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Good Morning sexy readers. This is a post from back in the blogger days (forgive the rhyming and purple shade of this prose) — June 27th, 2009– but it has recent context as I have just spent a lovely weekend with this man and his wife. Consider it a prelude to my weekend tale of tail and [...]
Haskell Wexler
It was love….you know? That sweet hot love. We grow stupid so quickly, look for different things in life, and tough shit and fuck you. those subtle human things that we seldom really understand but seek anyway. so human, mortal. but I have a secret. I really am a savior. The lights and the [...]
The end of National Poetry Month
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 [...]
semaphore signals
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…
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 [...]
meditation
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
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 [...]
Surpassing the Body
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 [...]
The Vixen in Her Den
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? [...]
