Monday, February 8, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
1939
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace;
I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee.
I said his heaven would be only half alive;
and he said mine would be drunk:
I said I should fall asleep in his;
and he said he could not breathe in mine..."
- Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights, Ch. 24
I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee.
I said his heaven would be only half alive;
and he said mine would be drunk:
I said I should fall asleep in his;
and he said he could not breathe in mine..."
- Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights, Ch. 24
Monday, January 18, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
To ere is human
Ah this frivolous posture and screen fix we call life
Can send me diving into a well of wish wash old garments.
My wild over examinations on human concept of interaction,
can send me head first to roast and crack my skull
like the head of a succulent mythical beast.
Who could ever wish to endure such gargantous passion
that implodes and eventually does explode
in your hands, mouth, or teats.
[Scoffs]

"To ere is human, to forgive divine"
-Alexander Pope
Can send me diving into a well of wish wash old garments.
My wild over examinations on human concept of interaction,
can send me head first to roast and crack my skull
like the head of a succulent mythical beast.
Who could ever wish to endure such gargantous passion
that implodes and eventually does explode
in your hands, mouth, or teats.
[Scoffs]
"To ere is human, to forgive divine"
-Alexander Pope
Saturday, January 2, 2010
La vie Parisienne
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Una Noche: Part Deux
Our story was lost somewhere and we know that..
or much to the effect, I swell to know...
what now?
the tangent of dreams, the soft cool touch of skin
is there more to the taste of me, for men?
Wine stained lips swing and sway some...Memory
Through the daze gardens we dwell in muck
we touch the rain dew leaves, and squint
at the seaming glitter of the birthing sun
and we strip our heavy clothes off....
oh what season, what perfect reason and view for a fuck
or much to the effect, I swell to know...
what now?
the tangent of dreams, the soft cool touch of skin
is there more to the taste of me, for men?
Wine stained lips swing and sway some...Memory
Through the daze gardens we dwell in muck
we touch the rain dew leaves, and squint
at the seaming glitter of the birthing sun
and we strip our heavy clothes off....
oh what season, what perfect reason and view for a fuck
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Nocturna
The pressures that soften the cage
soft wells of skin
they sink whilst you sleep
Shape of your structure
the skeletal ardor
corrects the idea of perfection
prefer the status of an idol...
to always love you
As prayers do plead
120 days I ask
a beautiful arch, an invitation
for the arms of the lost
illicit, forbidden
we have our reasons
soft wells of skin
they sink whilst you sleep
Shape of your structure
the skeletal ardor
corrects the idea of perfection
prefer the status of an idol...
to always love you
As prayers do plead
120 days I ask
a beautiful arch, an invitation
for the arms of the lost
illicit, forbidden
we have our reasons
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