saucy jacks

[joel]

Such novel uses many others stand
upon each finger and enumerate
as handiworks to which their hands aspire—
that seldom fold to pray; that masturbate
at ease; that force their verses come from pens;
that life salute, one finger at a time—
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
give them your fingers, me your lips to kiss*
alone, that if my body were a crime-
scene, not the strongest magnifying lens
could scrutinize our love nor violate
our privacy— And let us lone admire
a single work our hands employ: to wait
on holy moments treasured hand in hand.




*final lines from Shakespeare's Sonnet 128:
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

[Totenkopf]

Lines 7-8 are rather good. Bravo!

[joel]

I agree!
That's why I here
hold far more dear
what others write
from truer skill
while I delight
from places ill
to scribble
the dribble
of my self-spoke
therapy.

[Lightning Rod]

line 11
do you need a 'nor' rather than an 'or'?

I hate to tinker with your stuff, joel
it's so natural

when I was locked up
I would sometimes wake up at night
and my right hand would be trying to strangle my left hand
out of pure jealousy

[joel]

thanks for the heads-up on the nor...my boredom is shifting to laziness.

Queen Noor spoke at my college graduation. It was your progessive standard speech. Margaret Thatcher showed up to rebuff all her crazy Arab liberalism. After the fiasco of having to hug Kofi Annan for a snap-shot of two Nobel Peace Prize winners (and perhaps to avoid the hypocrisy therein again), Kissinger didn't show face that day. Nor Nor Nor

i guess jealousy is a good enough reason to not let the one hand know what the other's up to....