Meat Dreams
Two ripe for solar, tender rustToo unfortunate to wake upNot a problem, don't blame usIn the warm of daylight's cuntIn the black hole of cream and sunbedsIn the break of a strong fastIn the opened heart of awareness there is usShe said how we get there doesn't matterIt's all how you breathe...and stay kindAnd that I'm an enlightened bearThough a scavenger through with scavengingIn a moment I'll lose my mindIn an hour I'll lose my substanceIn my prime years I might unwindOn my deathbed I'll think of us as good on earthMy yarrow, my aloe and my changing needsSmooth isn't effortless, soon doesn't wallowIn a poet's hands awakenedShe's a moderate sexual artistIn a snowblind we are a fireIn the headlights we are a rabbitIn our downtime we're always onIn the dawn of time we were right there giving birthA new lemon, two apples and the dreamOf us allEntangled in the wet girlHer island unto myselfEntangled like a left turnWhen you lean on somebody elseWe'll need the wise and fortunate to help outJust so you knowWe'll need the fire and effect of everythingWe tell to ourselvesUnderneath the red ringing bellWondering who has been here before and fellUnderheath our vanity's high hope tight rope glowSo no-one knows we've become oneThe most we can offer is awe and a wellOf intentionWhat is saved isn't lost hereUnderneath the red ringing bellWondering who has been here before and fell
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