"furter" poems
only one cinematic adaptation of a work of literature made me want to read the original script with the exclusion of the narrator... stendhal's the scarlet and black, i traded linkin park's hybrid theory with a friend for a second-hand copy for him to buy it for me near trafalgar sq., no other work i can mention, which i find very odd; starring rachel weisz and ewan mcgregor.
i learned young to read the works of the (g)nostic (g)nomes,
and even though i did that, in order to not meet the bishop
and not be confirmed, i found it hard to find a celebration
and feast day of a saint to meet a cardinal... in any other way
than to meet a cardinal reading alex dumas’ the three muskateers
and the scheming cardinal richelieu (ceelo green /
tim curry a.k.a. frank n’ furter), i guess my chance of
meeting the pope would be reduced to being a baby.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
It's time to sleep, the absent sun tells me
but thoughts are running freely
across the street behind my house
Do you ever really miss me when you're drunk?
Maybe you're this way with everyone
and I'm blowing us out of proportion
Is it only desire?
I can't decide
I can't tell
But you would have let me stay with you
hadn't your apartment been crowded
filled by the eyes and ears of your brothers
You told me so
before you kissed me
I wish we weren't what we are
one step furter but not far enough
Please let me in again
Tell me you want me still
Let me have you
I'd be yours in a second
Let yourself let me have you
It's not a demand
it's a hope
and there's not alot of that around these days
Do you ever only miss me when you're drunk
or is it just harder to hide then?
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
Let’s do it again!
Frank N. Furter
McFly in DeLorean
Futureman Futterman
Tomorrow’s Legends (thanks DC)
Of course, Mr. T— (thanks H. G.)
Travellers all
From now to not now
From then to when
Barreling back or fro
Future being past
Don’t regret regression
As shaping forward begins
Be present in the present
Bend time’s arrow;
It’s not really written yet
Do it: 24-7-365 wise
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
Farting Frank used ****
rather furtively
A real Frank-furter Farter
was he.
But mellifluous Maeve
she'd **** loudly all day
She couldn't care less
what came out of her derriere.
Sep 9, 2022
Sep 9, 2022 at 11:18 AM UTC
Sudden slip softly spoken
Past pursed lips,
My trust is broken.
Forced flashback ill-gotten.
Franken-furter, falsely forgotten.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
my father has claws
where his mouth should be
an empty dessert for his heart
his eyes, the dead sea
his hands, crushing everything (his daughters) to dust
when he talks, the whole world shrinks
when he walks by, he demands everything around him to stop,
and bow down for him.
the women in my culture kiss his knees
and toes,
they wash his hands
they wash his hands so proudly and they sing
as if allah would bless them for doing so.
they wash his hands
the same hands that were once wrapped tightly around my neck.
i look up, i thank god i am nothing
like them
i understand; it's in his blood,
it's in theirs
i understand as i pour out mine.
and with every drip of red
i'm drifting furter and further away from him, from them
farewell, north africa.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
"Don't dream it, be it"
-Dr. Frank 'n' Furter (Tim Curry)
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC