Category Archives: Poetry

Stroll

Posted on January 15, 2021 by ubu507

You again She’s backMy old time used to beSetting the fiend on fireHer naked desireStrolling my way From the land of maidensWas what was the Groves ofDiana-Witch-Maid-Death-in-LifeFair weather wanton wandererOf pallid countenance

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Oracle

Posted on January 5, 2021 by ubu507

If I give you advice it’s good adviceI have a painful matter to discussConcerningWhat is alive What is deadWhat is me What is youWhat is now What is thenWhat is the present What is the pastWhat is here What is … Continue reading →

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Objective Confession

Posted on December 23, 2020 by ubu507

She leansStretching a line of hairLike a silver scarAcross her cheek In the corner ofHer tower roomBitterThe moment she speaks

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Wanda

Posted on December 18, 2020 by ubu507

What is a whole holeWhat is a part apartRegarding the constantEverything that is the caseA strange discrepancyIn the limits of senseCausality and experienceEssential reality entityWanda’s tragic appealMagnetic alive compellingPast ready for the bombs

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Refrigerator

Posted on December 17, 2020 by ubu507

How she appears to meBased on gravity aloneEvery line of sightEnds at a starThe fading glowOf the Big BangEver so slightlyAnomalous deviatingFrom what is expectedAn enigmatic icy objectLike light from anOpen refrigeratorA mile away

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Adherence

Posted on December 10, 2020 by ubu507

A hallucinatory attemptWhat is part of itWhat isn’t part of itThis uncanny powerThis unsuccessful challengeThe thoroughly exquisite natureOf her body Her adherenceTo the practice of self-objectification

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Fist

Posted on December 9, 2020 by ubu507

The irreducible broadnessOf the field of desireIt’s not just deep it’s complexSown with endless and generallyUnproductive speculationWaiting with fists

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Haunted Wood

Posted on December 7, 2020 by ubu507

Not an imponderablePresence but a lifeThat beat warm OfferingDisconcertingCharmsProfferingDivine Gifts Which lay between usLike a haunted wood

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Beside You

Posted on November 22, 2020 by ubu507

A partaker of glory you crossedThe broad river on a night notUnlike this Beside youThe enigma planted only to ripTear burst open buttons hiddenRipened rolling bloom hills acrossA landscape of such strong softGravity more than very awareOf your barbed disruptionYour … Continue reading →

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Dislike

Posted on November 19, 2020 by ubu507

Betsy and I are trying to switch out the bulbs in a complicated light fixture in one of the guest suites. As I casually flirt she abruptly says I dislike you.I’m completely taken aback. What?I dis-like you, she enunciates carefully.I … Continue reading →

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