screaming at low volumes
jgtaylor there had been a party for the Suicide Queen and we all dressed up. Mid way through, I saw a french maid; I stuck my hand up her dress. payed no attention to the panties. Her cunt was soft. I got another drink and another and another. Glasses broke and fires burnt. I’d been hard … Read moreSuicide Queen
Ok, I’ve not got an economics degree, but I’m fairly confident I’m smarter than this guy: Douglas Duncan, the chief economist for the Mortgage Bankers, said the rates would probably rise further for much of this year as house prices fall further and banks and investors remain unwilling to lend and buy mortgage securities. “We … Read moreSlowing Economy?
You stood there, Blooming from a Ming Dynasty vase, setting on the solid column, curving in the most appealing Architecture topped with such a vivid crown that I loose a jerk and the hairs split my skin to attention, where the ornate vase rises in the most gentle arch of desire, climbing up until it … Read moreMing Vases & Mad Gods
she only loves me when she’s drunk. a thought that she might have ignored comes to life as I’m adored with each new sip from the highball glass. and there, she presents her ass as the lioness will do from time to time; it suits her, as far as I can tell, just fine. she … Read moreInebriated by Love
This is a poem I submitted to “Borderlands:Texas Poetry Review” who summarily rejected it. I thought it was pretty good, myself – kind of portraying a border town. I’m not sure what they didn’t like about it, but it’s OK – I’ve never bought their magazine and so what the hell; they can do whatever … Read moreBorder Town
we finished off the wine,smoked another joint,then I went for the whiskey.she took some pills from her pursepopped them in,asked for water afterwards.I fell on the way to the kitchen.She asked if I could fuck her;”Another time, perhaps” i told her,”there’s still some booze,besides, you look too sad to fuck.”When the sun came up,the blood … Read moreDrinking to Forget
the petals of every flower that has ever been, the rose, the tulip, the wild dandelion; none of these will ever wrest my heart from your hold. the light of every full moon, blue and red will not shine brighter than that which beams from your eyes. These days of happiness are but tokens for … Read moreyou
Nader says he will run – are we complicit in the failed 2 party system if we *don’t* vote our conscience? Have we any room to bitch when we say to ourselves that we are willing to settle for less than we actually *need*? I don’t know – something to think about.
So, here’s this guy, Hamdan. The Army says he drove Osama bin Laden around Afghanistan. He’s somewhat famous because of his challenges to the Military … um, arbitrary imprisonment, I guess you could call it. Here’s my problem with this whole thing – the point man for prosecution, the “Most Wanted”, the dangerous and villainous … Read morehe *may* have driven a car
Tell me supple tree, do you miss your leaves? And you, sad grey cloud, do you desire the ground so much that you would throw your self down? Sullen tree, tell me – how do you live the winter through without your tender leaves? how do you avoid the death from so many empty eaves? … Read moreveterans of love