all i can say to Larry and Innocence....god damn. hot damn. shit damn. here:
the chord fallen
finished with the performance.
a remnant of e minor in a degree
of erection flowed.
foot poised on the pedal
like an epoxy nightmare,
Ting struggled and lifted it...
her rhythmical piano discussion
made the jealous metronome
a farcical and open-mouthed
realization. fruition had her back
arched in closely besides the
position of an ultimate Orgasm.
this could rumble like fountains
into repetitive splash,
she noticed her hands.
hovered above the keys like a
Supernova in mid-shatter,
fingers splayed and throbbing.
what she had played she Owned.
the rhapsody was no promise,
but a cut into the space of letters
and a split of accents
where no recorder could save
what she Owned.
she had started with the peasantry
in the front of her eyes,
wishing them a gift without any
possibility of giving,
desiring to dry the eyes of a woman.
just one she had seen from a carriage
now replaced by horses she'd ride
she'd ride into the instrument...
a lonely violinist often carried her
like a bowl to the doors of the
opening the bedroom wall that kept
Distinguished from Hordes,
Ting would often twist down to
her knees in sorrow's net...
those melodies would soak her
in Salt. Acid as well.
seemed to be a hush.
the audiences' still ignorance of
her centrifuged-flying playing
slithered from toes to face.
a full flush as red as a strawberry,
and a fire as incorrigible as the
she waited, hands falling to her
lap as pebbles floating through
she waited longer.
a Single boom flew threw the
room in one ostentatious and
thunderous Clap, the sound of
one machete looking to find...
the car shifted forward and
her head bumped the chair reserved
for escorts up front,
like a trip over ice, she was
humiliated slightly by Charlie's
But. He was always laughing when
he didn't have a person's face
wrapped in his fist like
a piston through a plant's leaves.
or a reddened head extinguishing
in biceps as large as
and much more present then
Charlie's own eyes and mouth.
his hysterical giggling continued.
annoyed and flabbergasted,
she felt the crack pipe by her thigh
and tossed it towards the dash
a tad more force than required.
the inside joke was tiresome
Charlie was always chuckling about
and her action made him even more
another enfant as well, Ting thought.
grimmacing and swearing in the
process of checking purse,
picking at her teeth...
she experienced a flashback of
the client Nen.
Fury ripped up from Ting's gut,
and as she envisioned the whip and
Sneer, my god. my god. the butcher's
Belly was a sweaty rock of flesh,
hairy and rubbing up her face
in the rapid pace of a sprint...
his paw pushed
the top of her head downward,
Hard until it was so clear
the whip slashed her lip in 3
spots and her body in plenty
of isolated chunks as Ting stared.
yellow water spot on the ceiling,
and Nen was riding a kind of
horse that had blood dripping from its
she flung her elbows backwards and
hit the young woman beside her
like a hammer to a tooth,
and there was the tooth to prove it,
and there was no girl when Ting
dared look to her right again.
the blow with her arm had dissolved...
the way tablets hit water and
blow bubbles. the way cleaver's
dismantle bone and don't
she felt idiotic with her arms up
and elbows squeezed into
Cushioning of the custom ride,
and it was the traveling she delighted
in more than...
white and black spots covered,
as a map of bass-thrashing music
charged out of the rear speakers
damn ghosts always persistent,
"shut up Charlie and give me the
"Pills for the chills?" Charlie guffawed
and belched simultaneously...
ehhh. Devery. Here it is as it stands. I like the finished performance better than the car...yes. I do. I have to put in more in the car area. Just wanted to show right now, and I think I'm revising "Charlie's Car" tomorrow. The first part, I have to stick with even if you hate it, only because I worked my ass off on it. (my ass?...sorry.)
Innocence. Changed the beginning a bit from what you saw. Not much. Shall be posted here as well.
Love to all! Musings? why did you think you'd get heat for that? no heat here. just experimenting poets...