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06-10-2003, 11:11 AM
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For My Muse
This is the female form,
A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot, It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction, I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor, all falls aside but myself and it, Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, and what was expected of heaven or fear'd of hell, are now consumed, Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response likewise ungovernable, Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands all diffused, mine too diffused, Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching, Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice, Bridegroom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn, Undulating into the willing and yielding day, Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh'd day. I Sing the Body Electric (fragment) - Walt Whitman 
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#2
06-10-2003, 11:27 AM
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Too bad they're usually crazier than a shithouse rat.
Just kidding! Most women are far saner than your average shithouse rat.
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#3
06-10-2003, 02:58 PM
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Two steps forward one step back,
Progress like a flood Crushing all growth Slacking off Leaving carcasses and trash behind. Sweet berry smell Or the rotten flower of a Hawthorn tree, Reeling, Ankle deep in muck. Cast and let it float Cast and reel Cast and cast and cast Feel the tug The shimmering bling bling, I hook it or it hooks me. Reel, slack Reel, slack Always two arm lengths away Let it go? - But the hook is buried deep. I must hold it, to let it go. lost the first two lines in a cut and paste
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#4
06-10-2003, 03:07 PM
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two old mirror-anglers, angster me and prankster henny
i came from the west-mid, you from the east-north through all-day in-door outings, fishing expeditions many with mutual lures and tackles, we cast white lines back and forth waves and murk and wind and distance make a mess of things and the dylan on your radio is barely getting through but *through* or *blue*, it's loud and clear, the question that it brings: how long will you let me stay here, tangled up in you? 9/2/1997
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#5
06-10-2003, 06:00 PM
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Danger! High voltage by Electric 6
Fire in the disco fire in the taco bill fire in the disco fire in the gates of hell Dont you wanna know why we keep startin fires? its my desire (its my desire) its my desire dont you wanna know how we keep startin fires? its my desire (its my desire) its my desire danger danger, high voltage when we touch and when we kiss when we touch and when we kiss (x4) well dont you wanna know how we keep startin fires? its my desire (its my desire) its my desire dont you wanna know how we keep startin fires? its my desire (its my desire) its my desire danger danger high voltage when we touch and when we kiss when we touch when we kiss(x4) lover Fire in the disco, fire in the disco fire in the taco bill Fire in the disco, fire in the disco fire in the gates of hell gates of hell
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#9
06-10-2003, 10:16 PM
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What's a muse?
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