Category Archives: Poetry

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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Beyond Always

Posted on November 7, 2020 by ubu507

GhostsOn commencement dayOf important yesterdayMeetingAs she who does notBelong to this worldBut to the worldBeyond always

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Motion Event

Posted on November 6, 2020 by ubu507

A purgatory of freaks orWas it the work of some uncannySupernatural power which canNot be defined as he continuesHis aberrant caresses she asks herselfWith a shudder if she is in factSexually perverted

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An Extravagant Waste of Intellect

Posted on November 4, 2020 by ubu507

The practices of a decadent societyAn extravagant waste of intellectWorship by means of disorientationDazzling the mind and destroying theSense of reality blasphemous and carnalRemaining the night saved by sinCrazily rocking a silent barbarian womanRebuking a lifetime of relevant livingI am … Continue reading →

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Unearthly Form

Posted on November 2, 2020 by ubu507

A shadow flits before me,Not thou, but like to thee:Ah Christ, that it were possibleFor one short hour to seeThe souls we loved, that they might tell usWhat and where they be.— Tennyson

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