"untrembling" poems
Summer foolish
your stupidest fists
mangle in wet
girls
by the
lake rifled
by the
f
i
ng
e r s
roughgently
of hefty
lush
godsighs
Sum
mer purring
muscles
you bulge
triceps
ladling
the kissed
lovely forms
of sungirls
by the golden
hewing untrembling
husk of laughing days you
unquaver
steadily increasing
on bodies
daftest
some stinging redness
and
in the soft
belly of your nights
i'll stand by open drinking
seawind windows
and i'll rub
into the back
(the startled raw back)
of my silly girl
some aloe
and i'll kiss
&nb
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 6:13 AM UTC
In memory’s unobserved corner there hides a small boy
So tired of sorrow he no longer cared even for joy.
With a wounded child’s wisdom he thought it to be prudent
To take Mister Spock and make himself the Vulcan’s student
Not because Spock was very stylish or outwardly cool
(Though he was cool); but rather, tired of feeling like a fool
He set out to tread this path, the unsmiling Vulcan way
He sought to do what Spock would do, to say what Spock would say.
He made his mask the untrembling visage, sans all motion,
Took for his own that grave face ungoverned by emotion,
Because even if it felt like interiorly dying
This inhuman discipline must beat unmanly crying
For a Vulcan’s arched eyebrows and a Vulcan’s pointed ears
Were worth the trade considering the dearth of Vulcan tears.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC