found poem 2 'aaabbbcccleavages two' while deleting to improve virtual memory

delicious the space
filled by the picture
of the four bed posts
that holds / keeps in place
as that bloody train
tunnels through again
next door? underneath?
feeling like right there
hemingway’s favourite
even the house moves!
three pictures arranged
like master bedroom
plus one, his / one hers
it, only for sex
looks like there are two
lamps’ contradiction
even if it’s balance
(from when ‘twere candles
to light to their! rooms?)
familiar the face
as the cleavages
as of the poet;
i read the poem
no saw the picture
some throw one to tom
jones as handkerchief
best book, almost, too
(first novel!, almost!?)
i wrote the poem to
one then with passion
to t’other, poet’s
prerogative, not
stupid cupid’s slave
but happen’s to be
is! my fav portion
used/said ‘salubrious’
as sylvester cat
or h’ face as ‘e
made huge fish
hated true meaning
heard accidently!
wrong answer: hot seat
(good’s, licking! the! plate!)
my exclaimation
marks, my italics
my keyboard is warped
stretches dash/hypen
through all the piece, ‘most
looking like cancelled;
michael captures/shows
what a pic cannot
though i do prefer
the previous icon
which was something nun
somethink! Morticia
horror film when 6
woke near the end when
young man was with jones
ministering, she
angel! cared for him
dad won’t let him in
wounded. had killed two
saw, presley and jones
out a shack on a
pier in morning breeze,
“i won’t let! her die”
it was king creole
like we both wrote that
piece accompanying
pic that tripple twins
so sweetly cleavaged
so pronouncedly cheeked
head, plus body down
more as though through wall
like living next door
you my neighbour, thing
like those yes/may! come
did!, one by one, come
more! come, not one ask
i move bricks off wall
which could! be fence/hedge
blanket between; line
beds on both sides of
both ‘gainst wall, the beds
God seeing us close
’S peeping down time
only line! between
if, bricks/fence/hedge or
blanket: hedge winking
blinking twinking, tan
saw you as you said
chat him, underground
thought mythology
then, just like your friend
now, or sometimes friend
christmas come fella
or first tuesday fall
ing on eleventh
there, joy for my friend
if this be ritual
joy too if, revenge
she banters at death’s
rise if! ye can, ha!
ha! there is! all souls!
friends, have everything
ope the door, all’s mere
i kiss the air one
hair or more, away
it need not open
need but smile hello!
it is friendship
cruises all waters

found poem 2 'aaabbbcccleavages two' while deleting to improve virtual memory


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