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Love Letter From Hillary Clinton To Plod The Space Alien

by Phillip T. Nails

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Recorded live at 11:11 Studios.

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Love Letter From Hillary Clinton To Plod The Space Alien
dedicated to B.L. Kennedy

(It was reported in the Weekly World News that Hillary Clinton and Plod the space alien had been caught in a love-affair. This is a love letter from Hillary to Plod.)

I speak a bastard
love language.
Spiritually I can’t afford
to go out quietly.
I’m not banking on hell
to keep me in line.

E.T.’s titties softer
than any McD’s fed,
Ex-prez, jog’n pussy junky.

I love your
thousand-light-year stare
into my neglected thighs.
Somehow you recognize
the power within my
orgasmic soul,
bringing it forth
like no being ever has.

With you it’s just different.
Like post WTC
New York City,
my body is changed
for the grander,
for the fantastic,
for the spectacular.

When your smooth
nail-less fingers reach out
to me in this
mathematical theorem
you call
night,
I shiver.
Like the first time
I ever saw Sali Silva’s
panties fall from her
college locker
I knew she had
thick talking bush
and ironically today
your surpassing smoothness
brings my womanhood to
tears.

As I smear this hot love
over you mind,
I know the universe can
be at peace,
more so, even, than my
idealistic Bill
‘cause I’ve seen
the universe get it on
and I have known
out of this world bliss
out of this world bursts
from your “male” body.

O how small I feel with
these earth words
when I stroke your feet
in a post nirvana stupor.

Lay me out
as flat as your mother-ship
I am twice as fast.

Baby, I can beam light
and would gladly
give up the food
give up the office
give up this earth
for one more ride
to the edge of you and your
dream-speak.

My milky-way is
undulating in the secrecy
and terrified in the cold.

If they found us
If…they found out about us…
I wouldn’t care.
I wouldn’t care.
I wouldn’t care.

You came
a billion miles
through the light
and found me
vulnerable.

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released October 12, 2015
Poem & Performance by Phillip T. Nails. Sound by Daniel DeMento. Producer is Carly DeMento.

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Phillip T. Nails Los Angeles, California

Phillip T. Nails’ poetry explodes off the page into your psyche. A performance poet born at the base of Mt. Diablo and hailing from California’s capitol Sacramento, where the Delta churns. His poetic instincts are steeped in sex and politics & his style flows from Beat poetics, border crossing performance artists and activist actors. ... more

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