January 2009
73 posts
smut-to-go:
Less Being More - Jack Gilbert It started when he was a young man and went to Italy. He climbed mountains, wanting to be a poet. But was troubled by what Dorothy Wordsworth wrote in her journal about William having worn himself out searching all day to find a simile for nightingale. It seemed a long way from the tug of passion. He ended up staying in pensioni where the old women...
smut-to-go:
“My Therapist Said” by Hal Sirowitz You’re always giving, my therapist said. You have to learn how to take. Whenever you meet a woman, the first thing you do is lend her your books. You think she’ll have to see you again in order to return them. But what happens is, she doesn’t have the time to read them, & she’s afraid if she sees you again you’ll expect her to talk about them,...
“No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his...”
– The Great Gatsby (via smut-to-go)
there is gold is across the river but i dont want...
I am wearing socks that say “I heart Santa.” But its the shape of a heart and a Santa face. And then I’m thinking, I shouldn’t be wearing these! Its not Christmas time! And then I realized these socks are not seasonal - I love Santa Clause all of the time. Not just on Christmas.
I am also sucking on a lemon, but this darlings is only correlation, which doesn’t prove...
Red light district at the Boundary Peak Motel
You said to meet you in motel room seven,
but the door’s already open and
red light pours from its weak wood frame.
I wonder what you’ve prepared for me,
perhaps neon lights in the color of love?
Would you stack chocolate boxes in corners,
illuminate mirrors of our tantric sex? I think
once you said you would show me how
they fuck on television, with the lights and the mirrors and the
artificial...
Outgoing dialing prohibited
A bible simmers silent on the nightstand by the telephone
where the light dances on lean wall by murky mirror and
love laughs at muddy moments like this
with his twisted smile,
shrieks profound profanity at my buzzed brain
while my heart tangles,
twists, like his smirk, and through his
sideways teeth there comes a mumbled
memory.
I tumble, roll ridiculously into bed,
though the bible hums me quiet...
If you've reached this point by accident, I...
Laura shifted, seated neatly in a sticky seat with an attached desk pregnant with a mound of multi-colored gum wads turned dust-grey by time. A swastika tattoo had carved itself persistently on the shoulder where she rested her arm. She feared touching its sharp indentations as though it could spread up her elbow and into her deep wide chest.
There are wholes in the sky, proclaimed the crayon...
Outgoing dialing prohibited
There’s a bible on the nightstand by the telephone
where the light dances on the wall next to the mirror and
love laughs at moments like this with
his twisted smile, screams profound profanity at
my brain while my heart
twists, like his smile, and through his
sideways teeth there comes a
memory and I fall ridiculously into bed
while the bible sings me quiet hymns and the telephone
...
Maybe I'll get lucky
I just discovered that
I have no school tomorrow and
I’ve been wandering around trying
to figure out what to do with my night.
As though night were a lady with whom I have
an unexpected date.
Islam
I will be addressed,
and I will address.
And no, I don’t care that you call it a choice because
it is not only a complete
and utter waste of precious dwindling time but
it is also detrimental to
everyone involved and
everyone it touches and
your white infects and turns
our bright colors into
pastels and we blend in, tastefully enough
with each other.
The Tower of Babel
They look out of glass windows and try
to break themselves open
they think
that they want to burst from the glass like
birds and fly home but really
they have no home to go to and
the glass would shatter around them,
cut their skin and
fall around their soft bodies
in a mess of reflections.