Kiss Her in Spring

Kiss Her in Spring
prose for lovers


Thin slim trim that’s how the ladies like to look

Skim stim string ding ring ting ping a pong tong wrong tom tom

Forthright is how she travels

Never revealing face or legs

For if these parts were exposed

Hell might go to Heaven

Holler breathe steamy coming up to

Christ where does she go?

Down the drone ball of wayward dragons coughing out the flames of their home in the slime lime mine-hole

Holler breathe steamy coming up to see who is here

Snake’s eyes pierce her retinal glance

Goa boa constrictor coming from the middle of the earth

Drake flake out snake’s eyes toggle your mind set all filled with garbage bags and helping hands

Ladies from the upper crust of her den in hollow ground
Dearth hearth fire is hell’s way of telling you ‘be aware of daggers’

Blue black us and then younger and sweeter innocence has made its dream

Bold turning on its axis

Sexual beasts exist in strife fife life rife is its incestuous hold on Satre and Delius
Froth fumes frighten the pire’s open firey night of debauchery
Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread out
Against the…
Sir J. ALFRED PRUFOCK WAS HERE