Thomas Lowe Taylor -- WHERE'S THE BEEF?

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Polling the Particles

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,

you are you it says

there in the chair
yr legs spread wide

i've tongue-hard
innter punto slips

a sign arise hand
in sight in gasp

stroke strike to
to one this song

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there'd

tantra fucking sex
of it all

hard noun dick erect
into the folding clit
of light to speak
tongue in sent ens

i poke yr light in
to and further

i stroke the head yr
yr spread

focus funcs tions
down, time to all get
down

poemfuck

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tantra sign obert

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sat nite holitude


lord's alte (late) light
stult, nix pass.
HERE, the slight of them
hanking in the mist.

this replude, nix nee pinter
i've had enough shit
for two lifetimes
n thnsm

chasm spasm

the narker spud
his own repunto

laid out and flat

the morning AAAfter
you sd helo
fuck shit
and thensm

eyem a former shoe
yr light plenty skated
in flux in tremor in
light

sharp sudden plenter
planter (sudden roses

emist'd

like
why role it out
when a pinnance
will do?
as pinner w/a small joint
like a pin

spilled communicado
nonetheless
do

he sd
late at the bar
i want to read poetry
but but
(i add) where's the beef?

and that's about it.

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louie

the series--
lute snarter
amongst natos
sparks her eye
langus tomer
and toto the
spud

into lates
there says to
benign moe, mo
i'd at had
of yours & you

this deeper spun
mine the angle
seized, hard, in

atoned, he stays
he forms anew
the line
the proto-sine
alleth
conspira torso

Eats the plume
spars her nostro
into seeming
set, sent, -enctd

they nay mar
but plude din
inner punto
ask stay, hears

thus prin mos
thus we have.

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