Six times in an afternoon

Until I entail in tale its untold intrigue
My genie exists only in lamp

Seemingly sensing a seam in my shield
innocently she puts her lips together
And pulls them apart
Musing on methods of beauty, alack
exacerbates existing notions
of a void- within.
In Valhalla, valkyries' singing
narrowly defeats deafness.

Purity in senses
develops outwards
from the center
of the head. Imagine
a crash test dummy.

Superimposed circles denote
Hazards.
have you never had a gander
at the fallout shelter
signs in big malls?
Or seen the quack
slide out his prick
and redness fill the cavity?
Chemical waste receptacles
have wholly apparent
pittances a propos of befoulment.
Each dirty deed preceding discharge
into the vessel
further besmirches it.

I have seen flopped straight flushes
a royal, spades, as well
Checked to the river.
to whether I'm hindered:
a rendered "I reckon"
She saw me watch her smile
She knew She made me quiver.
Bow down to the arrow stricken Private.

To Pater:

8 weeks pass
with blinds drawn
I smell on a bush not pruned
The only pink rose
My hand dabbled in
dew
fallen from
lush folded petals

Forgotten is whom actually spoke what.
For Genie has no concept of reality.