RSS Bot Posted April 24, 2017 Share Posted April 24, 2017 Lady Slumberjack (to Erin, written at night!) Slumberjack, Slumberjack sawing logs Farmer encharmer feeding hogs Here in the sound of sawing time Like spinning tipped chisels a breaking lime Deviant septum telling the tells of quivering eyeballs that block out smells A sign of abandon and warring treat in the vibrating misaligned cartilage and meat Oh, slumberjack wake me from Morpheus lull as a low trolling symphonius snorting bull For the beauty of women is softened and tamed Like the mate in her slumber awakened and blamed “Do you wish for my mind to never stop swaying, with half-opened eyes while your tonsils are playing an all-night-long song, in turning and laying?” To the mirror's disgrace and my hair line fraying! Oh, heavenly slumberjack, beauty abound when you finally wake to relieve that sound! When the sun rises up and I find my rest and you face down the morning to give your best. J. Caraway Hey EL. You know when people play drunk games where you drink a beer every time something happens? Let's make a game where you come sleep in my arms (the best place, I've been told) and every time Lilith wakes us we make love... http://atariage.com/forums/blog/634/entry-13813-im-just-peeling-or/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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