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Sacred Barrel, Sacred Target, Sacred Ammo

Sacred Barrel, Sacred Target, Sacred Ammo He lines it up.  It’s softness has gone hard And it at least knows perfectly its need. It’s like an aching, pulsing, fevered shard That’s full of its intelligence and greed. It knows one thing, and that’s enough.  That’s all...

Why It Is Not Good to be a Small Brown Butterfly

Why It Is Not Good to be a Small Brown Butterfly A found poem from The Physiology of Love by Paolo Mantegazza and the book The Natural History of Love by Morton Hunt Caressing fondly with their wings, they reach The wing of one the other in a kiss. The silk and velvet...

Selenicereus Grandiflorus

Selenicereus Grandiflorus I planted night-blooming, LARGE white blossomed     cacti in my white garden in Kenya overlooking      the Great Rift Valley.  They were planted so        they could climb into trees at the edge of          my Moon Garden–and the edge...

Slickened Interior like Patent Lust

Slickened Interior like Patent Lust You’ve become a leather outfit just for me, But not a black one.  You are supple, brown, And warm.  I bend the elbow and the knee, Then feel that sturdy thigh…and touch this frown Of leather at the armpit, creases that Stretch...

Vintage ’69

        Vintage ’69 The best of wines is happiness.  Its gold Is richer than a champagne tone.  Its red Licks rich like burgundy made old In blonde wood vats.  My happiness in bed Continues long, like vintages that grow More potent and more subtle in their taste. My...

Abundance

           Abundance The gentleness of lips contemplating A kiss, or speaking, calls up fullness through The heart or thought.  The lips give due weighting To passion in the chest, in senses true To honesty, or mysteries unknown But felt.  The softness of the mouth...