would you submissively sit upon my bouncing knee
if you understood the degree of the erotic pot pourri
of my sexual glee that would shock the bourgeoisie
whenever my astonished brown eyes alight on thee?
this risqué jubilee of scandalous scenarios I have for thee
might even shock a certain noble with the rank of Marquis
definitely make lesser mortals flee, maybe inadvertently pee
or even jump in the sea as if chased by a wailing banshee!
I’ll offer a time that will not be cheesy Brie or genteel tea
there will be no charge for this sensually seductive spree
my reward is to tie you down, listen to your plaintive plea
so sweet pea do you really want to become a friend to me?
radiohead makes me magically
numb with some slight
tightness in my core;
you're the only one
who's been where you've been
radically in me again
shifting all my innards around
into something new, a slick
warm glob of guts
to pick up
where we left off
you spur me forward
into more unknowness
compared to my aloneness
its worth every nail
and failure
for a chance again
with you.
“I’m late! I’m so late for a very important date!
Oh my! For this long awaited date I can’t be late!
Should I abandon decorum and just roller-skate?”
“To shower and carefully shave has taken so much time!
Diligently washing away the work-a-day industrial grime,
using a herbal shampoo that makes my hair smell of...limes?”
“But bugger me I now feel such a right silly tart!
My sports car has no fuel and now won’t start!
Maybe I should have invested in a horse and cart?”
“What I’ll do is dump the car and catch the bus!
Running fast for the bus as I fuss and cuss,
for running out of fuel I feel such a wuss!”
“Buggery bollocks the bus drivers are on strike!
I’m facing such a challenge to meet this girl I like,
to get to her maybe I should steal a postman’s bike?”
“Instead of the bus I’ll jump on a fast commuter train!
I’ll be squashed and squished but it’s a necessary pain,
because to meet this girl I’ll even fly in an old biplane!”
“I don’t believe it, the train is flippin` well stuck!
The trains derailed, the drivers such a stupid schmuck,
methinks I should go and hijack a very big truck!”
“Oh no! I’ve slipped in something brown and smelling nasty,
bumped my nose so now I need an emergency rhinoplasty!
I should’ve stayed at home and nibbled a Cornish pastie!”
“I knew I shouldn’t have gone this way as now I’m being mugged!
When I said I had no money the mugger just smiled and shrugged,
`Mister, I should’ve stayed at home and watched MTV Unplugged!”
“I’m almost there but I will have to run, run and run!
Which, dressed as I am in a smart fancy suit, is no fun
but it’s better than being chased by a man with a gun!”
“Oh look, there she is, smiling and looking oh so pretty!
I must look such a total mess, I feel all sweaty and gritty,
I’d better apologise for being late by saying sumthin` witty!”
“I can’t believe I’m finally staring into her gorgeous eyes!
If I’m lucky I’ll soon be softly caressing her sexy thighs…
and waking up next to my beautiful date to meet the sunrise!”
cold turkey cutoff
from a daily flesh fix
a hiss of reality
jogs my memory wherever you go, there you are
with your 340 pounds
of undesirable baggage
that marks me as
not conducive to your situation
i'll return again and rely
on my imagination
for relief from this thing
called life.
A technician asks if I have metal clips inside me
that might twist under an MRI’s wrenching grip.
His pupils widen as describes the blood
that might paint the backs of my ribs
like a stomped ketchup packet
in the school cafeteria if my arteries
should rupture. What about prostheses or loose
fillings? That ring: are you married? Does you wife know
the risks? There’ll be no love-
making if you bleed out
in my precious machine. No, no, no, I check
on the stacked boxes of the intake form.
He assures himself the thin gown is sufficient
to catch the mess if I should spill my guts
any further and retreats
behind glass. Transparent
to this magnetic stare I shut my eyes
and think back to happy moments
in fourth grade, when I dreamed of being a doctor
with ketchup splattered across
my playground patients, and I remember
Kristin Owens, who would try anything
and once dared me
to swallow metal paperclips.
I'm foolishly attempting my very first sestina
which, when finished, I'll display in this poetic arena
if its no good someone will have to throw me a subpoena
or have me chased here screaming by an ugly slavering hyena
tell me why in the world I decided to attempt my very first sestina?
better
a little
than half way
fall into the fray
watch in amazement
as i repeat myself
into a shallow grave
unchanging way making me
taking me to a place past
extreme, the means justify
the ends and i'm doing it
doing it
doing it again.
My lover hangs with fruit, succulent
whispers dripping
into my ears and mouth. She says Peaches! and my lips part
as if the cleft were pressed
against them. When she licks
across my cheek papaya she feels the hardness
of my clenched jaw and growls chew on that
awhile. The pop pop pop
of grapes slipped lip to lip is like
a short breath added
to another, mashed
and smashed between our teeth.
When the syrup begins to flow
I know I could live on this.
seeing into
a pool of coins
wish after wish
sits still as stone
under ever moving ripples
a fountain is rich
while so many poor bastards
wait for dreams to
come true.
he foolishly thought he was dead
then they collided as if by chance
she alive with an aurora fiery red
he found himself lost in romance
then she said, "Come to my bed!"
and life became one long dance
a vortex of washable words
svelt and swirling in a blue mist
verbal decapitation in the heat
of a bygone moment, my one,
lies done unto a still western sun
constantly hanging in a sky
that is hardly visible when it rains
my sickness shrinks but still remains.
write fuck it on my
epitaph along with a long
list of short sighted shortcoming,
i'm coming and going all
at once, and for once it
feels real- too real to reel
in this ocean of spendatures,
wasted ways for thirty six and some
spun out and temporarily overcome
life is what i make it
the height of this
fucking mountain
is just too big today.
resurfaced despite the
surrounding dirt, see it instead
as earth-place of birth to
all that i know, a continual energy
flows to and from, between every
single one of 'um, and in this
recognition, i see me in you.
we are one.
reestablished contradiction
in regards to this affliction
tends to make me mention
my crave for your attention
your perfect mental friction
ties me tight to this addiction.