Asexual Lust
Asexual lust, objectified politely… Can’t you just …? stand around nude a flower in the sun. Sway gently with the breeze or wine… Must you go, this time? and should desire creep over me, Pregnant Pauses will not deliver us a child!
BioGarten
The angst of Murder falls like dust to the floor, if the cause is worthy. The other day, I murdered perhaps 10’s perhaps 100’s – i didn’t even count the lives. i could have been building oil wells, pipelines, or refineries, so long as I believed the cause. But I was only moving manure. A … Read moreBioGarten
Cat Poems
shall we write? he looks at me with his giant eyes, bigger than the sun at noon and the moon rising. dark black pupils, stretching out young arms, back bowed into upside down rainbows… “Fuck it, why not?” “What shall we write about”, I ask? he blinks his eyes slowly, a reminder that he is … Read moreCat Poems
Nothing Left To Say
here again, with nothing to say, nothing in my heart, a stranger in this strange land, immigrant of circumstance. cry out, oh lord, cry out! part the clouds and send your fury, for nothing remains in the ashes of creation – I set the flames to destroy your face, your tears of sunshine stir nothing … Read moreNothing Left To Say
It’s Too Hot To Drink
hello beauty of the lowlands,flower of my homely gutter -i wonder how it is that you have gracedthis parched desert where no god has livedsince Humans rose to walk.i wonder at the scum that seeps out from my teeth,i wonder at the rage that simmers below my balls.what waste it is to have scum in … Read moreIt’s Too Hot To Drink
getting better
its a confusion inside my head, no reason anyone should live this way. it’s a confusion in my brain, got the sickness of 10,000 rains. it’s a fog that folds me inside, it’s a rusty knife – there’s a bad face on the wall, can’t see so well, i just fall. ain’t no winners, ain’t … Read moregetting better
Untitled
i’ve a friend of some years who cries into pillows when no one is looking and wishes for an escape route out of the fire of burning tobacco fields. a good and decent person, she cleans and does laundry and loves like a mountain watching its valley as she prepares simple fare. she wants for … Read moreUntitled
écolier
The visiting hours are over,lying in bed killing time(As if we could kill timewithout injuring eternity – Thoreau)Wondering about saintsand sausages (Moritz)and how having an archbishopin your family might belike having an American Envoyin your family,so that Basel 1,000 years agois Iraq today.A reasonable person would accept thisas proof evolution is not directedor deterministic.Or, one … Read moreécolier
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Some people are neutral, others just ugly. But the neutral intrigues, it demands a judgement that never arrives: it waits for hatred, sits for love, but nothing ever comes. I wonder what morning looks like to the Neutral.
Black Holes
there are those moments when the tears blind … everything becomes a star and the universe hurts. there are those moments when breath will not come … the clouds freeze and die, and nothing moves from fear. i dreamt we were all laughing, arguing over who would make coffee. the smiles and rolling sounds were … Read moreBlack Holes