The stained lips of luxury And of beauty, indeed, of yes yes yes I can forgive all: I can forgive any Lies, enchantments, When those lips are stained With the bruises of your glass.
euphoria foam and glorious chaos sweeps me up in sweet desire and release i am lost and dissolved and tiny tiny tiny millions of stars eufoamia, sweep and scatter me I am an ant nest of excitement a coral spawn of joy butterfly cluster of ecstasy I swarm and whirl and the air whistles over [...]
I bumped the candle reaching for my glass and it wobbled and sprayed wax across the white soft wrist and set in hard pink droplets and you thought I must have been in pain and I was so I did it again. The wrist went pink and red and I peeled away the wax to [...]
We stayed in a cabin, rustic meaning shaby and fell into the kind of sex that comes when you need to generate heat, meaning love. The cockatoos picked at the flyscreens and shrieked at us but did not fly. We walked tracks and found them green and silver; we saw the city and found it [...]
Tadpole kick and whip; Tadpole tail squirm; Lushly housed in caviar; Black and beating sperm. Break down the gel; Break through the sac; Push away the rich soft cell; And to the chill stream take; Surrender the given; Surrender to chaotic pull; Learn the art of turbulence; Grow quick strong and full; Tadpole kick and [...]
I delight in used birds’ nests, Discarded cicadas Anthills and dropped wasps’ paper combs. A lone feather discarded and left on the lawn. A tuft of wool on the sharp fence torn. I love river round rocks, And stones with shards of quartz; The smooth dry fishbones on the beach, And broken crab claws. I, [...]
Poor punctuation does not a poet make, Nor clay-stained fingers a sculptor; Metaphors are not always literature, Critics and authors may both mistake. So though I grasp both sonnet and rhyme, I cannot thus claim fellowship With lofty scribes or howling bards And voices that transcend time. And I haven’t found any thumbprint divine Neither [...]
She was appalled by the sunset: It meant the end of working hours, Time to down-tools, up-toes, settle in, Rest, commune, restore, repower. But how, doing so, would she show Just how useful she could be? How was she to prove to all Her presence necessary? And so she came to dread the close Of [...]
I wondered, lonely as a n00b that floats upon the interface and worried o’er the many risks that riddle the perilous intertubes. (posted from emacs)
