Leslie Bone
& mortal
hot lovers
pot
steam and
cream medallions
hunger sex cross bow
status
reign supreme
in daydream ears
here, the
vow bow
steady
spaghetti and sauce
the boss looks pretty
in vixen hours magic powers
hee haw blah blah
all night long
winter song i’ve heard it
before
doors all knocked
and rung,
spun like a
groove move croptop
holding steady to the
source,
die tarantula
mourn, blame
flagrant
a mystical
conundrum
humdrum
in values
the crudence blackwater
survival
no rival
but your own
not pen ink but
the poem
no home but
attics musted
no crutches, just
look tasty
all pasty silent
titties all
castles due
will crumble
all fumble true
and potion, let’s
vacuum up
the dust.
hey aren’t you forgetting
the wetting of the
street,
the sweet meat
spectacular
at dawn
the prawn
the crab the bone
the
shell
the
spell the sand
the man the myth
the cross
the loss the opened
sky
their crying tears
of anguish
the spanish gold
and thensome
the threesome
mean and greenteen
the millennial boss
lost at the truck
stop
doomed forever
for now
but milking the golden
cow for never
for silver starbucks capital
young buck money
honey dripping
from bees
the freeze of november
in october june
wedding
the meddling
skyscraper
lobby
poor bobby
give him a
speck
don’t you forget
numbers out
cold
lol’d in museums
under neon vacuum
glass lit tundra
out from under
the weather all
leather and
spells
do tell
well, this is all casual. remember where you are
don’t lead me down
the spiral path, red white and black in your mind.
cars racing towards the infinite night
the spring stein plight
the horse shoe revival
the gas gun turret cake
lakes and valleys
piers and alleys
rooms and tombs
forever
now take this
cake and
run
-WGS
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Cool
sycamore
tree
persuasion
i
write
nothing
like
dog
days
it’s in
me,
win
me, poet
softly
angelic
like windmills
and
ground
pills
in sick
3’s
if we
begin
and
fling
the
bird,
twice
the
herd
thru
the sky
do or
die
the
big bag
breaking
shaking
and
leak, glisten
and
speak
the jangle
mangle, pumpkin
pop,
pudding
drop
rectangle in mouths,
babes
ensemble and
sparkle through
shoes divine
in
monkey
hours, false
prophecy
glad to see
you’ve made it,
pauper, prince, poet
thief, grand relief grand
harbor
master pianos
outspoken
chosen by
the branch
my mary
forgive
me
untangled,
not earned
urned but ecclesiastic
fears
and fucktastick
my power divine
and cherry
so wary
in deep
dungeons
dark
a spark and
an arrow
a drunk
trailer park
a gun and
a sparrow
a tooth and
a grin gone shopping
forever
a millionaire’s spin
and fling ding
spaghetti
all greased up
and
pretty my mantra
october my
stockings
well known - my home
gone forever my wrist
flicked and dangled
my parachute mangled
my castle, unknown
my garden
well-grown
all prissed and
medallioned
my arthur,
d’artagnaned
my dragon well
slain
my carpet
insane
my credit
card
money
my milk
and my honey
my twisted
unspilt
heart
that won’t
quit
through
rushing volcanoes
my mangy insane-o
my pearls legit
and quit
while we’re merry
my convertible scary
bless you, undress
you the mountain
police
in fleece
and fur shiny
a spine and
a grimy
(shadows) from
under
my thunder cracks
quick
let’s
lick
the bullet
and push it
and fuel it
through marches
and motions
my gambled
parade
hope we
get
laid
by the spirit
magenta
the godlike
placenta
the
vacuum,
a mule
(stay cool)
-WGS
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Palm
hold out your palm
jewels in your vacuum
and pale false alarm
pinned by your t-shirt
and various scars
ruled by the ghouls
of the world
show me the plan
lubed from the tube
and just making the scam
hungry for ladders
and cheap upper-hand
blue in the sacred dark
-WGS
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Concubine 8
flowers in the tundra
packets of ice
smoking in the boys room
snapping the vice
in your lap
and there you go
with the sap inside your
wounds
candles in the parlor
romanian pearls
sandals in the cokeroom
miami and curls
potions in the bedroom
look what you’ve
done to her now
smiles in the casket
cherry, veneer
sneaking up the staircase
a smooth chandalier
she gets smoky
and she hums all the words
to albanian tunes
hushes in the vacuum
a crackle and tongue
sweet vanilla bracelets
my story’s begun
and i’m back at the beginning
with a sick ultraviolet sun
ivy on the mantle
a mystical time
holy is the perfume
the bell as it chimes
i’m singing death is but
a number
life is but an old episode
the cake is sweating pretty
all elegant now
i’m getting quiet, undercutting
the eternal vow
and i’m sweating at the funeral
but my mind it was singing loud
/ and low
-WGS
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Lyre
Doomless
clock
my
babies
clot
my aim
less
lore
my
drain
age
plock
my
wicked
chair
my
shat
tered
mirror
my
spider
web
my
cup
since
re
my
pain
less
spear
my voc
ab
drear
my mast
odon
my
mut
ant
gear
my
chande
lier
my
pock
et
smear
my stor
y
told
my
mold
y
lyre
-WGS
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Nicodemus
the salty hudson, her perennially filling my lust
he had been dead for years and the magic hour was vanished
it hurt so bad to lose that magic kingdom
so transluscent in my memory the perfect spectacle of light and honor mountains
my space surrounded with brim cuticles,
my hover board and my venus sword memory,
my magic stick misshapen
and forward
my malleable personable and frenetic
haunted
there is no sure way to prove this
all gone in the beat of a drum
all gone in a sniff of a hat
all gone with the points on the rug
MY MAGIC BETTER IN LIMBO
FORWARD TRACE ANSWER STEPS
RAINBOW ALLIGATOR MAGIC BREAD
HOLY COMMUNION BUTTER TOAST
I LOVE YOU
PLEASE STAY
FOREVER
AND LEAVE ME BEAUTIFUL MAGIC SEEKING
I WILL MEET YOU AGAIN WHEN THIS JOURNEY
IS THROUGH, I’LL FOLLOW YOU TO THE
NEW KINGDOM ONCE AND FOREVER
-WGS
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Eyes
Eyes
in freaking
wonder
land
burned
at the
satchel pond
hers
a fragrant
more
reluctant
ly
a
different
kind of
currency
a passion
fruit...
Youth
and
stature
her ballgown
dim
her
teardrop
eyes
big
her
hair
dirty
bronz
her
mouth
cool
and
wet
-WGS
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Divide
girls of the highway
my love is pneumonia
my love is forthcoming
i bet i don’t know ya
all frequent division
all terminent sand
all leaks and precision
all terminant band
all full of the noise
all passed on the bridge
all leaks are destroyed
through permanent itch
all mermaid aside
all choice is bermuda
all wings are forthcoming
all paled and computered
all masking aside
my moon calls me charlie
my max calls me don,
my peppermint, sally
and rally we will in the
turbulent oak
my palindrome soaked,
my mail man
is lost
and crossed is
the vision
the passion,
the virtue
my statue stays
vacant my
masculine, horseshoed
and tied to the bridge
with nose in the pantry
and carried a smidge
with the arrogant wedding
and hold me, endeavored
my mask it is bronson,
my cherished forever,
my paste is my stargum
and harlequin lover
buried in bluewaves
carried endeavors
all freeze with the ice age
divide
-WGS
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Violet
it’s hard to be clever in the city
circus smog and ringling covers
let me tell you something
my fragrance dim and bloody,
you old fool
i love you softly
come to me gentle
and set your smooth
skin around me
you vain defilers how
i want you so
give me sweet forgiveness,
an open prayer
to dismantle on
the mantle
gold and bronze
for long days.
i will not take by
force of will
i will use
the force
smoothly
the spirit
lovely
the epitaph
neon
the low flying
plane.
they know nothing
but wet context
i rest my peace.
i will conquer
by means worthy
of your eyes
do not worry
i will pull this length of tape
rainbow colored and
oxy moron,
forever in triangles
and violet shape
fantastic.
rivers cuomo
and spandex
at the brim.
my nuisance
recovered.
vandaled in
the art of knowing
better.
if you want
my sweater
slip through it
and prove it
til the vague
dawn descends.
ultraviolet
caring
in fresh fields
forever
in troubador
traveler’s checks
opened muddy,
and bright.
-WGS
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The End
note box shadow tangle
sting of whipped cream pie
and triangle
flourished
and sasquatched
my tongue
leveled and
peeling
with percussion
and ivory towers
and bath salt
….
beautiful mistress
in the hannibal
love potion
magic hour
i’m steaming
projected
and tar
feathering
morning
noon
and
night.
steambell hum
and close rattle.
my mind is stung
with barbecue sauce
and saranwrap
pulsating
on kitchen
floors
and shining tight.
but really,
let me go
my moonflower
spangles
and softs
in tufts
and prairies,
singing
and dangling
through
flower pot
magic time
shogun hour (now)
….
this is new moon
repeating myself
viciously
streaming
poetic
in the crystal
ton night
my chest,
bare floored
and claw feathered
freaking in miracle
heat
comfort zone
and ferrari
bed.
-WGS
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Peace
There will come a time when
you look out your window in
haste
Only to see trees
and vast emptiness.
The true white
wonder.
And you’ll think, where
has all the madness
gone?
Those people, those
ghosts on my trail,
where are they
now?
And this strange cool
peace
will descend
on you vividly,
making room
for progress
in the best way.
-WGS
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Sometimes
you might hear glimmers of that old shadow
smoking, coal
night fumes
and it will lie with you gently
when you cut up your former self
but listen to it gleam
in shadow orchestras,
vagrant
your old self
spewing the convertible
and the midnight sun
forge ahead.
rafter and blue toast
your milk is misleading
by the twilight after hour
interest and pigment,
banana and bloom
my mistress is shuffling
and this cool morning
is hunger flaming
in the stain glass fume
what i mean to say is
we cloak this shadow wisely
and move past indifference
splitting the difference
swallowing the tango
if this is gentle, i look for more
and cram it through my skull
my baby blaring
swollen and fierce
rainbow days
abcdefg
hijklmnop
qrstuvw
xyz
-WGS
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Waltz
my freelance spaghetti is getting cold
don’t forget your carnal vacuum, Stacy
I quit with the wick in hand,
obvious to doomsday sayers,
layers with the smooth gum
and alphabet sauce
you’re lucky, you know that?
i got freeze in cherrybomb platters
and this is the warning
with guests at the tables
No, No, No, she says
wicker and moon-head
stickers and moon-sauce
I will not be a victim
cherished and bombarded
with call letter answer mail
This is the new future, california
wicked divine
I wash my hands
and step off to the night
This is railroad fuck-crack
spaghetti talk
and I’m having none of it
with your batting lashes
and magenta paint
But really,
legs in the night
your picture carved up
nonsensical and
weird
I wish you well,
do tell the story
when I’m not around
I’m sure someone will laugh
and I won’t hear a sound
If the music will play
all gay in the night
I’ll surely be with it
my lamp shining bright
Your pressure ferrari
dim-litted still
Your dad without warning
washing his pill
down with the soap,
the soda-filled noise
the red-headed morning
the car full of boys
the ballad to nothing
the waltz of the year
the macho messiah
drinking his tears
the homeland spaghetti
cooling at dawn
the masks of our fathers,
trying them on
etc
-WGS
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Rake
Rake and Philadelphia
murder the moon
Ask me for forgiveness
but she’s changing her tune
Madness in the muscles
an arrogant knife
Cold cut in the music
with a passenger’s knife
Blood and California
I can’t stop it, veneer
Razor-headed warning
I can’t stop it, Jamal
Raised and pterodactyl
with her music and pearls
Bucking through the faucet
with her traction and curls
Mirror-headed waitress
I can’t fuse it just yet
Glasses and pneumonia
I can’t choose it just yet
I can clumsy all the footsteps
I can figure it out
I can ask another mattress
I can fake it all out
Going down to Glasgow
with a peppermint wife
Going down to Glasgow
with an innocent wife
with a treacherous wife
alive in each ear
with a diamond to spill
and a future to spear
and a world to shatter
and an airplane to steer
and a color to splatter
and a master to fear
let’s fight
-WGS
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Flower
Flower
and Bone
her mistress
cologne
a mystical rambler
sweet bugsy malone
Flower
and cone
sprinkles
and drone
matchsticks
in the mattress,
a priest on the
phone
Flower
and bone
sneakers and stones
mystics with the lipstick
in the paranoid zone
Flower
and ice
hours of vice
jamming down
the pudding
in a world of your own
-WGS
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Do Not
be tempted by the rich sounds of rock and roll
be, however, your
purest self
wild and principled
wry and arrogant
simple but pleasant
astounding
and
magnificent
i hold a candle to the rich dawn
fragrant and merciless
beautiful and slim
careful and cunning
cute but callous
but lover,
sail out across
the green rich moon
toot the bell horn
of significance
of rising tide
balloon feast
morning.
what have you.
you have me.
but you can’t spell
and you can’t count.
too bad.
-WGS
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