken aback. What?I dis-like you, she enunciates carefully.I … Continue reading →

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Beyond Always

Posted on November 7, 2020 by ubu507

GhostsOn commencement dayOf important yesterdayMeetingAs she who does notBelong to this worldBut to the worldBeyond always

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Motion Event

Posted on November 6, 2020 by ubu507

A purgatory of freaks orWas it the work of some uncannySupernatural power which canNot be defined as he continuesHis aberrant caresses she asks herselfWith a shudder if she is in factSexually perverted

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An Extravagant Waste of Intellect

Posted on November 4, 2020 by ubu507

The practices of a decadent societyAn extravagant waste of intellectWorship by means of disorientationDazzling the mind and destroying theSense of reality blasphemous and carnalRemaining the night saved by sinCrazily rocking a silent barbarian womanRebuking a lifetime of relevant livingI am … Continue reading →

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Unearthly Form

Posted on November 2, 2020 by ubu507

A shadow flits before me,Not thou, but like to thee:Ah Christ, that it were possibleFor one short hour to seeThe souls we loved, that they might tell usWhat and where they be.— Tennyson

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The Giant’s Dance

Posted on October 21, 2020 by ubu507

The Guide Stoner The Queen’s TokeStep in the field of the Giant’s DancePart of an incredible system of energyThe transmission of which fell into disuseThousands of years ago and was revivedBy this stoner this goddess stoner whoCaptured elemental contact high … Continue reading →

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Fruit

Posted on October 20, 2020 by ubu507

Fruit being fruit flowers being flowersDoing happy powder with the Dope KingDriving from National Products toThe New Federal Building with ConnieIn order to escape investigationReally awakens a lot of parts of meDifferent aspects of my bodyIn ways I wouldn’t have … Continue reading →

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Summer

Posted on October 17, 2020 by ubu507

The Curve of summerCool in her handsA glass snake By the doorA toy filled with rainA black and empty boot Sounds the color of soundsGood-bye blue andNever-ever green

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Know

Posted on October 12, 2020 by ubu507

What would you like to knowWhere the devil are weYou know you knowWe are governed by enemiesA multilevel marketing companyOne false move and over your head

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