January 2011
8 posts
When I Drink
When I drink the $300 scotch with Roshi it quenches every thirst A song comes to my lips a woman lies down with me and every desire invites me to curl up naked in its dripping jaws No more, I cry, no more but Roshi fills my glass again and new passions consume me new appetites For instance I fall into a tulip (and never hit the bottom) or I hurtle through the night in sweaty sexual union with...
Opened My Eyes
G-d opened my eyes this morning loosened the bands of sleep let me see the waitress’s tiny earrings and the merest foothills of her small breasts multiplied her front and back in the double mirrors of the restaurant granted to me speed and the penetration of layers and turned me like a spindle so I could gather in and make my own every single version of her beauty Thank You Ruler of the...
Bonfire at Midnight
A shout comes out of my room where I’ve been cooped up. After all my lust and dead living I can still live with you. You want me to. You fix and bring me food. You forget the way I’ve been. The ocean moves and surges in the heat of the middle of the day, in the heat of this thought I’m having. Why aren’t all human resistances burning up with this thought? It’s a drum...