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from Pre-Cortex Lands #3

Posted on 25/08/202014/09/2020 by Dean English

caution: erotic content

XV

trunk at the base, grinding home
animal sounds and overtones
grass fronted, the wetness, she moans
eye contact, blue on yellow/brown
showing him that, in skirt,
while squatting to his hat,
putting her number on the stone
on top of the notes. will reply
he nods, mouth pushed in against the wax
opening, tonguing Vibrations along
the last light of the working day.
axial shift, temperature change
pockets the cash and walks away
on sun-wet, dust scattered rock
through dank & over-rated agapanthus
to where the river wells up
at the pushing inland tide
waits at the boulder breakwater,
supporting the busy road,
by the cliffs, volcanic rock,
where she comes her wrongness off
in flesh pink, her brown skin parted
at the folds, pushed aside in charcoal
underpants, a pimpled thigh, a single rose
face-high, pulled her AGAPanthus off,
on white ceramic tiles, the cistern hissing
after-flush, she’s wearing a patch
& chewing the gum, and says
her dreams are wild and not associated

particular of the cortisol development
and the free-fall from the step off
after smoking, since before puberty,
she has sucked on whatever it was.
put into her hands, he draws it out,
to stop it—Time, tightening
like the type of clamp holds
industrial strength machine fabric
and rubber pipes to stainless steel
by turning a screw, takes her tongue
stud between his teeth, sucks the hot
wet meat while she rides the swell
he has made. she moans, she glides
on the-player-firm power in his arm.
she breaths into him the mint taste.
palm at base of his spine, touching, grinds
her feet for traction, comes closer
and closer to the cold sharp corner
of the basin. on his teeth her stud

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4 thoughts on “from Pre-Cortex Lands #3”

  1. Dean English Dean English says:
    14/09/2020 at 8:02 am

    Thank you, Mark. feel i’ve been struggling with narrative clarity and flow; so made a few changes. may be unnoticed

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    1. Mark Prisco Mark Prisco says:
      15/09/2020 at 8:18 pm

      you’ve made heaps of changes, altho minor. would like to compare the versions

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      1. Dean English Dean English says:
        16/09/2020 at 6:58 am

        I don’t have the former version, sorry.

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  2. Mark Prisco Mark Prisco says:
    13/09/2020 at 11:42 am

    love the sensuality of these lines, coupled with the tight rhythmic control. Also: v. effective the stanza break

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