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glee Beams of sonar sounds twinkle in swollen eyes ducks with outstretched hands for tongues dim light shimmers in sweet night heat like a lamprey a fine young girl attaches to some loser. she cannot live without him, she decides. a ladder stretching through python clouds on a horizon of rolling fires. From the cross, jesus saw his neighborhood. so moved by stigmatic cries an infant dies in paradise a domino excuse |
she used to draw me closer to reality now no matter what she says. it doesn't matter.. I am a used to be lover favored swamp lothario i would love them over and over point them to madness and leave... an ode to a little gray dogma we keep on our leash bleeding like an open wound at a party full of corpuscles a sixty watt penis in a forty watt room... insolence so fully appreciated unpolished egotistical a he-man thug in red and well to exclaim. the weakness of the male realm shadows its dormancy forever humming the eau de do da day... |
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Jeff Filipski lives in central Florida where he celebrates hallucination, ecstasy, and sorrow w/ some of the wildest poetry and artwork around. MP3 music store |
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