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 [...]
“Notes from a Dirty Old Woman”
I was not going to participate in this month post, and in a way I still am not, but then the topic reminded me of a poem I posted in the past from my sexy library co-worker, we call her Big Kat. Here is her rendition of a “sweet sensation.” Side note, Big Kat is [...]
conclusion
crawling craving pervade the air split and fragment like morning light creeping in destroying the night where on my hands and knees I reached for more to fill these empty voids each stretch and pull yank and reach left me with more to drink recede and cease to exist You and I evaporate
winter
what stays in the middle keeps me caged pride fucks with me waves of anonymity wash her personality away who needs it anyway? opportunistic voices magnificent obsessions are the material of solitude wordless arguments fly about
Eight Line Poem in Nine Lines
a simple matter of literary warrant justification on the basis of literature desirable levels of specificity the hierarchy of love crushes spirit design based on assumption My natural language lost in Your controlled vocabulary drinking greedily from Your fountain thirst quenches My consumption spilling onto my palate
code
the word pussy appropriates art and penetrates love fucks with men who fuck with her back the eternal search of a hopeless romantic who confuses cock for love devouring every inch until the haze of night becomes the dawn of shame this is not the man i love –is there such a thing? romanticism of [...]
yeild
threats of potential permanent disorientation agency of manufactured fictional living she talks with her hands–as if the gestures will make him understand looking down–walking another long corridor transporting my running heart a mind full of agitated leaves Autumn of a place I no longer live dusk turned the clouds rolling black Is it magnetism or [...]
demythologizing
the muff diver the cock sucker the true men that hate true women then– demythologize the point when love chokes them both lament penetrates the night you left me tied to your bed racing visually panting soft moans released in disappointment voids left unfilled longing leaked out–staining the sheets books we read scattered along the [...]
photoplay
deceptive like springtime most passionate of street scenes I caress, ogle– snap my shutter photographic memories of love snatch time beats methodically moment to moment fast living captured in slow motion examine my landscape my ridges—hills—mountains You move me with assertion—commitment—proof fill my void, fuck my architecture word thief with stolen heart deconstruct my language [...]
