Tame my monkey for smokes and hot fetching breath

Dizzy rates high and lists of bars lowered.

Tame my monkey for smokes of hot fetching breath.

Soon darling soon.

Polish to gleam and inspect your hole.

Your encase and clinks to ground, excite my ears.

Carry you yes.

Darling you madden, your tug of love; the incessant call to arms.

 I love you dearest, hand of god.


Categories: 1960s, Addiction, Ashtrays, beat poetry, Bolsheviks, Bondage, Cigarettes, God, WarTags: , , , , , , , , ,

Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities.

I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.


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