Jack Spratt

120820 0704 river of time

Within the sandstorm of time resides conflict between the hard and soft the vagina and penis crucible and pestle what is penetrated and what yields the hard made soft and the soft made something new a child perhaps or a virus of death deeply divided etched bedrock deepen the courses of rivers into which a man could but can not step twice the same river for rivers constantly change and shifting the beds themselves eroding exposing the bones of lives forbearing and elements once cloistered exposed now aerated drawn aloft and jet streamed hither and yon to enhance or perchance to kill either the bodies or dreams or both of others horrors all the species 

The facts please. Madam stick to the facts! What is your point! Thou doth protest to much vehemently the failings of those you fear! Did he touch your posterior or other private parts or your heart iterating or taking liberties? Did he in fact rape you or did you perchance seduce him? Were you wearing a cape a drape a curtain or clothing at all a bikini possibly were you panties at your knees before after did you say please or no or why n0t 

And so it goes round and round wobbling seasons reasons and zodiacs of changing skies new North Pole Stars old directions lost then found and lost again against the seasons changing continually in time measured by the dripping sand in hour glasses tumbling he said she said they said should's and ought's flung about Did you say snakes and stones or scones and peaches or pairs socks or pares  you make a ruin of my mind with your runes and mimes sermons in dial-a-prayer vending machines nickel masturbation for little boys by grandmothers giggling in babushkas paisley shawls polka dot happy endings like fortune cookie scrolls exhausting isn't it the scams shames cons shills the marks and larks bait and switch cynics knowing the cost of everything but the value of nothing descent doubt denial donation jizz on you knees the pointy toes of your 5 inch patent red leather opera shoes with naked toes are you putting me on off or peeing on my white buck shoes? LICK IT OFF BITCH & get outta my face off my back out of eternity I would not share the entire cosmos with you WHAT! you won't leave well prepare for the apocalypse I'm withdrawing the Giant Green Hairy Dill for you to eat oh you like that do you? a Little Death Music to accompany the black dawn for the species please a drum roll dirge be well in heaven hell purgatory or whatever you please it's your karma you choose and leave me the fuck alone forever NOW! A little doggrel to blight your coming eternal nights conservatively spoken if you please or not.

now I've had you twiddling your clitoris and anus with forked tongue please now and forever go away!

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