the last day of forever

i'm brooding upon my poem nest.... these random pieces plucked from conversations, printed pages, things i've seen and done lately, or impressions left by the effort(s) of others

bathing in a tiny pink bathtub in Madrid
shitting upon a purple toilet in Paris
being fucked deep in the ass
gypsy musique
throwing a chamber pot's contents out the third story window
on the gypsy band below on the cobblestones
they start screaming, throw down their instruments
storm the stairs to the third floor
burst in as you ejaculate
she screaming into a pillow
ripping the pillow case with her teeth

LOL
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it's a good thing our thoughts are generally private ;)

and that we can't change our external world with the speed of desire

life is crazy enough already.