I take Hugh into his bedroom and take off his clothes.
Pull out my pendulum and swing it over his body. If it swings clockwise
I'll sleep with him.
Pink anxiety and loud noises in quiet places
then I explode
along with the hula hoops
Meanwhile we get flowers in spring
rain in winter
and lovers they come
I sit at my window, turn off the light and watch people on the street below.
2am. Bars closing.
A woman screams "It's my turn to die in an orgasmic ball of fire! Fuck me."
Election Day tomorrow. I'm in the mood to get mowed down.
Love is revolt. Caste your vote.
Stick fingers in holes and twitch
Sex when i want it and nothing in between.
That would be good
Think of sheer inertia rolling
It's amazing how William Burroughs could go from a beautiful pink cunt
to a beautiful flower opening
to a pink dress, to a syringe, to a castle in Casablanca
There isn't a departure or tangent that doesn't make sense
it all weaves back to an image that turns us on
Baked walls of Algeria in Camus's Plague
excites me between the legs
Don't take it out, leave it in as long as possible
you nasty little creature
I rub his genital area gently
& his eyes get really wide
something happening down there
Someone reading Nietzsche in corner of cafe, giggling.
That's who I want to meet
Sacred as fucked.
Crystal Night. Crystal Nacht.
spot lights trying to silence it
Searching for cheese shop & suddenly in
red light district
Window shopping. Push up bra's & breasts at attention
Long legs with inviting heels.
Van Gogh's potato girls
spots of color
Crimson cunts move slowly warm prevalent lips.
You want me. Now.
woman woman woman from top to bottom and then there is
this little thing on the bottom that is not woman.
The heel. Her shoe.
The whole way she puts her foot out to show the shoe.
The final statement. Pose.
upward brush strokes round shapes
squeaking & creaking
Neighbor's cat. Meow Sutra
How can we help you?
I need more. Of what? Much more... I need more.
more more more much more.
more more much more
"Dogen says that without painted hunger you never become a True Person."
assume crash position.
my head between yr knees. Just this
hot breath laced with skin, carried away