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  • Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

    The end of National Poetry Month

    Friday, April 29th, 2011

    Photographic Memory



    with a heavy soul
    desires have become memories
    like a photograph I recall seeing
    but not sure where

    your past and mine
    could be like
    the energy of a wave

    like the lines
    on the back of my hand
    the creases in your face

    like a road map
    We never follow
    but keep—just in case

    like the box
    of secrets
    hidden in the back of my closet

    our history like intersections
    crossing in the middle of nowhere
    framed, dissected and hung on the wall
    a silver gelatin camera-eye
    languishing in our death’s-head
    like love–that never happened

    Image by Andrea Chiru

     

     

    semaphore signals

    Tuesday, April 19th, 2011
    powder morning light
    your voice exuberant
    a killing machine 

    low brow rouge piece of shit
    fuck you

    questionable entertainment indeed
    i’m not afraid of the dark
    your long shadows casted

    silent my broken jaw
    witness the relocation
    like the sound of broken glass

    a day in the life of…

    Saturday, April 2nd, 2011

    the freaks and the stinks
    the screaming and the crying
    “help me lady I think I’m dying”
    the freak and the stinks

    “I CAN’T TURN THIS FUCKING TV ON!
    it’s a god damned shame
    can you help me lady, help me–plea..plea.pppleaseee”
    this city with freaks and the stinks

    stale cigarettes hang on the bodies–smoke halos
    hair, clothing stained in disarray
    only 44 minutes into my day
    and god damn it– do I want to run away from

    the freaks and the stinks







    Images by Salford Skyline

    meditation

    Tuesday, March 1st, 2011
    meditation of sound
    break down
    -layers
    -fragments
    -common denominator

    Threads of disconnection
    connecting
    -root
    -splay
    -earth

    Guttural wave from cunt
    wails heartache
    -cry
    -choke
    -fuck me

    other

    Thursday, January 20th, 2011
    the eroticised other– on the outs,
    destined to on-look at my own train-wreck.
    floating high above the pavement I beat
    a strand of spit & cum connect my physical body to my halcyon other.



    the other woman– she, now me. The other of the other.
    virtue has never been my strong suit,
    a romantic catastrophe in noise symphony.
    between skyscrapers the sky peeks, passersby pass by, noise bleats
    your fingers creep between my curves, swollen cleft, winged breath.



    memory fragment of a love I can never keep.
    I become the bride stripped bare who never marries.
    logic consumed as cock does rise–like an addiction between my thighs,
    parts constrained do strain in the space we cannot see, but know is there.


    Surpassing the Body

    Friday, January 7th, 2011
    a life well learned, or is that earned?
    a bleeder by design, a breeder by circumstance
    thrown off my game by words shouted in pain
    living in the gaps between analogy

    the fractured attach
    love and hate in the same glass
    mixtures of blood and cum a code mutation
    a living archive built for use

    our beginning and ending eternally present
    another ferocious pluralist spreads her legs
    swallowing their slow death

    image (Last Kiss) Andrew T Hunt

    The Vixen in Her Den

    Tuesday, January 4th, 2011

    The Vixen in her Den

    By G.D. Rune

    The Vixen in her den
    Ponders women, conjures men.

    For images, she roams the net
    To find the naked, nude, and wet.

    She writes of vixenish affairs–
    Glimpses of her den she bares.

    What image is it that you seek?
    Which image makes your knees go weak?

    Which kind of pose or action will
    Set off the charge and spark the thrill?

    The Vixen knows so many ways
    To sensualize your nights and days

    She knows her women, like her men.
    Behold the Vixen in her den.

    intent

    Monday, December 27th, 2010
    drunken intent kissing
    blaze
    pinched
    tantalized
    blushed

    ride all night into sunrise
    burn
    constrained
    selectivity
    confined

    this core needs more
    splayed
    silken
    gloss
    drips

    notes fade stars fall
    muscle
    rise
    turgid
    lips

    licked to please i aim
    kneel
    fill
    feed
    use

    The Vixen Version.

    Saturday, December 25th, 2010

    ‘Twat the night before Christmas, when all through the roost

    Not a pussy was stirring, but she was still feeling loose;

    My stockings were hung on the towel rack with care,

    In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

    I was just getting nestled all snug in my bed,

    While visions of hard cock danced in my head;

    And me in my fishnets, and corset so tight,

    Had just settled down for a long winter’s night,

    When out on the balcony there arose such a clatter,

    I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

    Away to the window I flew like a flash,

    Tore open the shutters and threw open my sash.

    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

    But a Bentley, and eight muscled  fairy queers,

    With a driver so hot dressed in red,

    I wanted him soon to be in my bed.

    So lively and quick, I know he’s got a big dick,

    I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

    Yes it is true; Santa came for a visit last night, it must, surely, be that time of year.

    Santa just needed a back rub, some love and a bed. Who am I, to deny the big guy in red? I opened the door and let him come in. Took his coat and hat and placed them on the rack. I then proceeded to lay him on his back.

    As I gave Santa his rubbin’ and luvin’ his candy cane began to grow, my eyes filled with wonder at the new rising show. I licked and I sucked with all the care I could spare, I gave him a blow, till he covered my face with a new fallen snow.

    He said “Vixen, your skill is beyond mere words, how may express my good cheer? What is your Christmas wish for the upcoming year?” I thought and thought, and came up with a plan…

    I declared “A man for each night of the week sounds grand!” Santa said with a smile and glint “your wish is fulfilled; your cunt will be filled, each night of the week you see fit for the thrill.”

    Santa walked to the door grabbed me up and said “thanks for the attention doll; your lips are doing you well.” He kissed me one last time…

    But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

    “Merry Christmas Vixen, thanks for doing me right, you suck like pro and keep it up all nite.”

    I have pulled the Christmas classic from the vault to share again this year. Thanks  everyone for another wonderful year here in cyberland! I appreciate my faithful readers, followers and fans more than you can understand.


    Mystic Vixen

    Sunday, December 12th, 2010

    Mystic Vixen
    By G.D. Rune

    The mystic Vixen roams California’s body,
    moving slowly down Sierra snowdrifts
    curved like thighs, delving deftly into dark
    canyons and ravines. She explores brown,
    rounded foothills, finds her way to the
    mysterious Delta where all things seem
    to begin and . . .begin again. From there,
    the luscious Central Valley opens like a secret,
    where one might glimpse the Vixen darting
    among shadows, searching for a golden
    nugget of desire.

    But the mystic Vixen’s
    den is San Francisco, where magic’s always
    made its home, coming from as far away
    as Shasta’s creamy peak, Imperial plain,
    and high plateaus relaxed like tawny bellies.

    So look for the Vixen in San Francisco—there,
    perhaps?—in serene shadows of the Presidio?
    Or there?—near Coit Tower, a phallus in the fog?
    Or—well, the mystic Vixen could be anywhere:
    Alley, bed, bistro, club . . .or library. One never
    Knows when, half fox, half woman, all mystery,
    the Vixen may appear beside the Bay, where
    the sea strokes San Francisco endlessly.

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