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Dwelling in Thick Darkness

Dwelling in Thick Darkness Here, deep inside, so deep it’s in my guts A sacred steam begins to build, all this Because I hear a sound.  A stallion ruts Inside my soul.  I hear your stream of piss One room away, beside our bedroom.  Hot And long it sounds like Sinai’s...

Eclipse

                     Eclipse   You keep on looking for the moon.  It fails To show itself.  At times the afternoons Destroy the view with heavy crumpled veils More like a burkha made of godless dunes Those scores of million centuries before Mohammad’s Allah was...

Tight Before Release

         Tight before Release The bowstring waits to twang.  The tension raves Against the fingers.  Then the arrow zings As deeply as it can.  The target braves The penetration.  Tautest Imai strings Await the plucking of a classical Refinement.  They desire release...