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\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm clash.
\nThis bowling alley, it pukes & rallies. Bum drum machines recording
\nnumbers in rolling tallies. Dilly dallies & silly fallacies. Oh please, they all
\ntease. Get over your own petty tragedy.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm clash.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm rattle.
\n
\nAnother buzz-off putz with a frumpy frown, a spasmodic flounder in the
\nsound. But you, you astound this klutz. You all at once come into my view
\nfrom a dusty shroud, with the smooth strut of your approach.<\/h9>
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm rattle.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm clash.
\nPin action in the background, fast crowds whizzing past in the shadows.
\nBut you catch traction in slow motion, & glide through the loud commo-
\ntion in tiny fractions.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm clash.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm rattle.
\nChatter chatter chatter. Banal conversations in squeals & clatter. But you
\nrather, you matter. You scatter my brain & slide with graceful rhythm
\ndown the lane. You are precision. You give me a hundred envisions before
\na vivid tunnel vision. You shatter my indecision & make me question this
\ncynical drifting.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm rattle.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm clash.
\nCackle guffaw cackle. These people & their bawdy laughter. They cannot
\ndistract me from your body\u2019s rapture. You\u2019re a master. Your blue & red
\nshoes have crafted a path through their blotto blather.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm clash.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm rattle.
\nYou bend & lean at the hip, a little dip before a kick & flip of your wrist.
\nA wiggle & tip, & then a near slip. It\u2019s pivotal, it\u2019s bliss. You\u2019ve put me in
\nfits. I wish–no I dream–to be the seams in your jeans, tightly gripping
\nthat cinnamon cream. To be the weight of that ball, to see myself swing
\npendulum with your reflection in the polished sheen. Your release & twirl.
\nThe way your sleek curve unfurls my nerves.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm clash.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm rattle.
\nYou\u2019re apt to pick up that spare. You\u2019re stacked & thick & got stuffed love
\nto share. A truly packed derriere. Nothing half-ass about what you have
\nback there. I\u2019m damn close to trapped, to attack, to flat-out attached. I let
\nout a gasp at the near flash of crack.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm rattle.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm clash.
\nYou kneel & clasp your hands in prayer. Even from behind, I can tell you
\ncare. The ball slaps & skips on the slick varnish, nicking the pin into its
\ndim little lair. You clap & put your hands in the air. Now that I\u2019ve met your
\nback from god knows where, I\u2019m sick over what will happen when I meet
\nyour stare.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm clash.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm rattle.
\nYour ball\u2019s in the conveyor. A no-brainer. I need a shot of your flavor,
\nstraight with no chaser. Because I can\u2019t just savor. I\u2019m a salivator. I\u2019m some-
\nthing abject. Behavior all fricked & fracked & frecked. You have beckoned
\nthe crick of my neck. You are heaven sent. Oh, to be that cooling air vent.
\nTo waft the breath of your scent. To dry the damp clammy balm on your
\nopen palms.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm rattle.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm clash.
\nI must calm this pitt-putter & think of something hip to utter. Spit game,
\nbut be sure not to sputter. There must be a reason for the flutter, for my
\ndark heart that revs like a rudder. You seem to explain why I suffer, why
\nmy brain is so cluttered. I want to kick off these rubber soles, & let my fin-
\ngers fill your holes. I hope that you smother, & that you tear asunder be-
\nneath the covers. But if nothing other, I hope we can still find one another.
\nPlease: I need to believe one day we\u2019ll wash out from the gutter. I need to
\nbelieve we can still find lovers during this storm of stubborn thunder.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm clash.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm rattle.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm clash.
\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<\/span>Hummmmmmm rattle.<\/p>\nRyan Francis Kelly often wishes he were the Cheshire Cat, so that he could disappear and leave behind nothing but his floating grin. You can find him catwalking between accessible and askew.<\/em><\/h4>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"