Imagery

a dozen and a pair

MYRIANDER

i am a rich collector

not of bitches

but of men

and counting them

is counting berries

how sweetly my bog sings

each one takes their turn

and leaves fingerprints and hoofbeats



GELICIDE

later on

the lines stop

my lips conform

in to a glass apple

quivering under white blankets

stained red

my rivers free

an i am alone



ICHTHYARCHY

no more fish shall swim

and none shall dive

i am shallow again

belonging to virgins of lost hope

dirty fingers stain a cheek

heavy black like blood

the willows dip in to the water

but are silent and patient



VENIALIA

they forgive my lies

and bloody thighs--or so they say

the willow is greener than heaven

it has drained the lake

the nuns fill it with their milk

and my own is finally butter

i wait

until the great bells ring



AEIPATHY

for years i have waited

my mouth becoming veprecose--or so they say

and spiteful

until the unsullied ones broke our silence

a vow was whispered

but i was deaf to it

the men walked outside

and i beat on the walls



REDAMANCY

one boy of braveness

comes every day to the cloister's door

and breaths

i smell honey

to taste a man again

was my dream and a last meal

the nuns returned to silence

and i wiped my mouth



SAGITTIFEROUS

each word is a stinger

women become bees

they have no queen or honey to guard

only wax

my eyes seal themselves

dreams are always nightmares

but they leave me when i sleep

so i sleep with my legs tightly shut



DILORICATE

their habits sway

my threads snap away like buttons

and my dress catches

on a lock

gravel has no sweet taste

but here i can open my legs

feet calves knees

never thighs



MAGOPHONY

now when i sleep

it is not a savior

yet i see them in my head

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flight

Night fell. Thoughts wander. Carved heads of lamps

swing shades dissembling outside the window.

Footsteps of passer-by, dissected by the moon, have died away.

O dark, my bliss… Immovable in this dark-born phantasm,

I feel the argent shades approach. Awaked,

like crazy Aladdin, I take the lamp of midnight dreams

from ancient pictures, and I steal away

into the windy night to fly above the sleepy city.

But Morning threatens always on the sly:

the cry of the new light will overtake,

and silver bullets of the dawn will strike my flight--

and night will leave for crystal of the mirrors

in timeless dwelling of Parisian Vampire.


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and then you are there

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cast

and your insight has funny handles



but one has to hold onto what he can

he being me



so i hold onto what you have to offer

and your memory



of what i always thought you were



and what you aren't much

to be concerned with



because with that memory

is flavored with kisses that tumbled

out of a dice cup on the hotel sofa



and tasty too



because i want it to be intimate

and filled with make believe



and with the heat of your cheek

against mine



and maybe there is another fantasy

waiting to swim naked across the lake



well the pond that is really a dream

of coral lips puckering



and the thing

one clings to in an obsession with desire



and knowing what you could be

if you could only be



that thought

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Cry For Help

Cry for Help





It's all messed up

A jumble of things

That dont mean nothing

All in my head



Argh

Someone get me out of this madhouse

Someone set me free

Please? please? please?



Will it never stop

The ups and downs

A constant

The only constant



Can't trust that I'm good enough

To deserve good things

But im not bad either

So why do I get that?



I don't get it

There are so many good people

But more bad things per head

Than there is good



Set me free

Let me go

Leave me in peace

Let me cry

For everyone

But especially

Ultimately

Selfishly

For me





By The Hopeless Writer



P M Jarvis

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border patrol

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cast

there is you

and there is

the non-you



beneath the surface

of you is that turmoil

of confusion that

i give up understanding



but on the edge



where you and the non-you

exists is the edge that could be

my playground



where your fountain of joy

bubbles to the surface

and dribbles out

pungent excitement



there is a stamp on

your temptation passport



that hangs around the boundary

like my blurred kiss



that isn't floating before your lips

or under your skin



but on the flesh



and becomes an illegal alien

below your sovereign outpost

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restrain

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cast

i am stuck in

too much time

of a rainy saturday

with a view and no you



i have the quietness

of wet leaves

and the evil pleasure

of seeing the memory

of you on the otc bed

in the living room

you lifted your shirt

and rubbed your belly



pretending it was nothing like

like a picture windown between

me and the mountains



i talked about how cold your toes were

and you tormented me with sexuality



even if you weren't

you were



you put me in the handcuffs of an image



that had the potential a seduction video

when the lights are flickering



on a rainy day when the leaves are quiet

in a place where a sofa could be a magic

carpet ride

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"Amor Fati"

Decided have been the choices

We will make

 

Everything is how

It should be

At least if you're happy

 

The end is the same

Either way

Fate chose itself

Long before

We ever did

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SUMMER









You Have Mail From Your-Name


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~Summer~

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a spice into you

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cast

dizzy from

too much fresh

ginger in my

noodles and chicken



with all the miles of horizon

we have beauty that dances

on our lips



where are you when i am eating

and want to flavor up your chops



like the witch's dunking booth

at the renaissance festival



when the sun fumbles down

like a hotel take down

on the stone balcony



top of the eight

we are running out of outs

and looking inning ending

double play



looking for an in

on the end of a skyline



where the sun slips into something

more comfortable like

the sensual curve of the earth

plunging into the hips and pleasure

of an evening painting

of smudged chromatics



the warmth of a pink coral sky

that tosses heat like jittery ions

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