Mona Mirror

----------------- Jill sees her first a hardon with her girlfriend. then grand transferring it to Franny who's fanny used to the buttock heel.

behovely thing to which she belongs and the transcendent bum of her loving. this 

woman's got a thing for Mona. She's from Mirror mirror on the wall . And the sunshine 

and lust. Like an envelope of true fuck. I have sung about her. Her dingle and dangle 

. A morning's glorious tapering her finger up the true blue divide divining and dividing 

this blessed foot. A kempt curse of love's sticky bawdy.

______________Now if that was yr lover how the desert'd burn in your feet . to say your sexsocks'd burn
across the grand bison of time!!  hAIL THEEE ho Mona. Buckshot boogie!



 Mona's  any old soap-dodging ass face. Scruffy as a old dirty bucket. If she's on the bum, she camps  in a doss_ doss squating's her occupation

____________________ if working and playing in many a fragment has made her play a thing she's worn rugged with the loving of dogs and escaping a thing or two she's pulled it off with love.





She calls claps her phone to her ear as any deterritorialized subject~
and the paranoid subject refrains soup and change honey in the mint tea  torn from the blanket of wombs      ~

Climbing and    ~ poke and hope that's Mona's sole rope. and her role?  the rna to dna and round the swirling thing. another word to  steer through blue ray and sun hope of sparkled sun. and not the  . what? Mona hearing the indivisible and rushing the feet

before this there is no one but fanning   ~ peacocks and a rubber check as 'long' as eternity. But Jill can eternity be long belong the world blonde and the asses, the swarm of bone and buttock breasts out of mouth and the ragged hilt of sword . on fire and fair. Franny came down a fireman's pole

and balmy as the fall reclines the bodies of    ~  Unspoken loving     ~ .
  and the rhomboid shape minuting the tall woman's vision above civilized declaring ~ her furthest field of long belonging. and femine as the shape of the world's hem  it hoves into Does howling and hooting make a diference to the lover's tough fiber?