Surface. Signal. Structure.
"One baby to another says, "I'm lucky to have met you"I don't care what you think unless it is about meIt is now my duty to completely drain youI travel through a tube and end up in your infectionChew my meat for youPass it back and forth in a passionate kissFrom my mouth to yoursI… Continue reading The Land of Rape and Honey
"The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreathHer great veils rising and falling with the waters;The shivering willows weep on her shoulder,The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow. The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her;At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder,Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings;A mysterious… Continue reading The Eternally Collapsing Object of My Affection
The New Poetics 