a study toward sonnet #1,279 by FisherKingKQJ

Some lovers talk up big, disarming boasts
Of their conquests well tallied, shed who'd shun,
In roaring tornados poor selves field spun,
Scab itches seem their conditional toasts.
There's gay hairdressers who chase boyhood coasts,
And wax hot tears on goddesses' hearts won
By macho, mean drunks camply overdone,
Who'd screw their girls removed once sex bot ghosts.
Think writers, those rubes in love who rarely shake,
Who speechless here and now turn hindsight wits,
Read in nought but heartburn pitched bellyache,
Cash out high thought from bestseller hits.
Querulous girl, boiled down golden quarter,
Scribbles spill as onion tears salt water.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 quarter
o $10,000,000 point-two-five
o $10,000,000 two-eighths

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a study toward sonnet #1,278 by FisherKingKQJ

Tall, built and athletic, his shoulders broad,
There was a swagger in his swinging walk;
On entering a room, royal honey'd talk
Was aimed a chick's way smoothly, I was awed.
His slate suit understatement underscored,
His glistening eyes segued brown, softest gawk,
His voice plied warmth as whiskey off a cork,
On minded p's and q's, then, my heart soared.
He ruled as an absentee, ruthless pimp
Backpacker cafe, strip club stacked Fort St;
I waged to go one up on a schoolyard wimp,
Knocked up by genteel underworld elite.
Eveteased, bearhugged all my young life so far
Through this Father figure I'd raise the Bar.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 far
o $10,000,000 distance
o $10,000,000 yard

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,277 by FisherKingKQJ
27.8.07 (ii)

There've been other girls with whom I'd flirt,
Maybe bang, but my head was always clear,
I tapped the techniques, clever lines up near
For big hair, neat stick out bum in a skirt.
Said dream girl in a car, what could I blurt-
Love at first sight I swore in my pal's ear,
I started getting stiff and so backed off a leer,
She waved me over, me stillstock inert.
Next time dutch courage carried me bold sneak,
I snagged her bucket passenger front seat
She slapped my arm, gave up a shielded shriek,
I wound the window down, bled summer heat.
My wiseguy pal egged her to give me heaps,
Her sailor hubby heaved, as mine for keeps.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 heaps
o $10,000,000 mounds
o $10,000,000 piles

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,276 by FisherKingKQJ
17.9.07 (xv)

I live to cruise, to scan babes on the street-
I'll pull-in, kerb-crawl, flatter in a lilt,
To other prowlers siphon slightest guilt-
I'll snare you stumbling drunk, sort of sweet.
It clanged to core that you'd be indiscreet-
Blab me, some stranger, sorry story spilt,
Your lovely arm on me lean, your cute head tilt,
You heaped thoughts in my head that I try cheat.
You're patient counsel when friends nursing need,
Through you they busy themselves back on track,
For your own pressing problems never plead,
Dares your serene facade quite baffled, crack?
Sure, it was out of character for you
To search in my blunt type a casual screw.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 screw
o $10,000,000 bang
o $10,000,000 roger

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,274 by FisherKingKQJ

There's some dispute regarding what eyes see,
Fields, plots, eyewhites, colours, skins and faces;
My love on my part looks yond after me,
Gauche head turns regroup my latent graces.
Was love among stem cells which set eyes free,
Near-dead Cambrians focussed their last traces;
In her eyes lightest oxygen panned key,
She'd kiss me on eyelids, meekest places.
When sad brain puts together set time frame,
Things solid, stolid, with deeds soon as done,
Her kissing bruises can seem kinkiest fun,
I'm slightly behind the beat, search the aim.
I trust her, we thrive on never-never,
Mortgaged house looks old time machine ever.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 never-never
o $10,000,000 future
o $10,000,000 tomorrow

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,275 by FisherKingKQJ

It's no good sobbing, wishing or else sighing
When you spy the sweet boy whom you treasure,
You should mull an active, median measure,
You should not dither thoughts of shame and dying.
You've got to pick out his likes without prying,
Favourite food through to leant on leisure,
Join his pastimes, so doing spike his pleasure,
And close in common loves that you're buying.
If he sorts fries, you chip in french as strings,
If he sorts hair up, you bare shoulder shrugs,
If he sorts wrestling, you get huge in hugs,
If he sorts tight skirts, you wear one that clings.
Do said things, you'll be ready in a snap,
He'll kiss and cuddle you all round the map.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 snap
o $10,000,000 click
o $10,000,000 ping

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,273 by FisherKingKQJ

You pushed two bangs off my chest nestled brow
Across my tingle bled, warm crumpled ear,
A posture saying that you would further plough,
I sure stood on your sneaker toes too near.
You plucked my pinching bra straps anyhow,
I twanged your trou suspender straps arrear
That your lips, sweet and sour, on my lips chow,
You chucked my chin, you said that you loved dear.
My eyes shut on your bold and burning kiss,
Arms started their inveigling, clumsy spar,
You had the cheek to push my bra back to par,
I roughly raked your flies that way then this.
My heart rubbed furiously at my numbed ribs,
I groaned that I would grant you great first dibs.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 ribs
o $10,000,000 pipes
o $10,000,000 tubes

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,272 by FisherKingKQJ

I reached the airport main concourse restrooms
To broach relief from senate boors and booze;
Delayed flight time meant I'd nought left to lose-
I'm sexy sixty, darkly look on tombs.
Blunt rearview mirrors, heady fruity fumes
Of handsoaps white hand dryers hotly ooze,
And turd marked pans accord a hookup cruise-
Installed, one stranger grunts, another grooms.
As blackmailed bachelor, strongarmed to vote
Things antigay, my solace greasy food
Found me constipated, I'd bashful brood,
Of left foot taps beneath stalls took code note.
Queerbasher, pants down, entrapped, recants
His fat foot freed beneath the said stall stance.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 recants
o $10,000,000 negates
o $10,000,000 scrubs

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