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4 years ago. August 28, 2019 at 5:01 AM

 

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of — was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Downhill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they’re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young:
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt,
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass or sand,

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.

4 years ago. August 28, 2019 at 4:40 AM


Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

 

5 years ago. September 22, 2018 at 6:41 PM

Life boosts herself rapidly at me

through sagging debris of exploded day

the hulking perpendicular mammal 

a

grim epitome of chuckling flesh.

weak thirsty fists of idiot future bash

the bragging breasts,

                                puppy-faces to mouth

her ugly nipples squirming in pretty wrath,

gums skidding on slipperly udders

                                                      she

lifts an impertinent puerperal face

and with astute fatuous swallowed eyes

smiles,

one grin very distinctly wobbles

from the thinning lips me hugely which embrace.

as in hairy notching of clenched thighs