hard aphrodite....down the path

[parch]

she was smiling something special, tragic and bruised but a little less more and you could bring it to me -i set inside this meling crock, set inside this pot, set alone and set for days and waiting for your tongue-

along alone those dreary days i whistled with the birds
i watched the wind sweep through the trees and crowed and crowed -yet still no words
to get luck i wish to find me a star, to grant me a god and dog(to switch their letters), switch scars, grant me something, give me nasty aphrodite around me, give me steaming, silken arms, give me aphrodite around me, nasty aphrodite lies inside my eyes and she feels good tonight
yes she feels good tonight
grant my whims and peace be yours
yes she feels good tonight

___---parch

[machinery]

how you whistled to the birds...hahah ,nice.....i love your "go off" poems..where you just..hahah..go...It amazes me. The first time I heard you give this summer, I loved the idea of it. I've tried doing it...as in recent post (heads of saturday) kind of a rant journal....nothing fixated....just rambling.....and I love how you do it.....how aphrodite felt good..in your eyes....silken arms..it was good.......

good work...........

[nature]

HAD A NICE IMAGE IN MY HEAD. AND I LOVED THE END. YES SHE FEELS GOOD TONIGHT. VERY NICE!