Teen Heaven

Nothing beats a good malted​

on a barstool with a ghost​

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And not much can match the gleaming eyes​

from the poodle skirt of a host​

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What feels better than a spin to Motown on a Roll ?​

and never... I mean never !​

will a Rock Teen lose his soul​

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C February 6 2005 Desert Stargazer​

 

nothing beats Screaming
Orgasms, flipping poodle
skirts down on all fours

 

"And nothing beats looking up a poodle skirt...and seeing a moray eel with sharp teeth looking back at you,saying "You leave my girl alone..she's the one by the bar in the tuxedo..now scram ! " Life has no boundaries in the bizarro world......

 

This was very cool, esp the opening two lines. Like it.

 

Thanks Van Astral and Little skinny ! Life should be fun. Walking on the wild side can be a treat, if only as a spectator.

 

fantastic poem, very fun to read and I love the energy it has... definitely tops!

 

ha, yes!
my sourheart,
with spinning pink skirt
you send me an eye
i send you a tooth

postcards from your cubed world,
illuminated by a black hole,
reveal a virtuous retribution,
a reward for punished souls
who wade through deep truth
and come out smelling like carrion

(i like a little salt on my vegetarian,
sweet solecist, anti-humanitarian,
human totalitarian, total literary merry
prankster)

you rose for a mean amish boy
a tease with cheese
whiz with milquetoast...

in inaccurate reticulate
the alarm clock is singing:
it’s time to go to bed

super aroused, super jerk,
with oxyacetylene eyes
accidentally welds
his hand to his penis

poodle in the water,
retrieving a cocker spaniel
choking on a well dressed penguin

its highly developed
sense of smell sounds
useless underwater

moray eel with long mohawk
fly fishes for its missing fins,
tucked away in a warm wet crevice
bathing in its own poisonous spit
bubbles bounded by rainbows...

bizarre,
secret's been identified
daddio, dos cool...