Why not press nipples?
Others doing strange things too...
A Nippresser's Life

Knarzig zerstummeln
was zuvor schon entwortet
The Life of a Poet

Lets hear you defend
Un-defendable argument
Huge stupid mistake
&
Told you it would be
Bigger than Vietnam was
It could well ruin you
&
Back down on all fronts
Humiliating defeat
Foreign policy

Need to get your push
Your self-analysis off
Here

It feels good to gloat
Stupid people specially
You aught to listen

You were all lied to
Your gullible lives Wasted
Trillions of Dollars
&
Your country is broke
For the whim of a madman
Take a good hard look

So

pfft, sum comes loudly
and I still don't know what that
summe cud laude means ask

the desires of
the season, that holiday
selling god and gift

Slip loop quick silver,
forever forgetfulness.
The life of a fish.

Nibbling the safety
of my trembling solitude.
The life of a mouse.

Watching and stalking,
bright wide-eyed and silence smoothed.
The life of a cat.

Chasing my own tail,
licking my own testicles.
The life of a dog.

No water for days.
Such dry soil but some still grow.
It must be pot luck.

warn extremity
balance nodding to it's fall
from shelf to the pot

Do you know something?
If you did not have a life
You would want this one
*
As we all have one
Why not use it to the full
Don

The secret of life
Live it, not wish it away
Take what you can now!

Life can be so great
As I laugh my way through life
Dancing with passion

I am exhausted
Danced every day for five weeks
But man I

Dee Plee Fab has gone
Flown away on silver wings
Left to find solace

habemus papam
atque habemus mamam
habemus bubim

Wind is from the north
Bringing cold and frost tonight
Shivering prospect
&
Alone in study
Clear blue sky as I look out
Small clouds skitter by
&
High fast wind whips clouds
Tearing them into the shapes
For speculation
&
A man with a beard
A dog with a long straight tail
Galloping horses

Eyes going fuzzy
Cough syrup buzz sustains me
The day turns to night

prostitute entr

An end to famine
and overpopulation:
cannibalism.

push the envelope
beyond the bounds of reason
just because you can

creativity
good sex looses the juices
better than dancing

Majestic desert
Sand dunes Hennered red by soft rain
Blown by southern breeze
&
Tinkling grains of sand
Sound of clean new start for life
My favorite place
&
Soul isolation
Take time to be alone then
Remember me there

Dedicated to Dee Plee Fab

clear tonic accent
Shakespearean tricksy
and more scherzando

When the water breaks
check your umbilical cord.
One last push

History jerkoff--
US Federal Census
of 1920.

Latin class jerk off--
Sum, es, est, sumus, estes,
Splooge.

Three shits before 2:
Where'd I get all this fiber?
A fucking great day.

So much energy,
Am a kid-drawn doodle with
electric hair curls.

Am boundless fizzing,
Am breaths of desert zephyrs,
Am hot sand swirling,

Dance of seven veils
Uncoiling wisps, revealing,
Discovering skin.

Canopied in red
Heady with incense, red wine,
Senses lulled, loose, long

Languid shining skin,
Amber-gilded, sways, hips sway,
ripe-heartbeat-rhythm.

The rhythm of life
Is a powerful beat, beat,
Every pore ticking.

No mask, no hiding.
No hidden jagged black rocks
To tear souls apart.

Yielding soft red lips
Shivering as I kiss you
I make my farewell

A week in Dubai
Try to visit Al Ghurair
Sharjah Souk antiques
&
Dibba Musadam
Sand dunes road to Wajaja
Al Ain Oasis
&
Ride on an Abbra
Fish for Baracuda from
Jebel Ali port
&
And when you

So other way up
That probably explains lots
On Australians

Might be Down Under
But there, all is upside down -
Might be up over :-) (-:

syrup stickiness
effervesce of your bullet
swelling enrapture

Sight I

major stimulants
are no substitute for love
but they do the job

not the best idea
viagra and LSD
don't mix well at all

Breasts in tight black bask
Long legs, and crotchless knickers
Shear black silk stockings
*
Red kissable lips
Follow me home fuck me shoes
Short skirt bend over
*
Things I want to do to you
Pushing my head between your legs
Tantalizing tease
*
Those kisses so soft
Thinking of you every day
Your mind your body
*
The wheal of life turns
Briefly met lives come and go
I accept life

Dee Plee Fab

derived from within
on the light fantastic toe
gipsy jack pudding

I wanted to write
a grand haiku about math.
Okay. Here it is.

Please, crumbling wafer
Won't you leave a single piece
All that's left is gone

In the beginning
was the Word, and the Word was
anthropocentric.

On the seventh day
God gets bored, scratches His nuts,
carves all the fossils.

Virgin olive oil
with lots of lovely spinachk,
a popeye salad.