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Blown kisses blew from my kiss of 'fuk it'

My future I condemned to biting the dust

Proclamations, Declarations, Representations

I made of my so-called individuality

A scarsity in time I heralded my personality to be



Blown kisses from the last stanza blew back to me

to trade saliva & tonsil communion

in wrapped-tongue intercourse

Fast livin' in the streets-to-sheets,

I let the fast-life have its way

with my sleek-to-chic body over & over

'til there wuz no virginity left to have way with...



Still...

I flew high/

No lie/

You know dis/BALLIN'....

in a game I crafted from wayward high-jinks

I flew high/

No lie/

You know dis/becuz I wuz sure to let it be known to the masses

that I wuz such a free-spirit...fly'n high, on lies, & I knew dis - wait'n on myself to crash & burn & raise yet again, to do it all over again...



Blown kisses blow from these lips in present time

breezed by today's winds

& transported adrift

in a current

leading somewhere, hopefully not nowhere,

but def'ntly anywhere where somewhere

                            nowhere

                            & anywhere

comingle to balance out my wildAzz ways



Blown kisses blow from these lips to future time

packaged in wild oats I've sewn

as seeds to sew in royal fields

to reap a harvest of future wild oats to be sewn

in a more cautious fashion



Blown kisses blow from these lips of past time

as boomerang pecks on both my cheeks

from both my 18th & 19th years

I so stubbornly kissed goodbye

ungrateful of my youth's advantage

& mercy's will for greatness in my life



I am a free-spirit

Proud in my ways

Seduced by my own charm

...but I'd take back any blown kiss to do it all over again & do right by my life's proper sane function.