Its a bit odd to be looking at ten and twelve year old poems in these journal entries. The guy that wrote them doesn't exist anymore. There are lots of the things, I wrote three a week for live reading at the "five o" for what seems like a long time, but couldn't have been more than a year.. The stuff is historical, the fight...
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Wave
Darling, I am growing older.
I have grown hungry, and lean,
the wolf in the lamb's fold.
Where were you last night when I suffered
the assault of that mass of tender young bodies?
Where were you when I needed you.
I am dancing all the flesh off my bones.
Dancing to music that gives me waking nightmares:
giant electric penises, flaming tribal drums....
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Darling, I am growing older.
I have grown hungry, and lean,
the wolf in the lamb's fold.
Where were you last night when I suffered
the assault of that mass of tender young bodies?
Where were you when I needed you.
I am dancing all the flesh off my bones.
Dancing to music that gives me waking nightmares:
giant electric penises, flaming tribal drums....
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And one more.
Carny
The lights are bright on the midway.
There is a thrum of human voices,
the banter of the barker guessing weights.
A fair haired girl yodles Whitney Houston at the karioke.
The air is laden with the scent of onions: grilled, french fried, chopped raw.
As you walk, you strive to be wary of sneak thieves.
In the last tent, you...
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Carny
The lights are bright on the midway.
There is a thrum of human voices,
the banter of the barker guessing weights.
A fair haired girl yodles Whitney Houston at the karioke.
The air is laden with the scent of onions: grilled, french fried, chopped raw.
As you walk, you strive to be wary of sneak thieves.
In the last tent, you...
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I feel I should put something in these empty spaces.
Fish
I
It is good to sit in the kitchen with her,
she puts butter on my bread.
II
I go to her job, she sees me,
and makes the welcome smile.
She laughs,
she pantomimes abandon like a child.
It is nice to be near her,
among the racks of synthetic lingerie.
III
We...
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Fish
I
It is good to sit in the kitchen with her,
she puts butter on my bread.
II
I go to her job, she sees me,
and makes the welcome smile.
She laughs,
she pantomimes abandon like a child.
It is nice to be near her,
among the racks of synthetic lingerie.
III
We...
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Beware,
Beware Cupid, he comes
and oh , how his arrows are sharp.
Beware Cupid, he comes
and oh , how his arrows are sharp.
For Valentines Day:
Idyll's Song
Take this cup and drink.
It is the nectar of the white lotus,
and Oh! It is sweet.
Take this cup and drink,
then we will wade out together
into the bath of her milky flame.
Oh, yes. We will get holy drunk,
We will get holy drunk,
then we will cleanse ourselves
in these honeyed waters.
Take this cup...
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Idyll's Song
Take this cup and drink.
It is the nectar of the white lotus,
and Oh! It is sweet.
Take this cup and drink,
then we will wade out together
into the bath of her milky flame.
Oh, yes. We will get holy drunk,
We will get holy drunk,
then we will cleanse ourselves
in these honeyed waters.
Take this cup...
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So much nudity and so little eroticism.
mervin:
And then of course there is Texas where apparently everyone is hot and bothered.
[Edited on Oct 28, 2004 5:02AM]
[Edited on Oct 28, 2004 5:02AM]
paz:
haha well thank you. sometimes i put thigns like that in my dating profile, journal, info and i crack myself up so bad and then wonder if anyone else will think its funny. good thing someone else did there...
SG is a revelation, sort of :
For the susceptible, the feminine is inherently attractive. It becomes more apparent in SG. Some women regardless of how you pierce them paint them or dye them will be cute or beautiful or something, maybe female archetypical, something remarkable; at least worth forty-eight dollars a year, Ya think?
For the susceptible, the feminine is inherently attractive. It becomes more apparent in SG. Some women regardless of how you pierce them paint them or dye them will be cute or beautiful or something, maybe female archetypical, something remarkable; at least worth forty-eight dollars a year, Ya think?