Posted 12:00 AM by Brian McCloskey
NOVEMBER 2007
And why would you put on pantyhose and panties all in one if you're camping in Arizona? It happened in a toilet in Canada. Everybody eats berries. I can use all the excuses to wear pantyhose and tights that I can find. It is quick, slow, open, secret, crammed with jokes, prayers. We are sometimes stopped by a wasp. I got here the same way the coin did. I am seeking only the approval of the poem. The rest is only love, for which I remain an idiot. In the begonia was the worm. And now I lie beside her, touching her hair. As the ocean makes grasses, and in doing so refurbishes a lighthouse. Yes, ladies, please wear tights of any kind at all times. Don't forget to wear your tights too. And bees like little bibles in their black and gold. Please have a fun time with this strawberry gummy. He was an unknown man, singing in his own room, alone. The hippopotamus walked in the room. There is something to say about a girl that wears fishnets under her jeans. Hungarian stew that comes back to haunt you. You also have the common stockings, pantyhose and tights. A constant source of erotic delight and occasional pneumonia. How many pancakes does it take to build a dog? I adore wearing skirts and dresses. Housewife seeks taxidermist for weird life. You can throw anything on over tights and boots and look pulled together. I have good legs, but pantyhose makes them look better. Have a midget come over with a sledgehammer. She did not know if this would resuscitate him or end him. They all sat laughing in the little red wagon.

Posted 12:00 AM by Brian McCloskey
OCTOBER 2007
Waves fold behind villages. The wall is strong but a stone fell out of the wall. I can't believe your head exploded. Modern version without exploding rhino. You testify to wolves inhabiting your bones at night. The whole outfit is just an excuse for me to wear white tights in public. Quiet water and loud water. This is the moment when bliss it what you glimpse. It was a pretty good trench, though. I write for dead people. The dog barks at midnight. Then we're like the earth before the equator was invented. And the lampshades entailed certain rights. A lady's face floated over the silver and the food. I'm a girl, and only girls wear skirts. I remember my mother blindfolding me a lot. She struggles to summon a river out of limestone. I am a stubborn priest, who knows himself. The fabric is shimmery and picks up light well. Over whose hips was she pulling the flimsy black costume? I'm chasing perfection. They put a party on and waited for the sunlight to recall. And of treasure beyond any hieroglyphic accounting. Take them to the funeral home. Why does she get to have cute knees? I mean, I mean and that is not what I mean. These tights are perfect. Be not attracted towards the dull blue light. I have a wide stance. For what they now call the beauty of crinolines. Basically, pantyhose must be worn every day.

Posted 12:00 AM by Brian McCloskey
SEPTEMBER 2007
I don't want your dirty denominators. And the various buildings they lived in. I only own my dirty thoughts and this story. Now it is September and the web is woven. Blue golden green their throats and breasts. Body candescent from a secret heat, loosening her robe to partake of passing breezes. He came walking in and said it had accidentally gobbled up his sister's pantyhose. I am getting a new dress tomorrow, perhaps I shall send for you. Once there were ramps, stairways, lights, odd sounds. He will stroll and cross the widest street in Ireland. This is no longer the shaft of my thumb. Of this season nothing will remain but the sex. The water stone children wait to be born. Attach an old nylon to the end of the hose with a rubber band, then wave the hose over the area. But you are neither an elephant nor a television. Translucent tights cast shapely shadows. I have sobbed in certain familiar attics. Throw a crowbar to the old woman. Opaque tights also will update any dress with safe pumps. There's a frayed edge for you. They're watching some elephant dancing. Until you drift and I am at last the one you dream of. You will be green again, again and again. It is a hard responsibility to be a stranger. It is posed whimsically. Hungarian workmen give their blood. Number of models who wore short shorts over black tights with heels: 6, including me. And if I forget, the grass will forget. And draw attention to your legs, especially when worn with tights. Maybe the pandas are a novel metaphor for something.

Posted 12:00 AM by Brian McCloskey
AUGUST 2007
We might as well have sex here, on and on. I'd love to be wearing tights right now. The iguana will bite those who do not dream. The earth is there for you to talk to and let go of your balls on. Black tights look so cool, I'm planning on wearing them a lot. You can never go wrong with your trusty black tights. Silk undergarments are light, warm, and feel good on one's skin. Will wear all year with tights and platforms! Tights are a kind of fabric that covers the leg tightly. And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten. Opaque tights (plain or textured); gloves for ladylike glamour. His arm fell off again. I love talking with the flight attendants. (The boulders unmindful), a kestrel hovered. We feel the machine slipping from our hands. Do you play the tuba? Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a yellow metal. There are not enough words for sadness. Put down the hammer. Clearly the song will have to wait. I’m basically in love with tights. I am male and I wear tights (pantyhose) regularly. A considerable portion of flesh was visible beneath the elastic strap that held her stocking. Does it weigh more than a duck? He went into another store and bought a dress, some lingerie and stockings. Tights look exactly like pantyhose, but they’re not made of nylon. When you sip tea, sip tea. The answer almost always involves tights. Some with music seek my pleasure. Imagine now and sing. But the voice of the wind I could understand.

Posted 12:00 AM by Brian McCloskey
JULY 2007
Which describes the world, to be in the Sweden. Seeing three swans in this versus four in that. I shrugged on my prettiest face and the shirt I wear. I want to turn for a moment to those my heart loves. I'm forbidden to writhe or crawl. It was clear this is no portable pig. Without and radiation always someone more dangerous? Your own voice complicates powerful. One can panic only in passing fear of focus. There is a deep feeling that the picture is not beautiful. What made me feel watched in the naked field? Every woman should have a black lace bra. I came to their curve but could not find them. Why do so many Mormons have trampolines? Everyone is interested in pigeons. My antlers haunted by virginity defoliate the zoo. The night is July, the aura is rain. Everything that's recorded is recorded in the heavens. I glued the wood together so they would adhere. Finding out the meanings of the words forgotten. The arching canes where starlings take cover from foraging cats. Or they can wear women's clothing if necessary. Big crows down from famous mountains. It's like operating on a flamingo. Is he putting on stockings and a garter belt? The fish will get along fine without you. With fewer boundaries, more ideas work. Something falls, a pigeon flies in or you hear a siren. I've always wanted to be kidnapped. Yeti, down there we've got Wednesday. A window that flickered blue, to where my smile grew.

Posted 12:00 AM by Brian McCloskey
JUNE 2007
It began in a foyer of evenings. What games do ferrets like to play? Somewhere music is patient, and meaning. There is a bird we cannot see. My heart is if frozen and nothing seems real. I want animals in one corner of the room and humans in the other corner. Or disappear the trees behind a nomenclature. But as if so, the starlings lifting, unlifting. Brian laughs and everything is right. Hyphen between mute boundaries. And I could see through to the hearts of buildings. And doesn't listen to the guitar's rendition. As you go to sleep the ideas continue. I'll see your ankle swinging. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes. Larger breasts would have required a less acute angle. Swaying in unison beneath the snow. But I prefer the slow process. This monkey could be a cheerleader. A knife to pry open and vinegar to serve. One of the apostles asked about suicides. You danced the ring gracefully, without even crushing your flowered wreath. Attach dogs to almost anything. The shy sat with me, fearful of discovery. What if I told you I did not really believe this to be a poem? Listen, this time I think she's calling your name as well. Eating for her is lusty entertainment. Did I have a hat? Love laughs at a locksmith. Maybe the streets go in circles for reasons.

Posted 12:00 AM by Brian McCloskey
MAY 2007
I write in times of plus and minus. With yellow breast and head of solid gold. Shooting the bed is a bit surreal. Toward something that the world is pointing toward. I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart. The crow will be wrong. The sides of your trousers had a gleam. We can tiptoe through blood. More beautiful than anything in this world. The cogs in your head will concoct the idea that I'm not human. So I shall bind you tight in black elastic. We invented zero. Blows a snow kiss, invisible as they say God is. We live beneath these geese. Let's get dressed up like sex. And the soup would always be different. Rather than words comes the thought of high windows. A bridge holds itself up. Let the skunk out of the trunk. Pillars supporting the gate of paradise! Grotesque and extravagant for timid maids to tremble at. I'm only good at finding cows. Out of the picture of life, as it were, out. The bishop was appalled. I want dark leather seats cool on thigh backs. The arrow indicates the direction of a pig. Unexpectedly vespine stone attack. The ordinary, wide scene which begins. Mimic tentacles, exactly 12, in the dusty air. Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive. He is harsh, dismal, ice - that is, exiled.

Posted 12:00 AM by Brian McCloskey
APRIL 2007
If a song is done really well, the trick works. But wipe a young Corsican, my companion. Military dictators would laugh at extraordinary ceramics. My keyhole blows a gale. The sword has broken over this head. I will spend my days suspended in air. What did his crow sound like? Many girls hear it when they are sleeping. I help carry air from place to place. Lucky the bell—still full and deep of throat. They were right when they said I should have stuck with the monkeys. It's not like I could ever go back to being Brian. Rods, before the unclean. And the plums have mutated and they've got beaks. The woman is not ideal but has two knees. You're the stupid compare essence of vulgarity. Pain makes me wish for thicker skin. A first kiss can occur anywhere. It will look as though I am flying into myself. Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow. Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form. I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along. What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows. Another arrives later with more fireworks and convinces him to wait until night. To reach out into its own vanishing. But like crow I collect the shine of anything beautiful I can find. It doesn't really matter if the piano was really there all along or not! Something is always burning inside of you; it is not terrible to burn. But apparently the two young peach trees were not enough for him. So you can watch me watch uplifted snow.

Posted 12:00 AM by Brian McCloskey
MARCH 2007
The rectangles never free themselves from the forces of gravity. Breeze around the fulcrum. Is it almost honey, is it snow? Your smile warms my heart. In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent. To deck feathers with roaring tumbling fair. Times ticking in order to him, by the trembling withering. The nun trembled as she lifted the girl’s skirt. You extend my range like no one has ever extended it before. Red shoes contain red painted toes. Stale petticoats blossoming through unworn dresses. Swedish girls wear them on their heads to signify the coming of the winter season. I have some bulky rubbish to collect. This was the first time he had slept with the indicator at zero. It's so full of humanity - I could hear petticoats in the hallway. These are the perfect tights for when the weather starts getting warm. Think of your hands getting warm. I'm cold and there are wolves after me. Not just any toothbrush. Don’t think that tights are just for the dead of winter. He had thrown some coins into the piano. She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper. We bought a frog toboggan. Shadow now gracing your musical jaws. Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines. Is there anything as still as sleeping horses? Trampled snow is the only rose. I might have been a window. Jesus loves all fruit except grapefruit. He never even dreams, being sheer snow. Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc.

Posted 12:00 AM by Brian McCloskey
FEBRUARY 2007
That plumber hears the girl crying. We both like sardines. But the nipples took care of me. Three puts in question the idea of one. Don't be so groovy. Apes don't read philosophy. The category of quantity, coat. Reciprocity of correlation does not appear to clothes. What is meant is that these said qualities are clothes. Sitting, yet, when that person has risen, this same opinion. Be my trout. When yellow, and such colours, though qualities, have no contraries. Partly stone, partly the absence of stone. She came to me in the simple dress of love. Don't breathe on the breakout. Moreover, it is a discrete quantity for its rudders. For Socrates has sight is the opposite of Socrates. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey. Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers. Sometimes a woman just needs a man to tell her how beautiful her naked body is. The Danube is crowded with ships loaded with fools going toward a dark place. With silver, and at the east to their flesh. And I shall not die at noon. With gladness the breasts that are written in the bones. What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows. A cat putting on someone else's jacket with its nose. Again, that which is called similar must be similar to which is to be apprehended by knowledge. Snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled.

Posted 12:00 AM by Brian McCloskey
JANUARY 2007
Fire, to his cattle, and suddenly, upon his brethren, in the chief. And I started getting suspicious about short, swarthy women jabbering Spanish. The delayed voyager begging to have her green beans returned. I told him that if the coffins left, something had to replace them. This is the light, the radiance cast by the poetry itself. Needs acknowledgment that information was received and will not be used without expressed consent. My music is my oxygen. The necessity of dancing a minuet. Useless priest can't say mass. Keep looking shocked and slowly move towards the cake. I am more frail than the orchid petals. Follow these by forgetting how to add. The energy leaves the wine. The sexiest thing girls can wear under their skirts. I'm leading a masseur who's carrying my vegetables. And still nobody quite knows what it means. For perception implies a body. Bringing the chain of mothers along with her. Level, rising, falling and entering tone. A purple umbrella, advance seven rooms. My husband is beautiful as a man or a woman, but unbelievably beautiful when he's something in between. Jesus when the land which is a great owl, and. I followed, accordingly, and took off my new hat to her. Whether I am seen or not depends on the movements of a goat. Of course, it's not all attending balls. Honey is called sweet because it contains sweetness. And the slave will remain the same. Am I missing something? Thus, one and the same colour cannot be white and black. And cats are made of glass. Boat cannot be said to find its explanation in the word rudder. That plumber hears the girl crying. We both like sardines.

Posted 12:00 AM by Brian McCloskey
DECEMBER 2006
You're adding a proportionally greater amount of duck. A penguin never forgets. Lick and admire new pairs of pantyhose just delivered from the shop. When the wind blows it lifts the purple material, revealing her black tights. When we kiss and your lips meet mine. The other squid was unaware! All the disillusioned fetishists and their complete collections. Keep watching the skis. Getting your nipples erect is especially good. I open with a virgin. Such bicycle he deemed asynchronous. Most of these are towels. To make them equal we have to double something in the triangle. She had decided that if I wanted to dress like a woman, she was going to make sure I looked good. I am going to have to take beautiful nude women out to dinner more often. Where and when did I get curves? First, these clothes make it easy to think about nice girls. Under her skirt you'll find what a sexy woman is all about. You can get away with shortish skirts especially in winter when paired with tights. He took the fullness that love began. And here's a leg for a stocking. Whales of unused concealed miniatures. Then, through her stockings I kissed and suckled on each of her toes. You should never go in there without a mongoose. I help you into your clothes. Getting your nipples erect is especially good. Beautiful women restraining him with silken caresses. It is typically the western disciplinary clothing decorum that every girl or female has to follow. These are small, but the ones out there are far away. The simplest approach is to avoid traffic until the frost melts. The ditch is nearer.