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Poems from November 2003
11.02.03
high
preen
claws, grip
single
alone but
welcome
held
ruffle
silk robe
poke holes in strangers as well as loved ones
the vampire researcher is an idiot
he says the goth clubs are cause
join the goth club, give to the goth club
eat a certified goth club member only
view goth club favorite television programs
sing minor, laugh at the funerals rolling
wait, we need to learn to sing
while Scottish goth golf links
saxonphone, hydroxyphone, hole in face,
88’s by roll, bass fishin’
cold fusion, ride another’s wake
so steal from the life
another is having
when
you
join the lower case goth depreciation society
no caps
a simple goth, a puller of a flower
not ready, sees beauty
silver, turquoise, anonymous
markings left behind,
a pretty sharp
~
11.03.03
happy sunday poem
woke my dog
laying on his back
like a bat wing glider
masturbating against the thin air
his altitude thick
the atmosphere in room dissolved
cat was curious but non chalant
so sleep became order of day
that and being fucked by a stranger
met on the internet
here in my home
pointing at the ceiling
it's cracks
~
11.03.03
a real person
come to me
display your bones
hold out a carpet
a welcome tradition
mat
i will add to my subtractions
before arriving
into your full all ready arms
those pair of flesh circle
me, my trunk, my way down
~
11.07.03
nothing like a good hang
does it matter, the strength of this wire hanger
3/16 inch of hollow steel tube meant for winter sweater
but slung below threadbare commemorative t-shirt
soon rag?
does it matter the cold of winter is not like the feeling
looking over at sneers and snit though chilly?
on day of parade on a holiday that is exactly the way
meant
for roads that built and build for the march
the bands and A-plus routine that is patriotic.
the wire hanger distorts the contours of soft and fuzzy
sweater all
over,
again the natural shape of my human shoulders overcome
this abomination and snit
when I smoked, snit spat to the earth made good points
of extinguish.
~
11.09.03
slump
scanty claddy
wand twixt folds
penumbra next umbra
totality, missing probe
crux of sloped surface
back bone
painted
length of limb
inner, the object
bliss and heat
melting emotions merge
our lava flow
~
11.10.03
cut rock
the geodes, shot glass’
holding perspiration
scraped from skin
during penetration long
held off
pure want
fire
humid
collapse
~
11.10.03
Cowgirl
three dimension thought
whirled, whorled
suddenly snapped expected
still surprise, calm shock
completely naked ‘sept
straw hat and brown
black bottomed boot
attitude
~
11.11.03
crew
our firm grips
match
you won’t drop
without intent
our duty
is your indulgence
crawl or stay between,
gentle lady
we drink you
scavenge your desire
propose you arch
at your own grace
gravity feed us
we lift you
have us cruel,
rough magic,
prurient street cocks
bought and paid for
pin point strikers
our rumor is true,
are you?
11.13.03
~
poem building
on the verge of a poem
like standing before a dunking
in ice cold 7UP
not making sense
my brain is a jerk
my legs are jealous
and my shoulder blades
are on timeout
sitting on chairs next to the poppy colored refrigerator
the reverse twins wear dunce caps
having no mouths and sharing one brain
the shoulders imagine what funny faces
they would make at the buttocks
11.16.03
~
'tionary thinx
attended by good
affording a favorable
wrong
skin
to skin
that thing we do
late too early
splitting hairs
so let, so let
olive self professed
taking
in deep
~
11.16.03
mid november
perspicacious, not shrewd
his adore of able arms
shows
their scandal is truncated
by cleverness
sheer beauty
calculated nuance
they shaved as one
a touching risk
blood mask, ripe legs
he ponders, she looks long
down nose complete with flare
he dips and sways
she permits his explore
~
11.16.03
caveman and woman
bone home-
would kill one who
stacked three flat
pancake granites
the birth of religious bigotry
born before religion
collecting bones-
possessions slope up rock walls
no fire yet, cold dinner
same as leftovers, less flies
visitors BYO slump
scurrilous side glance
hunch
bone stone-
they won’t know
what
when it happens tomorrow
the round rock, the sparks
a hole of flint and sulfur
farts before progress
bone love-
she begs with a slap
he replies with the first
bone poem
far from onesies twosies
this milky way night, round hole
round peg
~
11.16.03
funked I
Ruby is jealous
her whirl
our skirting
I, She
twirl
singular
the deep bass
no piccolo
our chests only
11.16.03
funked II
making love
create a beat
deep
shut up world
be silent
night mute
the couple of lights
that blend make pure blue
a never extinguish kinda thang
~
11.16.03
citrus
I enter the room sheepishly
the man marooned, car dead, came last night
for rescue him and his child and Scottish wife
all a kilter
seams akimbo
we dance and sing
now danced and sang
bruises marks and scuff
being used
use me, put my face in it
his idea of phun
gotta jump?
the little girl
a ghost was
most congenial
she had history/legend
Scottish Wife was svelte
smooth and every organ
looked away
taste of Lime Peel
brighten day and rescue
the smart engine with plug
went them on their way
small and wife waved out rear window
he nodded into mirror
miles down
~~~~~~
now look
the blood stains only start at
dawn,
the maim and suck started mid day on the
what you call mid month
Nova Member
Ms She?
coffee please and I know you do not do that,
strap up and pray, sing in low voice till later,
I need your illustrations, your grace~
down in the basement
cobwebs
juice of spider
flies of occasion
nesting bat youth
with tattooed bicepual
thighs
”here, suck on this, it’s oxygen and it’s tube is brown for
dirt, like in your garden, in your back seat, your mind and BTW, in cyber
speak, there are many things… have you noticed? Okay, we need to save our
lives. Hand me that strap. Hum a tune. Cuddle is fine. Hand me that strap and
some fine.
Some fine.
Down into the deep dark we crawl. Damp and creepy. My long
ears itch. Your noise is welcome. Give me the drill, please. You are so
seductive in this
deep
cave
light”
two ears long
listeners of all wave
lengths horizontal
whiskers
~
it’s over,
bunny saunters left
a red wine, cold guns and bullets
just a sip that lasts
all a day
all a day
his kiss is obvious
~
11.17.03
fiery
art of heart with wings
nothing left but good bye
small heat becomes great
tinder and flame
~
11.16.03
like know
love and celebrity
don’t consider us
we are pretty
we are as sad
orgasmic
love a celebrity
consider us
we aren’t pretty
sad is
orgasmic
~
11.17.03
how can I?
not next to you
not near to
no smell of you
your arms
your fancy kick
oh wish and held
a pole for rubbing
making shiny
penny rubbing tunes
ruby runes
let me
have me back
~
11.20.03
Hotel
check in, turn on the radio
set alarm
go to reception
return full of appetizer
log on laptop to house system
take a photo sitting on bed
think about special
curl my lips in the mirror
flex and marvel
consider bath without bubble juice
look at tub again
there must be three whirlpools here
I don’t relish running down halls
from cruel children making fun
of my bruised chicken legs
in the wet there are swirls
vortexes because hand waves
I love and drift with them
take a photo run
to tub and plunk
all pink and giggles like a real man
the popcorn is pre orange
it smells like a painted snack
tastes like heaven
a mistaken swipe
of a hotel room key card
her mistake, Val from Dave’s agency
she says sorry,
I forget her name
Bev is not right, she switches on TV (loud)
this place is like a tunnel with a view
roses on lone length, imitation pleats on the other
one could stumble in the dark and end up wedged
Arms folded,
legs crossed hours before sleep
doing a good job of cutting off circulation
one of those bumpy Midwest
ceilings, halfway to Superior,
words in the Dell this night
~
11.22.03
five little stars
we run up
down the Ave.
dive to scoop ditch
spectral with finish
grinning beginning
wagging tails
slurring vision
in night, because of night
the heirs of night
and attitude
whom have
full light, new night
owning big huge
many million candles
occupy at last
lastly:
just us ditch sprites
so longer, never ending
in earthly dirt
or universal dust lasting
dance, reflect, genuflect
reject and move the spirit
upon wheels of ether and fire
~
11.22.03
recall
temptation
heat felt pulse
wrist, ankle, knee
spot below ear
and memory
maybe never before
eager entry
sluggish retreat
sate recollection
~
11.22.03
Dog Hotel
dogs in berets
smoking long cigarettes
dashing hash ash upon plush carpets
of connoisseurs
they beat with all fours
a tinkle, a sprinkle
a full load of howler
a call for more sours
black velvet collar steps
like non other
she is not as sheep……
…ish as she façades
my dream ends there
my want ends never
dogs are not people
people are dogs
~
11.23.03
nourishment
holding down the “enter” key
has it’s way with ideas
cold shock, like my way of hiding
from the most best lady
just make her scroll way up
what a climb down that will be
the ladder that only exists
in clouds
in cartoons
just imagine
her silk parachute
lands her in striking distance
but rosy cheeked and full
of jack spice her wish to poke
more holes in me comes true
we push we shove
I hard butt down so she
hands me
the welcome of power
we share breakfast
eggs with tuna
her and I eat as well
-eggs and tuna
-eggs and tuna
-they shine and gloat
-pick each other
-remove each others shell
-hide and scales
-so we bipeds may be fed
-they deceive us
-it’s not the same we eat
-they dance and frolic
-tango, disco, bar room quarter plugging
-system sexy prance and nickel chasing dime
-they seem to always tongue in rhyme
-in dark corner, Sergeant Bunny senses crime
~
11.23.03
asking
blindfolded
asking for it
fully dressed
sheath enclosed
cocoon skinned
twenty zippers
to mount, all fabric
that squeaks
many more seals to breach
this is THE hunger worth
pursuit
~
11.23.03
Cat Hotel
she lusters where others prowl or skirt
near bodies of deep
chaise arm sprawled
svelte, olive
clad black
low nocturne whisper
from away down
narrow hall of doors
windows fog
tangled tossed sheets
fur rubbed all ways
lipstick, nails
charcoal gray
scratching
marred for passion
he begs more for more
gentle, clutch or rough
and tell
a rusty hinge,
a bent screw
at the Cat Hotel
Ruby purrs
she licks her own
paw, flicks her
long visible silvers
for his attention
her glint, her sheen
his swan
~
11.27.03
regime
early morn
unsleeping
not asking
just lizarding
training tongue
movement of tail
hip to border back
to hip to edge
back to edge again
brinking rim
off to the south my flutter flies
a cool landing in moss
gentle breeze
warm wetlands
nourishment of all life and limbs
inner space
the place inside
head where notion dwells
weaves and quilts
geometric designs on you
11.27.03
body
the full substance
the meat and tender
well to warn blades
of grass and leaves
and stones they
shall
crush and be ground
down a slope gentle
to rush, more flow
than churn
to field edge and meander
~
11.27.03
commutation
wave lengths
set the distance between
my lover’s sharp heels
and the base
of her dimpled spine
the cracks at our grimace
show
light from friction
heat radiant
pearl flow recurring
minute blue sparks that tickle
cause us melt, re-thicken
~
11.28.03
for beauty
acute pattern of ripples
chase schooner swift
of Port A cutting
to Port B with cargo
meant for draping,
wrapping,
cinching
pulling intimate to pier
Captain calls ahoy
to lay abouts
to fetch his dear,
for his fruits of
charm and anklets
silver beam will grace
her smooth and mound
flutes, hand drums and whistlers
follow her skirts
as she moves not
stepping but swanlike
to the wharf and her single
gift of ten fingered adore,
his bow is pert and lingers
her curtsy signals an hour
of gaze, full embrace
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