Scott Beal
what are the dragons of sleep.
how many parts of my body can be awake at once?
if my tongue rises does my liver drowse? […]
what are the dragons of sleep.
how many parts of my body can be awake at once?
if my tongue rises does my liver drowse? […]
I have worlds
to burn.
I am
a wobbly state
of Materia Confusa. […]
some days I am both the joker and thief
lying to myself hiding
within
my hands cradling
the stacked stones collecting their dust […]
Your body will not pucker and spoil
today, tonight,
tomorrow.
I will not claim it.
I will not seek it
cold frozen. […]
my little nubbins are truest buttons, fuchsia-shiny, squat; skew
slewing over my pot, from my weak limbs faster […]
dirty words are manufactured, too. this should be considered when getting buggered by a scientific socialist. her locs long enough to tickle the strap-on — extended-praise — […]
you wish a life with a little room for happiness
like you picture the sky purged of light
pollution so you can see at last the stars […]
I do believe you Teddy Pendergrass;
I too have been on the rope-a-dopes
of love, soaking in fists from women
who do not believe a man can be down, […]
Because there had to be one woman who first loved a man. Let’s call her X.
Because X started it.
Because I can’t imagine her face. […]
Photographs of the waterskiing versions of us,
the ones who went to Machu Picchu & Chunchucmil,
the selfish & long-haired & parasailing us, […]
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