April 2010
102 posts
Just making love—to fuck.
Insanely—
And to know it doesn’t stop
nothing stops—my mind—my vision.
Leaves bud
grow—go brown
and fall to the ground.
The sea—a deep blue keeps turning
the stars shine—the sun rolls and
the earth moves around it—
And sperm doesn’t stop
it just goes on for ever—
like pollen blowing in the wind...
March 2010
117 posts
1 tag
Heat
Here in the electric dusk your naked lover
tips the glass high and the ice cubes fall against her teeth.
It’s beautiful Susan, her hair sticky with gin,
Our Lady of Wet Glass-Rings on the Album Cover,
streaming with hatred in the heat
as the record falls and the snake-band chords begin
to break like terrible news from the Rolling Stones,
and such a last...
Sam Cooke, Danny Boy
The man, the man, the man.
Like musical instruments
Abandoned in a field
The parts of your feelings
Are starting to know a quiet
The pure conversion of your
Life into art seems destined
Never to occur
You don’t mind
You feel spiritual and alert
As the air must feel
Turning into sky aloft and blue
You feel like
You’ll never feel like touching...
“By relating itself to its own self and by willing to be itself, the self is...”
– Soren Kierkegaard
