Wednesday, October 18, 2017
The Art of It
Beside you, I
and Desire
carrying the day
in our eyes.
Destiny,
as if
were.
Saturday, October 14, 2017
When Desire Spent
Interest lost. So,
Scheherazade,
All! Bank on it.
Takes work, though.
Rome wasn’t
gilt in a day.
Labels: desire, lust, Rome, Scheherazade, story telling
Thursday, June 01, 2017
Further Searching for Truth
I tour the Theater of Desire,
my guide gabby until he
proclaims “Lies make up
a good part of this filth!”
I need to sit, but the red
velvet rows have been ripped
out, the floor fittings covered
with dusty newspapers.
He fetches a folding chair
from a circle the lunching
workmen use to inhale their
subs, and exhale their tales of
destruction.
It collapses under me.
Funniest occurrence in History
of Mankind, and so he rolls
demonstrably around in the
newspapers, sending up clouds
of dusty hysteria. Assumes the
vertical to wave his arms!
I scramble up to finally stop this
absurd act. “You’re over the top!”
Bang the dust off of him as he
apologizes.
I admit I lay on too hard, and
he starts screaming! “Finally,
after all, the resort to violence!”
He lisped the last word, so both
of us explode into a giggling fit.
We’re running a rave here next week.
Labels: absurdity, deconstruction, desire, destruction, rave, violence
Monday, August 08, 2016
She sings
Born to be WI-i-i-ILD !
Actually was, but seeks man
of wider syllable.
Labels: born wild, desire, ideal mate, immaturity, mate, maturity, wild
