Showing posts with label poem 23. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 23. Show all posts

Friday, January 26, 2024

Five Horny Haikus

#23

Slow fucking til dawn

I took a half she took the 

whole thing. Slow down. Baaayb–


#24

A doctor who keeps

Sad, dying men afloat with

Viagra and speed


#25

One thing you can’t know

In this life, is why you want

To sleep with weirdos. 


#26

I feel a hunger

Just like Eddie Money said,

“Take me home tonight!”


#27

Boys? OK, but I’m

One nice gay experience

Away from new life


Eye slips

Finger tips

Nose drips

If you can’t help it 

Tuesday, January 23, 2024

bennie maupin's "ensenada"

pure pulsing wood conjuring

falling chimes, glass rims whistling 

mallet games eagerly tap until

a breath, almost, then a chord –

swells of brilliant colors 

begin to flutter in all directions

humans emerge from the landscape

pensive, but not exactly still

the drum fights the tall, arching sonorities 

the winds submit to the metal scrapes,

time enough for a dark thing to be said,

they regain their place, preparing for the end, or another beginning

out of the rustle emerges a cry, beyond pain or pleasure

simple proof of terrestrial existence




Head

5 grey market weed shops
dropped here in the last year,
8am pivot round to the
smell of smoking and
the oblong back,
bowed head,
of not a true rebel,
just someone shrugging
their way through
as we all do in 
notes of lavender
burnt in lemon
and long dead, 
almost gone
animal.