To What Is To Be Wed?

Not now—the day of October’s finest, but somehow and some way, together the bride and husband, they lay—like a 2 layer cake—I’ve had my share of shaking the Fallen Fall leaves (with my Charlton Federated Church)—it-so-all, and Leaves the raking to me and Dad and Mom, you’ll see with a leaf blower, going lower down the stairs along the hallway, it’s the heyday of nudes, you’re so prude as not to envision The “All” of God’s human creation, and then Evolution, hence “Eden” and slimy serpents—NO ONE’S WEARING ANY PANTS!

Like a flower, a Fig Leaf—go figure—lemme see the pistol—I missed her and “Hey Mister” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOEtZSqUSLo)

And so thusly with a tongue to twist, hun- move your hips while we Tango at the Discotheque with those thick thighs, thinking, dip your lips to kiss thine own precious chattels voluptuous with Botox they swell, being so svelte and it’s me, smelling like a rose—instead of a bright surprise to pass on the Bud Light, every night, with maybe a super sloshed and snobby Politician—Reagan drank probably mostly pure water (h2o) with a saucy so snide decried the Almighty dollar and Mr. Gorbachov with a tear in his eyes listening to Pink Floyd—the stinking division of “The Wall” on a Street so nice and neat and tidy, on the Senatorial donations, my own $$$, it might be—or actually, Well, it is of what to kiss those lips tongue in a twist—be it a broad getting close at The Sole Proprietor in Worcester, Massachusetts, the favorite (#1) of seafood and cabbage spouts, sprouting Daisy delivered in the December months of my previous time here on Earth, flowers arisen in the Month of March—M. 20th my Birthday, oh man, I’m getting on in years, that CoVid-19 didn’t bring much fear as when here, well I had my own apartment, a shard of the day well-spent retrieving delicious food—not near anyone else—I eat my meals from the Top Shelf, you readers of mine, so fine—call it the Counter near the mini-fridge filled with Soda Cream-Puffs and for tissue in the bathroom—one wish of mine, divine in beauty, with a bootie, so boo-hoo I’m sad, I’m madly dashing delectable of well, this mother currently, she has given birth—not that I had access to her ephemeral fine physique, I see her during the week, but she works early, thus then SURELY absurely sure did, absolutely of whatever on-coming Clout on a clowdy day, what the hey? Ask MY NEWEST RING-TONE:

https://listenonrepeat.com/?v=ZSbsZdSPIu8#Samsung_Circus_Alarm_(Extended_loop) — the Clowns today’s of only me calling Mommy I’m her “Hunny Bunny” on led away (astray) with my views being “Skewed”—meant to bake the sworn S-words and sewers, highfalutin vinegar and oil, that black liquid gold—Israel is undersold, and sworn to match-make with Bruce Fenton’s $CAKE having been tossed and then the fire—“There you have De-Fi...” off the cuff with his LINKS applauded in appearance and oh-so rich and wealthy—I hope he’s healthy of living a long life, without money say it, don’t fear the “Strife”—a wife?—I’ll hopefully be married soon, feeding this “Tini Ara” 2009-2013 with a Silver Spoon, to Swoon at the dancing hair follicles in the wind—when America wins!

Toodle-Loo and give it a listen before my fingers udder another swift-y-syllable of one-another of hopes and dreamtime exploration of Haiti—the nation—of natural extravagance on the New York Something Special EXCHANGE the shit, the spit, it slipped all slippery, take a Sip of some other’s SALIVA when elevating the exploration of thine lovers’ many teeth—ivory chompers—the front chewers front-teeth first—about to break off a bit, be it a big bite of what tonight? hmmm maybe how about our ordering out, call it Domino’s for NO HOES! ON THE WAVELENGTH OF A MONTHLY FLOWS!—oh noes it’s them hoses in the Secret Garden—up and Marching at them- Red Bottoms on when mowing the front lawn chopping down the Pansies and “Her Pantalones” sipping the saucy meant to measure the pleasure of lubricated lips—oh the Gloss and Glowing—are you still mode Mowering?—with the grass cut short and I once having been 3.5” TaLLer I swallow the booty floss of what such females fine-as-can-be, so and So I want them all for ME!

Yours Truly,

Jeff M

“Jeffrey Richard Marquis”