





… the dog at the heart of all 1950s erotica.
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31 Thursday Dec 2015






… the dog at the heart of all 1950s erotica.
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08 Friday Aug 2014
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“nasty boys/ don’t mean a thing …”
— Janet Jackson (1986)
I love how “pervert” is still genderless,
and how anyone can play. Other’s porn
seldom is open-minded. Who’d say “yes”
to things that they’re not hard wired for? You scorn
so much and still claim to be broad-minded.
Curious. I’ve smoked Whitman’s Leaves of Grass.
finger-fucked Sexton in her sad bed, slid
my tongue over Lorca’s cock. Rumi’s ass
hung like the moon. Shams’ too. Still, you can’t guess
who I am with the word “pervert.” Riddle
me this: why are you so frigid-rigid
with all your desires? You who profess
to be nasty? You say that you’re lustful …
but you won’t touch me, bite me, drink my blood.
23 Wednesday Jul 2014
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art, damning erotic life, erotic poetry, grass stains on your knees, haiku, hard ghost, missing moon, things that go bump in the night, your husband's grave
your husband’s tombstone
between all the weeds I steal
our very first kiss
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before dawn: nightfall
and my dead lover’s cock shall
rise, mount the hard ghost
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grass stains on your knees,
your back, the palms of your hands,
inside you … the dead
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spring’s last missing moon
this damning erotic life
the one that we choose