sperm fades in eden

inhale crystal alice
staircase fingers touching my back,
rabbit martyr
tick , tock
late in the hole,
wednesday stays naively next to tuesday,
as mound of mouth
makes wanton sounds
oh sweet ace of hearts
burn my face
as at the table
in shame and desperation,
tea irresistible at the moment
with insanity breaking loose
mosaic tiles of words and thoughts
propose a whole new story
closer to the experience,
of what the dormouse knew,
shrunken head
damn liquid
mind implodes,
best to roll on back
tilt the ceiling to see the truth
four  thousand stars have brought

Vivitar Super 8 1967

camera, photo, foto

Vivitar Time Magazine 1967

 

an advert from Vivitar that blatantly used sexuality and a woman to sell a camera that essentially filmed family events , or is it aimed at the amateur porn director giving inspiration to that motel masterpiece, click and whirr desire consumed in the lens committed to celluloid as functional as the machine but not of cold plastic and metal flesh , flesh that is human with emotion, fantasy fueled Time male readers will engage slipping into a 30 second fantasy and buy the machine success for machinery and woman for sale sold.

sedoka #2

clouds soft cloak nature

reign of fury dissipation

as drenched by isolation

furies last tremor she feels

he walks earthen tracks away

no more fury to caress

defects of the elephant crush many

shadows standing empty

as we moved from the tree,

he worked with sweat for bread,

she wore only handmade dresses

fabric accumulated from a saving mother,

he had written to her heart

as it understood the depth

that his motive went to,

every day in lengthy plan

hours conceived into moments

stolen away from the factory

to the hill,

sanctuary of silence from the state

propaganda and revolution,

fresh baked filled the air with a resonance,

they as patriots fervent as they are lovers,

planned wedding and battle

as an intertwined plan,

analogy of expectation

that had no sourness,

ignore siting safe indoors

sound the bells of union,

warm tingle of happiness

before the steely clamor

of guns

spring-1935 kuzma petrov-vodin

magpie tales statue stamp 185

 

measurements of body and mind

her anthropometrics

where as the one percent

as stated by tilley 84,

rove and reach of shoulder

pivots found the old cream towel,

drawn about

her form partially visible

in steamed mirror,

obscured as much as

thoughts in mind,

he was here

within these yellow walls

box of existence,

and seen flesh promised

long ago,

breasts heavier in their curve

and descent yet pliable

to kiss and touch,

face accentuated by features

another birthday brings,

yet he was remaining

on the sprung mattress

iron frame a secure

resting place,

his fingers found nature

and illumination in copper

hair spilling on damp shoulders

a gentleness that surprised after

passionate initiation ,

eyes drawn down

further rolling form of belly

indented by umbilical reminder

to that v between the thighs,

once thought blemishes

stretch marks

and cellular distortion

would detract and place him

away from her,

yet he waited

as she hurried towel as a cloak

mind and steam

dissipated ,

returning to a bedroom

no longer solitary

to absorb more feeling

Degas, Edgar woman-with-a-towel-1898

magpie tales statue stamp 185

fever on the funship

grampus in my thoughts

vessel resonant to pharaoh’s dance

from a bitches brew,

no mirror

no media

in any sarcasm would find me

i would smoke

i would dance,

old hulk decks creaking

as my silk collar shines,

from cabin to hold

the merriment stretches,

i would distance myself

and not be portrayed

anonymous to all but the

lips and tongue i entwine,

whiskey manufactured in the south

smoky sweet tingle,

it was migration

or mitigation

of many ravenous appetites

bologna sausage and sweet mutton,

so vibrantly lost

room extended that i was hidden

faceless in the extreme,

music of davis found me

wanting more,

gilt frame my hair once neatly combed,

come grampus

tilt on rolling waves,

find me a place

of nonchalant obscurity,

saxophone and drum

the ariel had been lost

it was memory that

dragged me down

into the depths

that would fill my lungs

with salt water,

careful heart placement

extracted blood from veins

i was infused with a rhythm

that could only lead to one conclusion

i was intimate in my body

with all of one species,

more smoke

more mirrors,

hearing snare and guitar

long days vanished

a place found

yet i could not reveal

who i totally

am

 

René Magritte not-to-be-reproduced-1937

magpie tales statue stamp 185

 

Monster Garden

bemused by moments

of silence

prayer was gasoline

to that monster he called a soul,

kneeling or supine

never enough,

massage and meditation

tried it all

still engorged on confusion

eyes watched through glasses,

was it all just

steak n eggs

or another sweet cigarette,

he wished to paint

what was placed inside,

no redemption

or sense of morality,

getting more each day

appetites of a man

forgetting where he

had walked before

 

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