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ill pleasure

18 Thursday Sep 2014

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all the ancient classic fairy tales

have always been scary and dark.

—— Helena Bonham Carter

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Truth like faith crawls in on disillusioned

claw-stubs. Talk of either makes me woozy;

the way marsh gas, fluid swamp rot, poisoned

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bog air, causes me to wretch. Frequently

though there is a perverse pleasure, finding

myself neck deep in the muck, cautiously

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navigating each step, while the singing

of unseen sirens tries to dissuade me

from turning back. I like that ill pleasure,

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and it is a very ill thing to do:

debate the things we can’t prove or disprove.

Floating nearby, smelling citrus and camphor

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in the air. Listening to those all those who

talk while the trees gently laugh, gently move.

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………………………………………………………………..

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The time has come to tell tales of the dead.

Strictly speaking, terror is rational

fear, fear of what is known; horror, instead,

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is fear of all that is irrational.

The night versus the day. Dionysus

versus Apollo. But the erotic

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world has no such separations; lewdness

is just what we make it. I know the sick

art to make you flood; the soft seduction.

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A slick, sultry mouthful; these are queer tastes.

Do you care? Day or night? Crude or sublime?

Rational? Irrational? Moon or sun?

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Living or dead? When your dam bursts

I will drown, going down for the third time.

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………………………………………………………………..

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From here all the tree trunks are blackly white

against cool-copper background. These lines thrust

clear and erect into coming twilight.

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How did Freud ever pass through such forests?

They’re all so palpable … phallic. For me,

walking among the oaks intoxicates.

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Not all lovers are forest gods, beasties,

freaks; but they should be. Sap runs, animates

flesh, dew and clay. “I stripped off my sarong,

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ran all mad-blood through the dappled down grass.

Rude horn of Pan. Gripping you with both hands

until you splattered, rose-lily, along

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my chin, my palms, my hair, across my ass,”

whispered the demon of the cropped marshlands.

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………………………………………………………………..

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How much cold can you abide? If you kissed

me now you’d hear how the wind mews and talks

to you. Across the tundra of this tryst

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you called me, like the warmth of a snow fox

in the endless night. I come from the west,

dreaming about blackberry juice; roughly

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watching it trickle down your chin. Tongues pressed

tip to tip, although warm flesh on icy

metal never forgives. Little candle,

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moppet, June spark, I would lick the hoarfrost

from your breasts, if I could; I think you’d just

sputter, though, warmth being such a fragile

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play thing. How far will you go, my star-crossed

flame? The winter dark is my name for lust.

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………………………………………………………………..

a piece of moonlight

tongued like in a fairy tale

Cinderella nasty

people like us

05 Tuesday Nov 2013

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grind howl grunt for I’m nothing but your own
unsavory thoughts your muscles—-tighten
against me pressing fingers down deep bone
deep rump deep clutching your hand tight action
above your head—-I understand—-the hurt
inside you I understand—-why you need
this now quick two fingers can make you squirt
three will rob you—-of humanity greed
some say drives you bullshit I won’t deprive
you of this secret—-deception we know
some say people like us shouldn’t do this
but we love—-the illicitness—-we thrive
on fucks because we both know how need goes
need is doing all this—-just for a kiss

metal never forgives

25 Wednesday Sep 2013

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all the ancient classic fairy tales
have always been scary and dark.
—- Helena Bonham Carter

How much cold can you abide? If you kissed
me now you’d hear how the wind mews and talks
to you. Across the tundra of this tryst
you called me, like the warmth of a snow fox
in the endless night. I come from the west,
dreaming about blackberry juice; roughly
watching it trickle down your chin. Tongues pressed
tip to tip, although warm flesh on icy
metal never forgives. Little candle,
moppet, June spark, I would lick the hoarfrost
from your breasts, if I could; I think you’d just
sputter, though, warmth being such a fragile
play thing. How far will you go, my star-crossed
flame? The winter dark is my name for lust.

2 hours

16 Friday Aug 2013

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Tonight. Nightly. Husbands penetrate their wives with boredom and cock. This is the same boredom in every city. In every countries. Tonight, from your hips to your feet, I want to make that long trip. With wet fingers with saliva. For two hours I will banish your husband. For two hours I’ll make your rose of fire damp. I’ll make your volcano erupt, and drown inside your goldmine. Tonight. Nightly. Husbands snore face down while wives in the dark dream about fucking.
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Esta noite. Todas as noites. Os maridos penetram suas esposas com tédio e pênis. O mesmo tédio em cada cidade. Em todos os países. Esta noite, das tuas ancas aos teus pés, quero fazer uma longa viagem. Com dedos molhados de saliva. Por duas horas eu vou banir o seu marido. Por duas horas eu vou fazer tua rosa de fogo humedecido. Eu vou fazer tua irromper vulcão, e afogar dentro de sua mina de ouro. Esta noite. Todas as noites. Os maridos ressonam de borco enquanto as esposas no escuro sonham com o fucking.

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