Tuesday, July 31, 2007


by the words.
and her.
how to convey.
how to describe.
how to
explain the experience
being near enough to touch.
near enough to catch
and remember her fragrance.

the lilt of her punchline and
the smile of her laughter.
the succulent curves
of her posterior
and marble sculptured bodice
that accentuate
her exquisite-ness
and serve to make her
a work of art.

and me —
i'm simply a patron

Monday, July 30, 2007


my brain my mind
my body and head
the life i lived
the things i've said

when you hi-jacked them
you got me
you hold me captive
and i've swallowed the key

Sunday, July 29, 2007

.25 [the feeling of revealing]

i love the feeling
of revealing
while you stay guarded
i write - but i receive no reply
it's not polite. and that's the reason why
i'll call but you'll just put me hold
and make me wait frozen & cold
so i just sit here at home
write down these poems
by now you should know 'em
they're all about you
and i don't even show 'em

Friday, July 27, 2007


it is not as if i haven't been writing.
i do that every day.
i have no choice in that matter.
what i allow you to read -
i have control over that.
you might understand that i am deeply smitten.
i have lost sight of whether these poems 
show i'm suspect to being half-crazy.
but i think again, they actually prove i am.

who else would so cordially,
so archaically express himself this way.
afraid of rejection and almost certain of receiving it,
i have become that social retard,
and as such the writings
have gotten more sorrowful and even masochistic.

i will post again,
and as i continue to write,
it shows i continue to keep you alive deep within myself -
albeit in an idealistic and perfect way -
and that is based on you and
what i have enjoyed all about you.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

.23 [questionnaire]

could you really be this desireable?

what is it about you that attracts?

and repels?

what do you hear when you listen to the sound of your own voice?

which fragrance is the one that most appeals to you?

how does it feel to run your fingers through your hair?

do you taste as sweet as you seem?

what do YOU see when you look in the mirror?

what could you possibly think about me?

Wednesday, July 25, 2007


give me a minute or two
to look into your eyes
to smell your hair
and figure out
which panties
you have on 
beneath your skirt

my plan's to please
so just give me a minute
to examine your fingers
and finger those golden curls
peeking through
the rest of them

Sunday, July 22, 2007

.21 [be prepared]

i wasn't prepared
for all this
now i'm not sure
just what to do
in order to have
and to get to you

i'll wear your ring
and take your peg
get down on my knees
and beg

or bend you over
and beat your ass red
make you scream to stop
repeating words that i've said

are you an evil girl
or just a pretender
are you strong and tough
or rare and tender

Thursday, July 19, 2007


i love your crazy 'out-there' ways
i love your curly 'kick-ass' waves

i love your little black girl nose
i love your sexy painted toes

i'll take you anyway i can
just to make you my woman

i'll work hard like never before
just to clean your bathroom floor

i'll do your homework - even the math
and drink the water from your bath

Sunday, July 15, 2007


the jerk within
is thirsty again
and the quench
is mightier than
all the violence
from all the chaos
in this universe
and then what?
how best tame it?

and as I crawl the walls
until the walls crawl me—
my passion evolutes,
while the breezes
of my virtuous and
mighty-mirrored self
waft gingerly
and again and again I am swimming
through seas of paper trials
and spongey errors
bouncing in a way
no other way can satisfy

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

.18 [anna i wanna]

anna i wanna
and i'm a-gonna
get you things to adore

diamond tiara
and ferragamma
dolce gabbana & more

my weimeraner
jumped right up on ya
when you came through my door

like babylonia
i had to warn ya
he's never done that before

that lethal ganja
from tijuana
compared to you is a bore

melt like a sauna
that black madonna
lays me out on the floor

Monday, July 9, 2007



the luckiest
day of
the year

and I
got to
spend it
with you

Saturday, July 7, 2007

Me And The B3

photo by David, taken at Harvelle's Redondo Beach 07/07/07

Friday, July 6, 2007


it must get difficult
being the daughter
of a revolutionary