My candy girl

1960s, Addiction, Adoption, color, Flowers, Iris

iris

Green mint breath,
with a predator’s thirst,
her hot steamed plunder,
spanked to affection;
some candy man love.

Her tom-tom palms,
such smooth pony thighs;
candy requires perfection,
ride, boy ride.

The monkey house screams,
call it a wild girl whisper,
her hot scripted words;
I believe in love.

Candy riders, where’s this going?

Going to slaughter,
touching her thighs;
riding the animal slide.

My candy girl,
little steamed fluffer,
she sweats warm venom;
I feel her love.

You’re pretty slow, if you still don’t know.

It’s called taste of the savage,
for ponys and monkeys,
a sweet attraction;
for candy boy love.

She was hired to please,
to guard, above the knee.

You got it now.

It was ‘62 and I was hot.

2010 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015

Happiness is slip-slide skin and hot-fumed gravel

1960s, Addiction, Adoption, Black Power, Bondage, Gun Control, Heartbeat, Leonard Cohen, line art, Murder, Nudity, Racism, selfie, Selfies, Sketchbook, Sketching, terrorism

gun

Slide skin,
heat me up and
poison my mind,
killing this infection –
taking my life,
eating my dinner down,
tossing and
rawing my lips.

Come run with me;
now take me on.

Pull my choked-up,
wiped-down,
glass wheels fast.

Help me steer –
not too neat,
hot fumed,
slip-slide gravel.

Get under my skin,
do it dirty.

2010 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015

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