Meditating Whore: Books I-II |
Meditating Whore
"The heart is the fortune of whole womankind,
they're always controlled,
they're always confined-
controlled by their parents until they are wives,
then slave to their husbands the r...
Posted by Drew on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 05:04:00 PST |
Poems 109-116 |
These poems suck but here they are anyway, COMMENT FUCKERS!!!
Poem 109 Short comes the demon-eyed sailor who's brown snout's painted blonde- fine me a river for whistling these blues for him but I pro...
Posted by Drew on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 06:34:00 PST |
Venus Nude |
Venus Nude
Bathed in ambience
and decadent timidity,
face thrown back in mask,
my venus is perched ivory
on a black draped velvet lake,
Voice a distance
riddled with lost smoke-
Tossing the noise a...
Posted by Drew on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 06:04:00 PST |
Notes |
1.In nature all things are cyclical. Only the human is offended by this- who seeks sameness, henceforth- who seeks ONENESS.2.In the mind the neumena- of the MACHINATION- the end product of it's will h...
Posted by Drew on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 09:49:00 PST |
Poems 97-108 |
Poem 97
She who's looking to the ditches,
those docile standing objects
that don't move with the change--
the peripheral bleeding,
the chasing constance
of plastic growing night brick streets-
she' w...
Posted by Drew on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 07:20:00 PST |
Mal |
Mal
His clothes, a jacket and tie, were thrown onto a burgundy chair that looked like her father would sit, stairing out at the den and speaking none- She rest on the shoes she'd watched wander acros...
Posted by Drew on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 10:25:00 PST |
Meditating Soul |
Meditating Soul
Once said by a German it was that the only possible free volition of will, being- then- the only possible sort of human will, is exercised by purely moral action. Then it was that som...
Posted by Drew on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 08:59:00 PST |
Poems 90-96 |
Poem 90
Black sainted forest artists
throw cardboard before the light,
paint politic metaphysics in clerical tapestry.
This Hell then
burning (upon their chains),
in freeing me,
only,
burning
coul...
Posted by Drew on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 12:15:00 PST |
Poems 80-89 |
Poem 80"Well shit's dwell son,verbing all marbled upsquint eyed with your shirt like a towel,I's standing on the walk one time and seen a girl with flowers on-anysuch,fine,I read it,you know you's a ...
Posted by Drew on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 09:48:00 PST |
the face of modern being |
the face of modern being
Book I-
I begin this writing though I do not know how. I am going to discuss the nature of what we call right, and what we call wrong, in knowing that ev...
Posted by Drew on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 07:57:00 PST |
