summer
More Cadavre Exquis Web 2.0/Tag Cloud poetry. Summer longing loved drive cumming dick– running blow face camera– rock dripping in wetness work began– tight slick behavior blood artist liquid lusty summer job white process–trunk the librarian put power heartache slit sexual late touch post ready fire experience entire mornings
National Poetry Month : Preservation
I love April, I love fools, I married on this day–of course it didn’t last, but damned if we didn’t think it would. It is also National Poetry Month, so to kick it off; one small poem. systematic control of my dark archive configure your way submission to my producer consumed by my consumer virtual [...]
Adorno, Horkheimer and Kracauer
The last thing before the last. Vanishing in a History of my own making. Staring at things no one can see. A ferocious Philosophy converts me to memory. Express forth with much force. Without? Words flow unheard.
breath
give me breath– breathing the rise and the fall of the belly just keep breathing longing comes in waves ebb and flow the pull of the moon the scent between my legs draw of a curtain inhale at my needy cunt walls break down know you–know me struggle theory of the mind disappears– with each [...]
miles between
someday it will all be smooth as Rhapsody someday it will all be different stand-up bass sounds off into the night back ground loneliness changes my mind I just wanna change my mind like so many times before I cannot look back track the lack of contact map the loss create a legend Northeast Southwest [...]
cut and paste
nonlinear deformation my wrecking yard rebuild beautiful smut infinite filth transform want ingredients earth and bone architecture cheaper than a dollar bill should we pretend? layers run layers run
amendments to love
I mentioned the other day that love is not as easy as sex–I would like to amend this statement. Love is easy, I fall in love all the time, daily even. Because love can come easily, and while it may not be that love some think of, that… I want to marry you, have your [...]
down
relying heavily on words—that will somehow link tie bind connect Me to You oblige Me–and I you power shifts grab Your gear smoldering blaze oozes from my thighs hook Your chain bonds fixed and fluids mixed drive it home lacerate me with your bone forced plummet scathe past lips parted in foreseen ambitions
fugitive
fraudulent lifestyle my symbols of value become values of symbol inherent vice the words of me as woman painted bird roaming animal child there has been a suspension of wisdom my literature has gone fugitive as my sex seeks its desire
fucking fast
dissemination of a whimpering mess give me whiplash another cheap Saturday night as I tried to burn down the distance between us ass up for your viewing pleasure he had me spread without debate anyway— Fuck it! it’s a fast fucking love story mind fucks mouth fucks cunt fucks full fucked throttle a fast– mother [...]
