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Morning Meditations

Mirah

I love you
I looked at my oatmeal as if it were spiders
the crow hopped onto the park ranger's truck
looking around
perhaps for something to eat
it rained
children talked
mothers listened
blue lights adorned the trees in the town
 
I came with his cock in my mouth
a hard stream of water from the hot tub at my clit
his hands on my breasts
 
You should meditate

Impaled

centered on that which fills you now

and the tickle of the the wind blowing your hair against your skin.

*

Maybe you can smile

at him

But his eyes will be closed

for he to is concentrating on the center

that place in you

two inches deeper than he can reach.
 
LOL too many distractions at the library and not enough privacy
but I chose this place
so that I would not be
isolated
I am watching the girl
do a blow job
leaves
on the side walk
a guy attempts to paralel park
and instead jumps the curb
I am still watching the girl blow
a man with a huge gut smokes and watches too
get out of my way man
you do not belong in my vision
 
The wind pushed against my car
different from the other day
listening to the rain pound
now two guys are watching this girl
stupid fuckers
go help her or something
they are just creepy looking mofos thats all
watching her blow
fuckers
 
I remember the day
became so hot in my car
I got out
felt the rain on my head
dripping down my back
I felt each raindrop
imagined it was you
touching my head
my neck
running along to my breast
down my arms
soaking my clothes
I turned my face to the sky
and let you kiss my face
a thousand times
 
You should meditate

Impaled

centered on that which fills you now

and the tickle of the the wind blowing your hair against your skin.

*

Maybe you can smile

at him

But his eyes will be closed

for he to is concentrating on the center

that place in you

two inches deeper than he can reach.

I am impaled by the tree that I kissed that day

I touch my hands to it now

I feel its thick bark at my fingertips

I run my hands along the ridges

tracing each design

that God placed there

Your branches cover me
 
then I bit it
then I swallowed it
then I took the glass with the juice to my mouth
and I felt the cold liquid run down my throat
and into my stomach
 
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