Dawn

Posted on August 10, 2021 by ubu507

on the silver summit I recognized the goddess

then, one by one, I lifted her veils.

— Rimbaud

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Holy Pleasure

Posted on August 9, 2021 by ubu507

In a spilled second of frenzy
Agitation among the most high
Creates ripples in the space-time
Wringing our universe like fabric
Disappearing into pleasurable waves

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Incalculable

Posted on August 8, 2021 by ubu507

Twisting she didn’t want to show her face
Her American face drugged eyes unintelligible dialect
I only like noises that don’t mean anything the glow
From a early canter made everything incalculable
Her relaxed body her righteous curves
A headlong dance that challenges one to join in

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The Intelligible World

Posted on August 7, 2021 by ubu507
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Supersubstantial

Posted on August 6, 2021 by ubu507
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Phyllis Davis

Posted on August 5, 2021 by ubu507

Her image lingers beyond any single part, as that modern day minor divinity the Sex Symbol, surrendering herself on screen as you feel she would in life, tender, soft, sweet, willing, but somehow essentially melancholic, fallen from innocence, not knowing, even at the final moment of ecstasy, if she is desirable for her own self, or just for the spirit of lust she engenders, yet needing to experience, to create that desire, sucking it up like her life’s blood…

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Babes of the Apocalpse

Posted on August 4, 2021 by ubu507

Yanny Chan

To tell the truth, it feels like we’re just waiting to die

Original Photo Credit…Anthony Kwan for The New York Times

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just a wild bundle raring to go

Posted on August 3, 2021 by ubu507

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The Standard Model

Posted on August 2, 2021 by ubu507

Among the brambles
And implacable geometry
Of total information awareness
The atomic data needs improvement
Colliding breaking the standard model
Which ensues and unfolds inevitably
In real life even as it’s being written
Upright fucking in the doorway

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Guts

Posted on August 1, 2021 by ubu507

I’m with her when the
Whole room turns sideways
Sliding through the window
And into another room

In which things are
Going in another direction
Or maybe two

Tumbling like a key
In the lock
Turning like the guts
Of a clock

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