When Lisa told me she had made love
Another, in the life of that phone booth
Tepeyac store , I thought the world
He had for me. A tall skinny guy and
With long hair and a long dick that did not wait
Over an appointment to penetrate to the bottom.
There is something serious , she said , but
The best way to get you out of my life.
Parmenides Garcia Saldana had long hair and had
Been the lover of Lisa , but some
Years later I learned that he had died in a psychiatric clinic
Or that he had committed suicide . Lisa and I did not want
Go to bed with losers. Sometimes I dream
With her and see her happy and cold in Mexico
Designed by Lovecraft. We listen to music
( Canned Heat , one of the preferred groups
Parmenides Garcia Saldana ) and then we
Love three times . The first came inside me
The second came in my mouth and the third , just a thread
Water , a short fishing line, between my breasts. And all
In two hours, said Lisa . The two worst hours of my life,
I said from the other side of the phone.
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asymmetric sexuality
night brought little clarity
between motel and slaughterhouse
it was a new jersey mythology
of white paint and brazen neon,
from the chevelle in the lot
they had come to meet
passed notes on realtor’s lined paper
two packs parliaments
hushed phone conversations
catalysts to the reaction
that imminent realization
of naked falling
upon bed worried with crumbs,
sheet shifted over sanitary cover
quilt shed to worn green nylon carpet,
by her side lay against her
it rested tacked by it’s own stickiness
to her leg,
now it was done
last moment devoid of thought
when she rolled it like a cigarette
licking with an anxious care,
this all for what,
that wooden mask of his face
expressionless
caressing her breasts
moving stiff fingers back and forth,
they where now derelict
in exploded rubble of emotion
it took her time to control her lip,
eyes could of burned,
but now all truth had been eliminated
and they would not see each other again
adjustment into darkness
from memphis to eleusis
found his place in harbor lighthouse,
after challenges underground
proved his worth more than stoic penis
wrapped in demeter’s poppies,
his light house
the only light he knew
had no lover to share,
so wished to discover others,
red mullet of extraordinary size
spoke to him of those that make love
on the beaches at night,
he was being called on to do
serapis whispered over pillows
into sleeping ears
keeping the light bright with oil
sent out that red mullet
scaled fish of land and sea
and it would return,
raising from the sea
with line and hook
secured the writhing eel
of couple snatched from sand
they became his lovers for the night
venting lust and sadism on both,
be it man man or woman love to be
extracted,
when done said his prayers to
the face of apis
tormented by pain,
then with surgical practice
cut them and fed them to the
mullet that sang,
the time would come
when fish and man would
indulge in passion,
his sperm food for the vitellogenesis
and his spawn
would find other oceans
to claim their own
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California Beaches
sand stuck to her
like pepper on a steak,
i could almost feel textured
braille of messages
upon her skin,
beneath those
pieces of cloth
anatomy to be discovered,
i ache , i pain
she carries on by,
and i take up my pad
and write
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