December 2009
5 posts
Sonnet XI -- Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your...
neurotic collision #2
can’t you see
submissive yet intense
slaves and masters
the clinging of the emotions
frozen
because nothing remains the same
give me your hand slowly
butterflies crushed by rocks
i have a cramp in my cerebellum
a dog sniffing my wounds
did you see
a time traveler’s watch
he tried to make sense of it all
cherry syrup all over my breast
but didn’t touch the great
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neurotic collision #1
the process
intoxicated
before they became the paper
the longing of the flesh
the bruising s’chmoozer
a cigarette burning a hole on a plastic cup
left behind
white lilies dancing with the wind
on tippy tops of the falling trees
nothing but intellectual masterbation
oh make me into
delay no more
but still not yet
