O Circle of Women! (Woman2WomanKentuckiana)

There Pleasures on Ear lobes& brainlobes that in a NeverDay SomeDay passing bloodriver YoniSpring from DownThere gushes b'low the wild whitened Jungle in TannerFive alively scaled but Not2BeImpaled ManMember`edly into Perpetuity, as NoMan'sLand BetwixtLegs inputtings HEXED for which  HePeePeeSplinter not e'er me enter. I girl. I grow the girl haphazard hybrid; SheThinksMeSerious; HePeePee thinks rape; my shape belies His FutileTries; NoWayNoWayNoWay Rape 2Day  GetGetGet theH away!!! Happily see me in rings earrings girlthings singing Hallelujah Joe Hovah's fired&flunked He'en's not desired OR ANYMAN'S 'MAGINED JUNK. . . MOTHER MUD! BUT TO BLEED YOU I NEED MONTHLY AND BEAR bossomed BELLE      INDEED BABY as Her birthings bring. . . As queer this year Stranger Things have happened haply BABY UNmenopaused BECAUSE w MomNature RedInTooth&Claw I woman shun my man best I can.  

Fancy not as Fancy is not as Fancy does; my Love, AllOfYou that's must be minded too invisibly. I need to nurse the DeadRomances conjured as LessonsSouled as soldout. A little black birdie in the CrowdWintering I thought I overheard She gleaning Darwinian Meaning: mean-the-Sprites who abound in the cacophonic twittersound of CorpseKornfields. . . So: yielding gelding Thanksgivings to Byrds starving as I now unwomaned womanizing whom EarthMother cravingcorpse of Loverbuoy drowning in KoldKentuckyRain that kills m'Brain (as if there was neurology in necrology!!!!!!!) Me murdered first as LoverFirst must so Kornfield be feast for BlackBirdBunch ghostly till the muds green; by then the me unseen wants neither funeral nor betterburial.

I imagine! Is there hope for imagination that incarnates from light's absence, shadows, nothingness? My hope now, Women, best be distant; in fear Ye eventually shun me, or perhaps from my utter stupidity in familiar tone You recoil; in the same kind of fear I know that only a glance a careful Hello suffices, not a love reciprocal from You for that meager, near-pathetic worship. I need more distance than intimacy to keep this worship as a mental map, a soul-configuration functioning to give an initial-fake cisM a somewhat for which to live . . . perhaps I dare-to-add, too love . I am "between" and never ought to be a "life of TheParty," an easy one to pass-by and let-it-stay-that-way. The ache of my viscera just needs to be staunched, and to die in such a stoppered-staunch merely seems to be the way She, Earth Mother, TheWombOfKosmos ordains. To-day then I feel that imaginging is of slight importance compared to obedience. In this instant, then, I must look away ...

 Earth art Thou Womb in Everything to Thee I sing manfully fitfully @ Distance; Say=> hefalsie hath none only TartNuns make One the BrokenGlass; hefake of none but then-trespass in a-dying away way sees the Way on Path he.lost by TempestTossed badborn hexed sextily as HereI'm perp of the crime BirthSin felonious unharmonious chants to end any chance. O Romance of MartyrsJailed enslaved so of chestyGSW suckingblood failed. ILY don't tell Any Body though, what hurtz BAD should not be mentioned.

WomanUnhelteredAsI! I give you (not under TheTree) debit, cardrefreshing50 more than I shall get; no Santa Pantokrata HolyHoly and Unwelcome comes as I sleep und under Plastic, WinterToward rain neither baptizes nor give drink; We, Girl, are only thisway alone, but I'll let You be the MysteriumTremendum&Fascinens.  Please, somebody else be felt. . . I pray never to See; You in my worship need best be Ghost and I in SacrificeBleedingUnMenstrually so find You nice (say You get your ManHunk jealous) getting into TheClub  I'M-SO-SORRY-I-AM ABSENT MINDED (meaning better out of sight, out of mind); I see where the City put the TwoYou, ManWifeConjoint into Jail and sold your PolyEster Geogesic Tent at Cop AuctionCheap (If emptor  gets caveat  enough to stand Thybodysweetodor) (& in my odor neversmelt you ever felt) My Bond gags You what GETS YOU2 OUT OF JAIL nauseates my bypass, Lass! THE HALL OF JUSTICE 10000% FOR SALE WHERE BREANNA T AND FOLKS DANGLING LIKE ME ge...

My birth, accidental eruption, gave me a male's curse, for which I repent, Ladies. I will do whatever I can to keep you from fearing me, but given that in yes all cases I merely strive for a friendliness in which no ungrown intimacy will occur, and still You fear me, get me arrested, I have in myself a mortal fear of how You regard me. I suffer in this sentiment: the pain in just every case my presentation to You receives Thy registry of a stalking when its opposite semantics toward You are intended, which makes me hide  oftentimes, and the-more when I do express this apprehension about being misunderstood, I note alienation, a seeming reponse that such an eccentric comment deserves 'psychiatry' more than friendship. So let me try to smile when I see You, and to deem your frowns at my being behaviorally 'off-rail' as my cue to shut-up, get back into the line of men who need humiliations, and jail me if that tickles the sense of Justice in You, which Justice, Woman...

  Dead fall this Fall; The GreatNoPossible PossiblyFellThrough-- well worth, so worthy so NothngNew when you ask and I tell WhatTheHell Does Immolation me-do. For a good cause she killed me such a thrill when she killed me the bullet went in where sin spat a few drops and in term outcome baby. Lady! A Man if Good needs die for You down down the Hole spilt with naught ado.