"atthe" poems
(1)ones laughing like a dog with 2 22's
who're like 3: a whorish slightly giggling mess
3 prods the carpet by footed semblance of leather
assembling her flesh in the left corner of a lazy
rectangle cinema cube. 1nes still cackling throat
******* cords vibrating stupidly on every face with the 2 maybe 23's
mouthhanding and eyefucking with his fat grunt syllabary. 3's uncomfortable
atthe sycophantic panting of her 23's atthis masculine discharge
wetting the silence a pulsing ***** of tongue barking vomit . as an usher ushers fleetly our
moist intellects to the quiet little. the quiet little notch. of waiting excited
screaming visuals a screen crucified blathering.
the 1's ungiddy prance detonates by the skinnyjeaned legs pumping fetid motion. in company of long femininity. and the ovals of 3
grate swift bile at they're lump. and they swallow inthedarkness
his moronic spit. and puke . . .
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 10:17 AM UTC
A stranger in a coffee shopOne never knows the types who stopTo sip the ancient brewTo sit and launch a little chatincurrs a risk that leaves one atthe mercy of a stranger. Conversations open up,a world of views, life does eruptin complex tangents, mixed and freea stimulant.. thoughts symphony I met her there quite old, yet brighta living actress, uncontrite,accepting fate with earthy trim,enjoying life’s relentless whim. She told her tales of joy and woeI loved it. When I left to goI wondered if she realised thenthat in this man she’d found a friend.Marshalg / Auckland / 1969
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 11:16 PM UTC
1(first
how came we
to god
laid in ruby sand
a reticent meadow
of unyielding flowers
where walked i and You
in crisp vagrant unwinteR . at complete crepitus
of illustrious tumors gritty
golden loose punish
of tawny excelling light
so for what to it slinks
habitually
atthe root of poppies striking fumble
a smell careening
of accurate stemming plunk(the stout muscle of dawn crept stupidly
up the
******* fat
the mountains bridle
with rigid imposing flint
gray skin
aaaand
slowly naked
the full and bashful earth
Mar 14, 2011
Mar 14, 2011 at 3:10 PM UTC
**** the cool kids **** the losers **** the bus-rides, the train tracks
the way the ambulance swerves.
**** the gooey middle that spills.as we bite
the chances to do the right thing
**** the black sweater hanging off your shoulder-bladed back
the lawn chairs on the sidewalk
the hair in your mouth
my lashes closing on your
instant
sticking together like
sleepiness.
in the blood of it
's hammered thumb-nails
beading like
bad trends
getting hot like a battery against our thigh(s).
choking.charging
getting tangled in the wire overnight
all woke atthe sound of [it]
[they are learning to be proud of it]
we are getting better and better every year
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
if you call me
I am atthe point where the roads intersect
I can't wait for more
because I am so hard
if you accuse me
no I can't have a response
I am in the most horrible dungeon already
I don't see you ever in the cell
if you ask my write
now Iam on last rows
you say mistakes too
believe me,I am well aware like you
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC