degraded orbits
Aug. 6th, 2003 03:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burnunitAway, dozens for disaster?
Every hunger and the satellites color I long for event reminds of the last disaster and under the guise of color Icarus drifted at the horizon outward from the chaos-- we me of long for in and flags and nationhood and reminds me, obscene penises, each flavor and full oscillation bent smokelike on one nothing can of each be denied toward me now or for each sweet i consume present excuses.
Until stars embraced, bites back. And at last in gaping event horizon the us, small multicolored with our noses their flight frilled from hearing of them
amid drifted diesel and nationhood and penises and full of trucks.
Or by guise of my minds
with one spite
consume distance. under the tongue black yellow fingers.
Darting
loving
then flight.
the
softly-stepping-and-ready-until-the-face-of-obscene-and-full-saintliness
Women in full came, full of spite hope in their hope Then, we rise off the hillside, emerging out the flowery landscape into nothing
each sweet can be smokelike and multicolored with heads bent toward each other until stars embraced at last in gaping hope the face of minds with wings now that I am our-minds-with-one-alone
every hour of that for I consume denied our noses seeking one bites back now another every hour with one in the face of other fires minus the stars
every color and I, event horizon drifted, longed for
reminds me in and out, obscene and full of cigarettes, oscillations toward each or for excuses. Until the stars embraced at last hope in the gaping sexual desire
We, full of hope the gaped-and-and-overheated-dream-cat-closed-by-her-tongue under the guise of my gawked and pawed chaos we rise
Then, flight. Darting one another in the face of hope in their stars, embraced in the language of the horses and the fumes we hear them: amid the gaping interstellar women softly stepping on every color from the heavens
better than the last fumes, the gaping sexual desire, the guise of chaos nationhood and penises, the muttered language from the satellites, sweating horses and the Watched:
each of us we rise, alone every small floor,
Under the satellites we watched:
events overheated by her tongue in the fingers, by guise of colorful clothes, my gawked chaos we horses and the fumes and nothing can be denied
softly amid drifted in and out stepping face of women, obscene oscillations bent, in spite of hope, in at ourselves, looking for their colorful face or for excuses.
toward each hope until the One-Another-And-Other
in spite consume from their yellow fingers bites
denied me back our minds with one language the satellites watched.
We, loving then, out, obscene and full of light.
we hear women in the leaves, amid the softly colorful horizon
O for disaster? hope and every color each
Until the stepping women in their one "at last another" voice, toward each other in spite they came
The stars I embraced for us, alone the sweating horses every small hour and the fumes, the gaping, the fumes of them: amid softly sweetly stepping the gaping nothing –desire, interstellar women-- can be denied me in body heat and sweating colorful in the clothes, horses, the satellites and multicolored
sexual desire of interstellar body closed heat in the frilled distance.
We the can-be Women, alone every one,
O face out the hour with one for chaos, each
multicolored with our overheated seeking?
dozens for disaster? obscene oscillations bent at every color I long
for fires rained from or for excuses. Until the heavens far away,
bags dangling from the heavens
looking denied me now
each for loving
Then, flight.
i consume away, and dozens bite back
We hear them amid drifted in and out, obscene oscillations bent or for excuses. Until at last they came
event and event fumes
from the diesel horizon
better to remind satellites
and Angry Men we hear the guise nationhood and them
with our noses seeking the fires
rained stars embraced muttered language from the heavens
the sweating horses and nationhood tastes better and the
satellites watched: hear them
Every hunger and the satellites color I long for event reminds of the last disaster and under the guise of color Icarus drifted at the horizon outward from the chaos-- we me of long for in and flags and nationhood and reminds me, obscene penises, each flavor and full oscillation bent smokelike on one nothing can of each be denied toward me now or for each sweet i consume present excuses.
Until stars embraced, bites back. And at last in gaping event horizon the us, small multicolored with our noses their flight frilled from hearing of them
amid drifted diesel and nationhood and penises and full of trucks.
Or by guise of my minds
with one spite
consume distance. under the tongue black yellow fingers.
Darting
loving
then flight.
the
softly-stepping-and-ready-until-the-face-of-obscene-and-full-saintliness
Women in full came, full of spite hope in their hope Then, we rise off the hillside, emerging out the flowery landscape into nothing
each sweet can be smokelike and multicolored with heads bent toward each other until stars embraced at last in gaping hope the face of minds with wings now that I am our-minds-with-one-alone
every hour of that for I consume denied our noses seeking one bites back now another every hour with one in the face of other fires minus the stars
every color and I, event horizon drifted, longed for
reminds me in and out, obscene and full of cigarettes, oscillations toward each or for excuses. Until the stars embraced at last hope in the gaping sexual desire
We, full of hope the gaped-and-and-overheated-dream-cat-closed-by-her-tongue under the guise of my gawked and pawed chaos we rise
Then, flight. Darting one another in the face of hope in their stars, embraced in the language of the horses and the fumes we hear them: amid the gaping interstellar women softly stepping on every color from the heavens
better than the last fumes, the gaping sexual desire, the guise of chaos nationhood and penises, the muttered language from the satellites, sweating horses and the Watched:
each of us we rise, alone every small floor,
Under the satellites we watched:
events overheated by her tongue in the fingers, by guise of colorful clothes, my gawked chaos we horses and the fumes and nothing can be denied
softly amid drifted in and out stepping face of women, obscene oscillations bent, in spite of hope, in at ourselves, looking for their colorful face or for excuses.
toward each hope until the One-Another-And-Other
in spite consume from their yellow fingers bites
denied me back our minds with one language the satellites watched.
We, loving then, out, obscene and full of light.
we hear women in the leaves, amid the softly colorful horizon
O for disaster? hope and every color each
Until the stepping women in their one "at last another" voice, toward each other in spite they came
The stars I embraced for us, alone the sweating horses every small hour and the fumes, the gaping, the fumes of them: amid softly sweetly stepping the gaping nothing –desire, interstellar women-- can be denied me in body heat and sweating colorful in the clothes, horses, the satellites and multicolored
sexual desire of interstellar body closed heat in the frilled distance.
We the can-be Women, alone every one,
O face out the hour with one for chaos, each
multicolored with our overheated seeking?
dozens for disaster? obscene oscillations bent at every color I long
for fires rained from or for excuses. Until the heavens far away,
bags dangling from the heavens
looking denied me now
each for loving
Then, flight.
i consume away, and dozens bite back
We hear them amid drifted in and out, obscene oscillations bent or for excuses. Until at last they came
event and event fumes
from the diesel horizon
better to remind satellites
and Angry Men we hear the guise nationhood and them
with our noses seeking the fires
rained stars embraced muttered language from the heavens
the sweating horses and nationhood tastes better and the
satellites watched: hear them