Le Chat Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux; Retiens les griffes de ta patte, Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux, Mêlés de métal et d’agate. Lorsque mes doigts caressent à loisir Ta tête et ton dos élastique, Et que ma main s’enivre … Read More →
Monthly Archives: November 2012
Fucking III (Revenge of the Rejected Ones)
… From one end of Sodom to the other of Gomorrah I once walked hand in hand with Jehovah. He didn’t blink an eye. Just don’t try to rape his angels. Always ask. Pan means all: he was half-goat. Priapus is proper in the garden. … Read More →
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
… … Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near … Read More →
Fucking II
… My phallus in a shaft of morning sunlight. Shall we examine it and its environment? Dust is also in this shaft of sunlight in, out of it, on things as equally as the light is on the mattress and my books, the wine bottle … Read More →
Sweet Mary
….. ….. ….. ….. I lived at home as a young man full of fears that paralyze I was a believer in truth and the truth was a lie then I slept with Sweet Mary and she made me realize there are more ways to … Read More →
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
……. ….. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as … Read More →