Coffee and cigarettessociable vicesI don’t smoke, alasbut you look so gracious sitting at my tablethat I can’t not inhale  your secondary smokeand something else besides(pheromonal or otherwise primal)or maybe it’s just the gray glitterof something ashen silveryet quietly smoldering(too faint for any alarm now on the market)behind your crudely sooty lashesthat sends shrill shivers ringingin the sleepy shadows of my thighs

I’m a very good lover,not the most doting.I know what you needthough you’ll have to give over grief.your ring will be returned to youless lustrousonce you’ve been well-worn.out and about,safe and shroudedyou’ll remember this.what’s seen cannot be undone:your mental picturesyou’ve surrendered to meare about to becomeyour whole reality.

sexy doesn’t have to be subtleit can be so sweet sometimesthoughts frazzle like candy flosswebs for forward fingersto flick apart-- inhibitionsgone birdbrained, extinct.no offense to the dinos:i’m convinced they were clever,quite. not me so muchthough. you’re telling meto “go with the flow”?oh--no! i see which waythis story leads. you’rea nice person, i know, i‘m sure.i think so; no doubt you meanno harm to anyone, though...

aspire to rusea techno dreamadorn myselffantastic queenaugmented lipspillowed plushsculpted abstoned tushyoga hipssight to touchinked bumshaved plumpo-mo poshpink and piercedin this flesh I etchexperimentsthis body whose?by bold desiremy candy gift,Your gold empire.

This is just to say, dear,I’ve been searching up some porn!The day is drawn up grey and dimAnd I’ve been at it since the morn.Lord, the smutty images:The mind, it quite unhingesAnd that naughty monster Cupid’sLeft me feeling rather stupid And the hours, they’ve gone flyingAll the while, I’ve been tryingTo find some shot, limbs a-tangleOr bare twat, at just the angleTo say: all this sex put on plain viewShows how you make...

The thing about insomnia is, your time isn't even Time anymore. Even if you get the same ration of hours, even a couple extra, they've become an inflated foreign currency: you can't buy nothing worth shit with them. I always drift into it, in cycles. I'll have a good week, waking and sleeping like a model citizen, Ben Franklin style. Up at six, bed by nine. It's funny, waking up with the morning light, it really is perky....

(for Sisters, in scholarly seclusion)* * * * * * * Rock chicks rub off on you. Punks, goths, ravers,Even tweecore wallflowers sipping tea (that’s me). Kettle whistles, I do too. Hers Replies. Yay! Glad I’ve set the second potOut. How are things? Henry VIII predatesTyrants today for show trials, the sot-- And the Gunpowder Plot? Ha, what a geekAm I, rehashing dirty deeds of old?What better to speak of though? I’ll not seek...

It’s proverbial, just plain common sense,Practically the Eleventh Commandment,If not from God then the Holy Cosmo Catechism, that This being the fourth date, Celie’s getting lucky;Or, luck having nothing to do with it,Celie’s putting out. Like it or not. Sigh.Maybe not so much-- Peppermint choco-chip. Shall I indulge?Hell, why not. Save on trips to confession.It’s a day for indulgences. Do I haveSome Pepto handy? Apparent...

I caught my glance in the glass againTonight-- just stole a peek the other hour.A minute ago, alright? You knowHow I can’t keep my eyes off the one I love? That hardness about the eyes,When did that steal in? Like a robotJust a bit. I’ve taken too manyOrders-- partners-- rejections-- lovers. Slut-eye. Inflames the pores of the soul.I was napping, awhile ago. DreamingOf the seashore, at night, in the backOf somebody’s car....

My last boss said I should lay down doughFor some kneepads; I said maybe I should lawyer up, everybody’sSuch a comedian. But that’s spilt milk, Nobody’s crying. And I don’t needNo kneepads anyway. I don’t complain.Not that I’m a faultfinderMiss, oh no. You wouldn’t guess how I strip you with my eyes, neither.So equitable you are, Elizabeth,Missus, Miss, Mistress,Bitch: what’ll I call you When I get you where I will?Occupy...

I could fuck myself with a smooth-cut stone,Plug my fingers inside some bubbling springTo swallow earth’s squirts or make mountains spew,So greedy my hands now, for you-- and you. With polite purpose I entered the game,Acknowledged set bounds were all for the best.I let myself out when the fucking’s through:Merry chirpers above, I wing off, blue. Light-hearted was I, your gold-breasted toy.Your senses to serve was a preci...

I wipe the smug from my chin and fish for the key.I’m late again. I need the hall to myself a momentBefore we meet. It’s like a hum in the air, A rumble in the boards, this new thing between.At my side, your nose squinches, a parakeet in rain,Scratching the breeze for wafts of unsanctified prayers, The ones the gods scatter, by ill winds cleft.But I keep baby wipes in the car, you know. Not that allWalgreen’s hygienic ais...

My fantastic ideal would beTo be your Mexican housepoetess:Aztec princess, ceremonial heart-swiper,Gymnastically bilingual just as I am bisexual,A hot tamale in bedazzled headgear, pink plumage,Bronzed arms stained with the sex juice of my victims: see them laidOut upon the stairway to my bedroom at each dawn of another exhaustless day. Ay, caramba! But reality ‘tis, I’m much more your cold tomato,Cold damp and dulling, g...

(a companion-piece to "Ice Elation"; dedicated to sprite, who knows the life of the nymphs and other princesses, and has been owed an ode)* * * * * * * * These be nymphs I see. What sly wizardry,To rapture me down to the bottom of the sea.Adrift in narcotic waves, I reply To all glad tidings with a supple sway.This way, that! Pliant, I parade, a comely crowd‘sCandy willow. Star-wide eyes, how lustrous their appraisal. We...

I awake and find you-- same hard-knuckled rappingOf deadened boughs wind-stormed against the pane--Perched, insolent and knowing, on my mind’s sill, Preoccupied with your thumb, some crumpet-crumbOr, heaven help us, the pungent remainsOf an amorous trophy. How’d you sneak past All those cobwebs, I wonder? I’ll make coffee,Wipe the snot from my eyes and try and findSome semblance of myself. Yes, you. You’re here, And I’ll...