On the Brink of Orgasm....!!! |
.....a dead man's cup hangs from her lips as she wishes for whistles betweenher legs, I ride the sonic friction of her glance like a charade culminating onthe breeze of a raunchy case of flatulence li...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 08:28:00 GMT |
walking compositions of MIRRORS( double imposition)!!! |
...did you see the mirrors in their eyes..?????!!!sound of raindrops pelting trees in the distance, it seemed.O the images in the mirrors, can they be tuned in unison???when you see others' mirrors, d...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Jan 2009 06:10:00 GMT |
what is this you and I |
...the shadows behind your eyes give way to my intuition,I sit here inside your cage, insecurity like electricity flows through,I feel you out like the lead in a pencil,like the clouds in the space ou...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Jan 2009 05:43:00 GMT |
to rise from Beneath!!! |
the trembling in the chest...a treasure there is beneath the fleshI sometimes wash the angels' wings in mudremembering the priest writhing in beer suds...I ponder memorizing biblical verses...sunday s...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Jan 2009 05:33:00 GMT |
On the Inside(somewherest) |
I sometimes sense that when people look into my two gelatinous eyes
they see those moments when I'm not right up front behind my eyes,
pressed up into the gelatinous surface, gaping out at them,...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Jan 2009 03:02:00 GMT |
RIP Ron Asheton!!!! |
Ron Asheton, the inimitable guitarist of the Stooges, passed away on Jan.6
2009 of an apparent heart-attack!! Godspeed, the rawness.....!!!!
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 10:40:00 GMT |
Our Perseverance Demoted to the... |
.....speckled unfettered dreams come crashing in like all the dreams of past collective,(us), lie swindled and castrated out in the space we shall never come to know....and so I come to taste the freq...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 00:59:00 GMT |
to abscond, or not to abscond....!!??? |
colors intertwine our motions like pollen driven emotions sinking beneath
a moment put upon us for the violence of (his)tory hoodwinked into the sedition
commodified in the name of a fre...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Oct 2008 16:54:00 GMT |
etiquette squatting in the mirror(neither up nor down).... |
the sequence unfolds between all our lambitious tick-tock moments
like some kind of gelatinous weekend left out to dry beneath the loquacious
moonlight(notice how it always seems to be rambling...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 17:05:00 GMT |
babys on the D-train blues |
....my baby climbed aboard the D-train fifteen coaches long, left me pasting
on the tracks; my baby caught the D-train left me buried in a heap of
memorabilia, the light of all our kicks fades into t...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 00:02:00 GMT |
