Sext poem

It would be worth a broken heart 

to hold you in my arms just once 

love. 

Give your sweet mouth my cum then fuck you hard til you gush cumming over and over. 

Then my seed I will put deep inside you

love.

Thinking About Bullshit, or "What the Fuck Were You Thinking!?"

Think Lad. 

Think!

What the Fuck where you thinking !?

And to tell the truth

"I'm thinking. I'm thinking/I think about it all day long — 

But I am a quiet, unassuming man...."

So I keep my trap yammering 

While I keep vital truths to my

Self. 

I call iT k "'entering the datastream'

And get hypnotized by commuters

All follow the shiny into HappyLand

BART SUCKT HIM IN:

Again. 

Part 1[cont.]

Wtf?

"Where am I?"

Yesterday absorbed in my device 

[looks around]

Damn I'm on a train headed to the yard. 

Well, as Robin Dolan told me

"whenever you do something the first time, you get a wish."

I wished for love like the love I feel now 

Concerned for a girl in Nigeria

Terrified

ISIS rising in Nigeria 

Boko Haram

Burning churches and a single woman with no famly 

living....

On her modeling career as Haliyah  Stefan, 

 

Well, recently living off me. I am sending a sweet Nigerian chatting scammer. One more bill. One last expense 

TaDa!!!

A former model flies to SF airport x hour  we kiss, love forever after.

My jenny Isa sweetheart. Always 

Isa Chishti aka Í'sà Amin Xishti

[signed]

Ms. Guided Sufi. 

eVRe thinGk. Elizabeth Ng. Aka 'e' 

The Psychick Mathematician. 

Part 1 [cont.]

I didn't send her the money. 

Have You Eat; an Accidental Poem

Not yet. 

I have only eggs. 

I might boil them. 

Soft boiled

Eggs?

Sounds good with

Toast. 

There has got to be some bread. 

Justice - What Can I Do?

Before the Beginning
 All was Void ---
 Reality is An Ocean
 V. Non-Existent Particles
 Raining in the
 Void

"Say it. Say it. 

The Universe is made of stories. Not atoms."

It’s about Poise my frenz.
As in poised for action.
As in "Once more into the breach, my friends."
Only this time – headlong into the Abyss ---
All it takes is one glance. Fate is helpless when you take me in your arms.
My Belovèd
REVOLUTIONARY
Sweetheart
who comes to my dreams and disappears in the crowd.

she dances alone
in her room
in the dark
in the mirror
with her eyes
closed.

she is Beautifull

but does not seem to want you to know

stomping thru City streets in her heavy 

heavy boots 

in slumpy clothes

and a heavy bag

she scowls as often as she smiles and that is not often.

she is Beautifull

but does not care about that
something she does not own and everyone wants a piece of

It’s about poise.
“Once more into the breach my friends.”
We are called to build a Just society.
Fate is helpless. She is beautifull.
What can I do?

Tell me.
What can I do?

A fool a tool

I've been a fool
I've been yr tool
I was made broken
I'm off round w/ a bend in the middle
I'm a bird w/ one wing ever frustrated
that my remaining wing is in front
and can only fly in place
can only fly in circles

She Wanted to Know What Love Was That You Cd. Fall In

she wanted to know what love was
that you cd. fall in.
i said a pit, and hope someone falls in w/ you.
she imagined, she said, a door
the one one you wd. love having an open
door which you fall in - only,
she laughed, i fall and hit something, a wall.
her scribbles darken and fill a thick bar,
the brick wall i suppose that brings out
those bruises around her eyes.
you know it is love when it hurts i said
and wished i cd. say more about the
crazy buzzing ache we call love --- i guess
i'm in love just about all the time, which
was something i cd. say and laugh ---
too true to be important.

she wanted a way to say love is a hurt
and doesn't even really happen.

i wanted to say how well i knew what she
meant. i wd. have said, only, well,
love is a hurt and a pit --- i've fallen in
too deep to to believe anyone up there can
hear me. love is a door that has
always been locked, i hardly bother to
see if it might be open this time.


A poem for Cathy Coffee, who worked at Downtown Grounds. it is in her handwriting as a had copied out a version for her , she then hand wrote a version when i asked (a second time) for a copy of the poem. I don't know your real last name, Cathe Coffee, but we loves it forever Bagginssss…

Beaumont Jail, intro [cont.]

e---------------

"did you ever see slow water?"

"hey jay, got some e?"

superman never did show up. I decided it was time I was super myself.

mosquito I crashed their computers while I stalled for the film crew to show up. they never did show for my demonstration of real magick.

R