[his skin is the color of too many] |
libidohis skin is the color of too manyhours in the sun, but for him,it comes naturally. what he wasborn with, of course. and eyes,half-open, his lips parted inorgasmic reaction. the sexwas mild, but ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Jul 2009 20:27:00 GMT |
[even in fairytales (especially, i should say)] |
mirror, mirror, whos got the biggest of them all?even in fairytales (especially, i should say),the princes have huge penises.would prince charming be so charmingwith a pint-sized cock? could sleeping...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Jul 2009 11:37:00 GMT |
[i want to sleep, said he, and play] |
the patriarchal society of passionate pursuitsi want to sleep, said he, and playpianos until they spark, the keyserupting into shimmers, musicscreaming in the air.i want to cry, said she, and singwhen...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Jul 2009 19:58:00 GMT |
[she's lookin' for the boy with the biggest] |
the big bang theoryshes lookin for the boy with the biggestrocket to fill her outer space, to sendher to the moon -- all fire and zerogravity; she becomes weightlessand screams as the constellations...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jul 2009 16:48:00 GMT |
[when my stomach eats like a horse] |
you are what you eatwhen my stomach eats like a horse,my bowels become a haystack.too prone to fire, but my insidesare still moist and pliable, pinkand pumping blood to the restof the heavenly bodies;...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Jul 2009 12:44:00 GMT |
[she writes with hope] |
what every poet wantsshe writes with hopethe world over will see her poems,to read and absorb and memorizethe verses she creates.not to gain fame and fortune,so people know her name.but that her words...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jun 2009 16:10:00 GMT |
[my tongue runs along the tops] |
tasting nothingmy tongue runs along the topsof my bottom teeth, in the rightcorner, the one with two chips,one on each side -- facing gums,facing throat. bite down. doesnthurt? no. strange sensation,...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jun 2009 12:24:00 GMT |
[brass bones snapped back into] |
we are summerbrass bones snapped back intocolloquial reminders that skirts arefeminine and made for summer,what with the sunburns and scarylobsters on the beach;were nothing but sandstorms.and pretty...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jun 2009 18:29:00 GMT |
[like some scene from a 1980s teen] |
simple happinesslike some scene from a 1980s teenmovie flick, the young couple walkhand in hand, with her balancingon the railroad track, with no rumblein the ground to force her way off.his ripped je...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 18:13:00 GMT |
[too bright in the blue morning, her green] |
why i am not an ap reportertoo bright in the blue morning, her greenrooftop swells with pride, shingles into tin.no, thats senseless, i know, but whena building is brick and the bus is sittingdowntow...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jun 2009 20:00:00 GMT |
