little death / la petit mort (orgasmism)

[ALundwall]

a muffled diving into nowhere
try to hide the tears hard from daddy
mommy doesn't help she's anywhere

what's the present to bring
but what i've already seen
i can't see exactly

i want to break my arm
shove it off let it slide
so far away from my body

let it be tattooed by
a dislocated member
let it feel what it is

to be truly lost
to be out there
to drink yourself

into a drunken death
a skull-face
smashed into the highway

in fear of love
yet wanting it
so madly it hurts

the bone deep inside
like a harpsichord
wringing and ringing

outward into a solemn
and yet passionate
strange disposition

one bizarre face
bobbing up and
down up and down

along the roadway
streetsigns to nothing
i thought of a someone

out there way out there
and whatever happens
might happen today or tomorrow

should remain hopeful
am hopeful in a way
whatever happens

and that is what they always say
no friendship ever lasts beyond everlast
let's just put it that way and no matter

whom you trust or whomever
well maybe i could trust one woman
of the sky and of the sea

or maybe no one but that is no body's concern
whether or not or where i go from here
you shall not know for i shall not speak of it

it is of my own concern and my own dilemma
my own sweet horniness sworn to the night
and lied to and somehow hidden in the dark

what is this
what is this
what is this

and how shall it be
when the sun rises over it
hemingway's dead

kerouac's dead
fitzgerald is dead
is dead so dead

and yet all the little lovelies
out in nostalgia land garageland
worship the very dick of the soil

i have no need for such cavities
need closeness closer than close
and nothing is closer than these letters

all speed but nothing remains
trust is adolescent seed
first planted in adolescence

beyond that it is paint thinner
pain thinner cheap vodka
idiot relief and bastard seance

let's just look at this way
if i want to destroy i shall destroy
whomever i wish to create i shall create

nothing is real everything is to be bummed about
it's all depressing "strawberry fields forever"
and forever and ever amen let's grip

let's get a grip on everything
let's hinge on that and hit the wall
really hard like kerouac said

no one ever really realizes
that they're gonna die someday
so let's all drop to the ground

and roll around like raving
drunkard idiots so close to death
that we can't feel a thing but last caress

and i contradict myself constantly
for death is the most fertile lover
the most pregnant of all mothafuckas

cuz cum uh well we'll all end up there
and everything that we eat that
we take into our systems

has a little something
to do with
death

whether it be animal or mineral or vegetable
something has to die to cum to us completely
for us to feel it's totality cumpletely and wholly

holy holy holy
let's fuck death to life
and then turn back into death

and live again
all i want to do is simply
to feel to feel me and you

what
am
eye

and i've lost that
i have no clue
and yet i do

and so do you
don't you
you do

i am sure
that you do
true?

[stilltrucking]

it is a dam good joke

[Arcadia]

I like long poems (maybe because I almost never write them!)
saludos,

Arcadia

[mousey1]

"little death"

I die by inches
by degrees

I adored this read exorbitantly. And I cannot state that strongly enough!

[stilltrucking]

ten four on that madame mouse


Mr L

dont mind my cryptic remark, I was kind of stunded.


Sex maybe the most ludicrous humanacctivity I can think of. But maybe not. My memory is getting bad..

My head was still spinning from your reply to creative soul. below.

great work

thanks

[creativesoul]

undressing slowly
it falls to the floor
grace is something that seems to have abandoned
the crush
the passion sends us on a wild chase
dragons and smoke
quiet moments
loss of control
today i ran into a woman
smacked to the gills
wearing a silver wig of foil and big thick thigh high boots
smoking a cigartte she apologizes to me
she said
you know i go by penny-tration
i guess while i listen to HOLE this late night
wondering just what all these cocks are doing ?
right now
on tv there are blow job and hand job lessons
basic tecniques for the woman that wants to improve her talents


i see that im still talked about
ah yes well i supose that is fun
all that dick and cum is pretty nice
i certainly wouldnt mind sharing one
with my girlfriend that has just left
nice writing
rather thought provoking
and penetrating
if i do say so myself

[creativesoul]

undressing slowly
it falls to the floor
grace is something that seems to have abandoned
the crush
the passion sends us on a wild chase
dragons and smoke
quiet moments
loss of control
today i ran into a woman
smacked to the gills
wearing a silver wig of foil and big thick thigh high boots
smoking a cigartte she apologizes to me
she said
you know i go by penny-tration
i guess while i listen to HOLE this late night
wondering just what all these cocks are doing ?
right now
on tv there are blow job and hand job lessons
basic tecniques for the woman that wants to improve her talents


i see that im still talked about
ah yes well i supose that is fun
all that dick and cum is pretty nice
i certainly wouldnt mind sharing one
with my girlfriend that has just left
nice writing
rather thought provoking
and penetrating
if i do say so myself

[stilltrucking]

Sorry to take your name in vain





Time will desert you
And leave you free of past and future
Time loves heroes and happy endings
That is my myth an I am sticking with it

[creativesoul]

time was invented by man, egyptions, romans, wars and peace
dante has a clever look at time and karma, and life and death
fortunate son perhaps the lips have unfolded and birthed you
into a level of sublime belief systems that trap you
perhaps it is time to let go of harry potter and embrace the wizards of a more concrete subsistance
maybe invite some new friends over for that same ole stuffed salmon
give it some new flavor>
or if it is love you seek, and mean it
perhaps you ought to try a new approach?

[gypsyjoker]

I tell what I believe
I believe that Mr Lundwell changed this poem
There are no cum stained sticky pages anymore

I believe in thirty two seconds per second squared

except on thursdays when things tend to fall up

I believe time was invented by a woman on October 12, 6046 BCE at 11:38 PM. Her name was Rhonda Rolex.

I believe in you.

I wonder why Mr Lundwell changed his poem?

No matter, I still like it, even better maybe.