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bill on pancake day
DeformedLion

bill will eat flowers as if strewn wings
 1
 
 
floor borne, in the bibles pages
 2
bloodbath lessons-  or magdalene
 3
as sally listens in by the bathroom door.
 4
 
 
bill tied in to the drainpipe,
 5
sally on the crack of light like vapour
 6
simpleness of pleasure as if a shriek
 7
 
 
could unblood crushed nuts or feather
 8
fly him sideways to where the sun is hotter
 9
and gelded horse would snicker at the thing
 10
which dangles from his tenderness,
 11
 
 
it's what she licks, cat mewl or lipped around a bowl  -
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what she loves as if lisping words like precious would
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slake that lotion thirst from him.
 14
 
 
bill is ten idiots from her but she has fast hands
 15
and the wriggle makes her squirm, she wets for violence
 16
blushing roses at the rope and lipstick on his
 17
loose string purse.
 18
 
 
maracas played like soundtrack, like the crisp clack
 19
of train on the bee line to the outback where he thinks
 20
she can not hear them,
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- in her hand, in her fucking tender fist
 22
 
 
are his set, his own blue flesh
 23
 
 
yellowness thinks itself dead
 24
 
 
to her pancake batter cruelty
 25
 
 
flips itself to gravity
 26
 
 
love like rainbow
 27
 
 
and bill like rain
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slumps mud
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crying into dust.
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15 Feb 16

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only to confirm that i am the great pretender
 — DeformedLion

Jackson browne? now that dude is the true pretender. But that song is way to sad for your poem.

This series is always happy.
 — PollyReg

I am Bill's great attractor.
 — Known

I am bill's smirking revenge
 — jenakajoffer

yes you certainly have confirmed that, lino.

i really love what you've done here, so fancy, real interwoven plot of the past, yet a teensy growth that caught that last train to N'orleans.

ten idiots is my fucking favourite.  that whole stanza had me falling off my chair. i'm crying into dust because i hate the way you write bill in 3rd person. but i guess you can't write first person, bill is mine.
 — jenakajoffer

Tell me dirty blanket boy, what inspired you on this one?
 — jenakajoffer

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