all of a sudden passion suddenly

[Tzara]

knight to bishop 3

Alekhine's Wet Dream

Your body is a chessboard
on which I love to play.

My pieces play with yours
in a delightful way.

Penetrating your defenses
I realize too late

Your queen and knight do fork my king,
and I'm forced into mate.

Oh, well.

I lose. I win.
Let's play again.

 

[Guest]

a pleasured contented sigh
as I lick your cream pie

slow and passionate licking
leads to delicate deliberate rosebud tickling

so...?

contented sigh?
cream pie?
passionate licking?
rosebud tickling?

heaven?

But tell me
why she sighs
let me feel
the tickle
hide her pie
with other words
to make me want
a seconds helping
help me see
your dextrous tongue
and that rosebud
in her garden.

 

[RhymeFairy]

But tell me
why she sighs
let me feel
the tickle
hide her pie
with other words
to make me want
a seconds helping
help me see
your dextrous tongue
and that rosebud
in her garden.

sighing, no I was
wrong,
so wrong.
climatic notes on
high.

orgasmic release
flooding through,
screaming
more likely is she.

I tell you-
toes curled, head
thrown back,
eyes rolled
back too.

seeing white,
glittering specks
hopping
like a rabbit,
all through the
air.

headboard
floating
as she climbs
the wall
bass ackwards
from
bottom to top.

guttural moans
escaping now,
letting loose a
howling screech.

for one touch,
from you.
one touch
from you ...


?

too much?

 

[SeattleRain]

forking the king?

there is klystron in my water
and radiation in my air
sleep sleep if you dare

the princess?
the prince?
do they make the game
do they make the grade?

whoof whoof
sup sup
no table scrap tonight baby
come on beat me at my game
what did it to you
the pounding? the cracks?
dont get me on my knees
you may never go back

Whoof!

Dunno what's in the water there, girl, but perhaps I could sup 'o some of it. You just blew out the klystron on my microwave!

One minor technical suggestion: knight to bishop 3 I don't play chess, so I may be fulla shit here, but I think you have to say which side of the chessboard--e.g., knight to king's bishop 3 or knight to queen's bishop 3.

What am I saying?! Who would notice in that context?

And, well, nevermind, 'cuz, well

leave fingerprints on my plasticine

and pound me motherfucker
before it sets

is nevvvver evvver gonna leavvve me lookin' at model sets quite the same way ag'in. Never.

EEEExxxxhhhhaaaalllleeee sssslllloooowwwwllllyyyy.

Thank you very much, dear. :ironic: Now I won't be able to sleep all night.

 

[SeattleRain]

forking the king?

there is klystron in my water
and radiation in my air
sleep sleep if you dare

the princess?
the prince?
do they make the game
do they make the grade?

whoof whoof
sup sup
no table scrap tonight baby
come on beat me at my game
what did it to you
the pounding? the cracks?
dont get me on my knees
you may never go back

Whoof!

Dunno what's in the water there, girl, but perhaps I could sup 'o some of it. You just blew out the klystron on my microwave!

One minor technical suggestion: knight to bishop 3 I don't play chess, so I may be fulla shit here, but I think you have to say which side of the chessboard--e.g., knight to king's bishop 3 or knight to queen's bishop 3.

What am I saying?! Who would notice in that context?

And, well, nevermind, 'cuz, well

leave fingerprints on my plasticine

and pound me motherfucker
before it sets

is nevvvver evvver gonna leavvve me lookin' at model sets quite the same way ag'in. Never.

EEEExxxxhhhhaaaalllleeee sssslllloooowwwwllllyyyy.

Thank you very much, dear. :ironic: Now I won't be able to sleep all night.

 

[Tzara]

Monk

Euphonious
your rhythms rise from
rows of writhing keys,
Thelonious.


( OK, enough of that jazz. Now I have to go think about something else. I'll be back later, rain goddess.)

 

[Tzara]

insomniambulist

more than my water's
steaming
microwaved on high
esteeming
o i am too shy
believing
in
those
furious
blue words
that
scrape me
sap me
tap me
tape me to the wall

the plaster's cracking in my house
shedding little flecks
of white stuff all around the floor
i'd better hammer in some nails
to hold those walls up
or would screws be better?

I dunno
there's kneeprints in the snow
of plaster powder on my floor
and Lethe's dropped her offer
for my evening's repose
and my breathing isn't even
nor is my pulse i know that
often fine chess pieces
may only be for show but now i feel
an iron rook left watching the four
exhausting fated moves to fool's mate

while in the room a woman comes
i go try thinking of Michael Angelo
but instead mind dwells on Histoire d'O

there is klystron in my water
and radiation in my air
sleep sleep if you dare

the princess?
the prince?
do they make the game
do they make the grade?

whoof whoof
sup sup
no table scrap tonight baby
come on beat me at my game
what did it to you
the pounding? the cracks?
dont get me on my knees
you may never go back

 

[SeattleRain]

They tell me-
there are no results
they tell me-
check your spelling
try more general words
try different words that mean
the
same
thing

well goddamn
if that don't beat all diving headlong
into old faithful coming up on 12:20 my time

slide into vinyl
silver strap and buckle
tarnish me with sulfur eruption
chip the flint sharp edged and
leave the powder behind

puncture the vinyl
let skin breathe
breath skin in with thye sweat of
geology and friction

story of O
or
story of I?

whose knees crush the powder
whose thumbs press the stain?

~

there is no believing
or doubting the blue words -- once they start
they just are
write now
think later

~

insomniambulist

more than my water's
steaming
microwaved on high
esteeming
o i am too shy
believing
in
those
furious
blue words
that
scrape me
sap me
tap me
tape me to the wall

the plaster's cracking in my house
shedding little flecks
of white stuff all around the floor
i'd better hammer in some nails
to hold those walls up
or would screws be better?

I dunno
there's kneeprints in the snow
of plaster powder on my floor
and Lethe's dropped her offer
for my evening's repose
and my breathing isn't even
nor is my pulse i know that
often fine chess pieces
may only be for show but now i feel
an iron rook left watching the four
exhausting fated moves to fool's mate

while in the room a woman comes
i go try thinking of Michael Angelo
but instead mind dwells on Histoire d'O

 

[Tzara]

whose knees crush the powder
whose thumbs press the stain?

whose knees crush the powder
whose thumbs press the stain?
whose body lies under
the priestess of rain?

does he covet her thunder?
do her words cause him pain?
can one split them asunder
for one's personal gain?

since no longer is slumber
something mine to attain
let me unload my lumber
let me turn off the main

and rebuild and rewire my trepidant home
paint walls blue and be lonely but not wholly alone

 

[Tzara]

Dog. Grrr. All.

The Iowa Writers' Workshop™ Cheerleaders
Root Their Team On to Victory

And May Almighty God Bless Their Swell Svelte Verbal Souls, Amen!

Gimme a P!
PPPPP!
Gimme an O!
OOOOO!
Gimme an E!
EEEEE!
Gimme an T!
TTTTT!
Gimme an R!
RRRRR!
Gimmee another E!
EEEEE!
Gimme a C!
CCCCC?!

Oh, sorry.

We meant
gimme another T!

TTTTT!
And gimme a Y!
YYYYY!

What's that spell?
POETRECTY!




(microphone background buzz)

OK.
We fucked up, OK?

Drop the C, people.
We made a mistake.

Forget it, OK?

(Hmmph.)


OK.

Ready? OK!

What's that spell?

O! (UIWW alumni voices swell, ecstatically)

POETRY!
POETRY!
POETRY!


Annnnnnd...
Go team!

(Confetti from small circulation journals is flung
into the air. General celebration. Backslapping.)

2005.12.01

 

[Nickie Smiles]

Black eyes swell
no food intake
to bathe would be a waste
lipstick only gets
smacked off

involuntary
she's slowly dying

I can't watch anymore

More than a card shark
he needs to be
thrown out to sea
to meet the real ones
I hope it's a Great White

 

[Nickie Smiles]

Reel me in. I'm the fish
you've hungered, who's nibbled
and teased
even in your dreams.

I won't be your fantasy any longer.
I've watched the knee slappin'
frustrations. It was the same
for me too. You didn't know.

I will eat what's offered
instead of running away
with only a taste,
and my tail to be seen
then quickly disappear.

Just promise to do the same,
but don't swallow me whole.
There's a heart there, too.

 

[voyeuresse]

.

lonely​

.

 

[flyte]

He had a photograph
of his little dog chip
that made the shy girl laugh
then bite her lower lip.
She hadn't mean to smile
it just happened to her face
she'd been sad for quite a while
locked in an ugly place.
The old man saw and recognised
the sadness in the child
too young she did not advertize
and yet she was beguiled.
In later years she'd tell her child
about the man and dog
and how, inspite of all, she'd smiled
so clear in memories fog

 

[Nickie Smiles]

.

lonely​

.

Speak to me of your loneliness,
rest your head on my shoulder,
and don't fret
when tears drip to my neck.

Scream words of pain
with pencil and paper
when you toss and turn at night.

It'll tire your eyes, but don't be surprised
you'll wake on top of the pad,
then see a beautiful sunrise
that once seemed very dark
no matter what you had done in the past.

Speak, write, scream if you must.
You won't be alone in the end.

 

[bogusbrig]

It was late
You were not here
I was alone
And on TV
Emmanuelle Beart
Was taking off
Her clothes

So I took out
My cock
And wanked
Over the TV
And I feel no guilt
For this
Adultery

 

[flyguy69]

In a hall of mirrors beauty
runs deeper than the eye
that stares into the depths
reflecting upon the origin
of sight. Is the birth
of beauty there, at the far
reaches of light leaping
here? Or here, in the eye
itself, tumbling out of sight?

 

[Man Ray]

I know this sounds superficial and trite but I do want to make you feel alright.

I'll gather together all our troubles, send them flying away, attached to a runaway kite.

Leaving you and I to enjoy a silly, soppy and well deserved romantic life...

 

[champagne1982]

In a hall of mirrors beauty
runs deeper than the eye
that stares into the depths
reflecting upon the origin
of sight. Is the birth
of beauty there, at the far
reaches of light leaping
here? Or here, in the eye
itself, tumbling out of sight?

Yes, I see. Infinity is defined
through one walk through this hall.
Reflection on reflection
can only bring to light
what beauty there is to see.
My eye has never defined
the farther reaches. Light,
in my view, pierces, until
lids fall over the orbs
and they tumble no more.

 

[Guest]

This hall of mirrors distorts
images of normalcy
bending will to weaken
and bowing out thin resolve.
Beauty beaten into submission,
hollow laughter mocking
reflections we could forget
if it wasn't for the glass
forever echoing the phantom.
This way out is a cul-de-sac
so we turn back hopefully.
There is a light at the end
of all this fun.

 

[Tzara]

My Reading List

Funny.

It is a thing dark and fuzzy at the edges
a benevolent mold or
something, growing ecstatically ever
faster, faster. Spores caught
on mind's windowsill,
just like sainted sweet Mary's,
where a thin luxuriant agar captures,
feeds
it

and there it slays it slays that fat pneumococcus of
oh, idleness

and you do
as do you
as you
you

as you do.

Can I complete this knowledge for another day?

 

[Vampiric_Mirage]

Lacking,
always lacking.
With critical judgement she found herself wanting...
Unable to form that perfect line,
useless at creating a stanza to awe the world.
Useless at creating any sort of stanza.
Unhealthy from lack of sleep,
from lack of food,
from lack of life,
hiding in her make-believe world,
revealing everything and nothing
as she recreates herself nightly.

Failing,
once again,
tears fall unchecked,
lacking their former passion,
empty moisture that leaves her body and mind cold.
Ready to give up,
her mind muddled by her lifestyle,
clouded by every failure
(real or imagined),
she stops typing,
letting go of her only escape,
however weak it may be...

 

[Vampiric_Mirage]

Finally able to speak if only we could.
Times have changed as I wished they would,
so why do I wish for the comfort of your voice,
and the softness of your hands?

Why do I wish you were home tonight,
alone and touching me across the miles?


Damn me for being weak,
damn you for being strong,
or is that weak?
With you nothing is certain.

Our roles are muddied at best
we are both master and slave and nothing at all.


Friendship is a beautiful word,
if only this passion could be cooled,
controlled,
completely eliminated?...

I prefer your mind to your body,
yet that does not stop this hunger.


I wonder do you read my words,
do you ever return to this place,
seeing the secrets that I revealingly hide
inside my heart and soul?

Can you see what I try not to say,
can you unravel the secret of my universe?...

 

[Luv2PleasureF]

I can't forget, I never will
I couldn't if I tried
I can only bury these feelings
Of a love worthy of fairytales

But like a coffin lifted from the ground
From a torrent of emotion
Washed from it's rest by a flood of tears
It has no home, my love has no expression

Sadness, lonliness, wondering,
Wishing for communication
Wanting you to remember
Those latex "killers" were because we'd met
And they were there since the move
To the place we too briefly both called home

Now it is only a house,
A place I rest my weary and emotionally beaten head,
The only smiling face
Belonging to a four-legged friend.

At least now I know for sure
The old adage is true
Because my heart is broken
And my buddies don't want me to play cards anymore
Since I keep taking everyone's money on Friday nights.

I came across a letter I wrote,
One I never sent
To whom I thought might one day be my Mother-in-law
Tears welling up in tired eyes,
Sadness is a potent drink mixed with anger
Toward she who I blame for losing a love so dear

I can't forget...

I can't forget...

I can't forget...

I don't want to forget.

Damn the fear,
Damn it all,
I only wanted
You to be near

It's not a game
And definitely not play
Nothing has changed
I love you more each day.

A new Av to represent who I want to be
Dreams of being your superhero
Hiding behind a mask and a smile
My fading hopes of holding you
And kissing away your tears

I can't forget...

I can't forget...

I can't forget...

I don't want to be miserable without you...

 

[Tzara]

THE LADY AND THE TYGER
A Play in Two Scenes

SCENE I

(A bare stage, starkly lighted by God.)

WILLIAM BLAKE
.....Tyger Tyger burning bright,
.....In the forests of the night:
.....What immortal hand or eye,
.....Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

A READER
.....That's a poem about my girlfriend!

WILLIAM BLAKE
.....Apbst!

SCENE II

(Later.)

WILLIAM BLAKE
.....Tyger Tyger burning bright,
.....In the forests of the night:
.....What immortal hand or eye,
.....Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

ANOTHER READER
.....That's a poem about a duck.

WILLIAM BLAKE
.....No, it's about a tyger. And nature. And God.

.....I think.

ANOTHER READER
.....No, it's about a duck.

WILLIAM BLAKE
.....O rose, thou art sick!

ANOTHER READER
.....My name is not Rose!

.....And it's about a duck.

(A fistfight.)

CURTAIN