Wednesday, July 04, 2018
The Liar to his Beloved
Ask me no questions
I’ll tell you no lies!
goes the hoar-
y proverb.
What am I harboring here
but cheap, small sex?
Hey! Who made you D A?
Small-timey lust saunters
the meretricious landscape, so
why not focus instead
on Big-Money Russian
Laundering Japes?
Thus seizing a career
worth it in the end!
Labels: D A, lust, money laundering, politics, prosecutor, sex
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
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Transforming Experience
-So many dreams and it
all turned into Lust!
-This is altogether bad?
-We had conversed, he and I,
of Literature.
-Ah! Language! A finer thing!
-And Physics!
-Big Stuff! Freakin MEGA!
-I don't know where it'll
end up now.
-Don't rule anything out.
Labels: couple, Literature, lust, physics, sex
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Island Life
Islands of a certain size sort themselves
as to conveniences and sin. Thus the
small hotel.
Plus the restaurant, the pharmacy, hardware,
etc. Where the longer relationships build
to climaxes boring or fatal.
The rare body found, native anyway. For some
reason the tourists kill themselves more often.
The last one covered with snails.
A new teacher comes from the mainland and the
gossips assign her to a married man.
The bachelors without the staying power required.
At any rate, a buzzing during the day of the energy
of moderate money and immoderate sex.
It quiets at latest night, fires banked. Except for the
baker who rises at three and walks a block to his tables
and ovens.
The first stirrings of the rest of the village prompted
by the aromas of his loaves and rolls.
The more acrid one of brewing coffee adds in
from separate, lighted, places.
His pretty wife opens the shop at six. At eight he’s
home drinking gallons of water, followed by whiskey.
Then, cursing at the newspaper to sleeping like
a redolent brick.
She closes the shop at twilight. Taking long
walks in sturdy boots before facing his snoring.
The gossips leave her alone, understanding her
function completely.
The affairs of the village provide them enough.
It’s almost as if they arrange them.
Labels: affair, bachelor, body, gossip, hotel, island, lust, married, murder
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Après
-That was a hoot, my panties flapping from one ankle.
-Yeah. A hurry.
-Let's face it. We're filth.
-You kidding?
-Nope.
-That was a hoot, my panties flapping from one ankle.
-Yeah. A hurry.
-Let's face it. We're filth.
-You kidding?
-Nope.
Labels: lust
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Nobel For Graham Greene, Not
Never! spat one panelist
who lived and lived. And
Greene died. Literary dust-
up? Well, GG noted Little
Black Book addict, art
aside. Who cares?
Puritans despise shadow-
ing fantasy or lust.
Labels: Graham Greene, lust, Puritan
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
So, Many in SC Actually Think
Gov Sanford crazy. Of course!
The way middle-aged men get
in lust more
than love. Excluding women
from such humiliation? Nope.
True Democracy of Dupes.
Gov Sanford crazy. Of course!
The way middle-aged men get
in lust more
than love. Excluding women
from such humiliation? Nope.
True Democracy of Dupes.
Labels: lust
