- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Raul Stumbles
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Twenty seventh fork in roads
Of difficult choice
No signs no less sorrow
Advise is internal
The muscle of thigh and ankle
Ache, sucked mud and maiden
Washed with virgin softness
Now is behind with adventures beginning
A need of head on pillow of stone or steel
Would prove wonder dreams and refreshment
If only this landscape would
Part to green meadow and smoky stack
Enough of berries, olive bugs and cup leaves
Water bearing unknown wastes
Of sky and skunky remains
Tainted ew-ex-screamment
So to the shallows
Where all drifting settles
On nights and rough days
Walks turn to murk
Curled as an embryo
Snarling in ones own pit
Of sorrow and unfurled flags
On side in ditch
To dream of Tiger
Stiff lipped sorcerers maiden
He controls while she
Pierces her lip before his eyes
Steps on fire
Extinguished with pourings from flask
Black, the gift of parent past
An eagle father of feather fur
Allowances, permissions to choose her mate
The farmer lover Raul in the ditch
Sniveling for things once had
Needing direction
