Godzilla Kisses

Gigantic snake between your legs
Have you ever considered currency trading?

Words I hate:

* Analytics.
* Brand.*
* Bright.
* Buzz.
* Clever.
* Currency.
* Deal.
* Demand.
* Driven.
* Goal.
* Identity.
* Networking.
* Niche.
* Performance.
* Practical.
* Smart.
* Traffic.
* Vision.



Words I like:

* Ambivalent.
* Carapace.
* Friend.
* Generalist.
* Intriguing.
* Revolt.



* Unless we're talking the application of fire, here.

Interested in talking
I like strong women
Luv to see and luv to show
Hello
Hey there
Hi
Hi :)
Love BBW ladies, hope to chat
Mmmm, I'd love to hit it!
Hi!
Sexy!
I Like a little bend
Hey
Hi
Discreet relationship
I'm a sexy man
Mutual respect and sexual satisfaction
Hi...
Always looking for unconventional
Let's get together
Wow!
Hey there
Hi
Very excited by your ad
Hello
I like your profile
Want sex
Want to talk?
I do
Hello
I am definitely interested
Hi

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(very rough draft)

Yes, I let him lead me to the bathroom.
Yes, I let him put his hands underneath my skirt.
Yes, I watched him wash them in the sink first.
Yes, he used a condom.
Yes, he didn't ask for my phone number.
Yes, I didn't ask for his.
Yes, he probably thought I was a slut
Yes, he probably thought I was fat
Yes, he probably thought I was fat and easy and gross and
Yes, not girlfriend material and
Yes, not much better than Kleenex and
Yes, not even worth taking home for a night and
Yes, certainly not worth cooking breakfast for and
Yes, I know, and
Yes, I fucked him anyway.
Yes, I came.
Yes, he came.
Yes, he came with relief on his face and
Yes, vulnerability, exposure, that was there too and
Yes, that's what I really look for and
Yes, that's what really excites me and
Yes, that's why I'll do it again, because
Yes, I will never know what he really thought of me and
Yes, he will never know what I thought of him and
Yes, that's the secret, I don't know and I don't care and
Yes, we were really just using each other and
Yes, I am OK with that and
Yes, it was easy.
Yes, I liked it.
Yes, I will do it again. But not with him.

In Praise of Chopped Liver

Chopped liver is terrible for you.
Though high in protein and iron,
it has enough fat and cholesterol to kill a small army.
Even as a young child I knew that the liver, like the kidneys,
is a garbage dump for waste products,
certainly not something to be ingested.

It's not elegant like pate.
It has not gained the homey comfort level of liverwurst.
It is lumpy, gray and, well,
it doesn't smell quite right.

I managed to avoid chopped liver for the first half of my life.
And then it happened.
While my initial reaction was revulsion,
I quickly came to understand what everybody had been clamoring about.
Its flavor was exciting but its texture was comfortable.
At the same time exotic and familiar,
it was truly and undeniably delicious.
I had tasted my first chopped liver.

The components of chopped liver are mundane at best, but the union of
liver, sautéed onions and hard-boiled eggs
transcends the ordinary nature of the raw materials.

The flavor stays true to its humble ingredients
yet when they are ground together
they become haunting and rich.
It is reminiscent of the flavors of the farm
but with a depth that reaches far beyond.
Chopped liver may be peasant food but
even peasants deserve to indulge.

It transforms the plain into the sublime.


(All text found at http://www.sallys-place.com/food/single-articles/chopped_liver.htm. There's a recipe, too.)

What I miss:
being so intimate with that part of you
that all euphemisms fall away --
no more rosebud, no more sunburst,
no more black-eyed Susan (or Samson, for you)
Perhaps only one metaphor for your anus
will still serve:
I've seen it pucker like it wants a kiss.
It doesn't yawn, but I swear sometimes
it smiles.

(from this entry)

1. (slightly modified from the original)

I have
estimated
that it is
not worth
my time
to learn
to spell
Floccinaucinihilipilification
much less
write a poem about it.


2.

Anita wore sparkly panties
for her turn on the trampoline.
She sewed on each sequin herself.
They were cut full and high,
and they were white.
The sequins gleamed silver in the summer sun.
Anita felt like a majorette
without a baton. She didn't need one.
She had a pleated skirt, navy blue,
flipping up, again and again.

Any relationship to current events in my life is completely coincidental.


Three Dreams of Teeth

( poetry inside! )

* I will marry the man (or woman) who can bring me a donut peach.

* I want to make out with your husband.

* Heirloom vegetables are folk music for the mouth.

* This tomato tastes like a banjo.

* The hybrid seed does not run true.

* I will wear a blushing gown.

dry aged for a week at my desk
I head for my massage on Friday night
for an hour of tenderizing
then marinate all weekend
awaiting the grill.

(written for cindymonkey yesterday, just because)


This morning
I had a crush on the world
but then it started acting
like a ten year old boy
who shows his affection
by putting snails in my lunchbox
and pulling my hair
so I'm angry at the world
and his inane little giggle
I want to push his face in the mud
and sit on his chest
and pull his hair
then he'll know
I love him too.

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It took me six months to write a poem for your wedding;
the marriage was over after three.

You belong in California

because baby, I don't eat breakfast cereal any more.

(still a draft)

Dirty But Not Cheap, Or, Luxury Goods

1. Easy To Love, Hard To Fuck

I don't have a chastity belt.
I do have a ring's worth of keys.

Penetrating my body is easy.
Picking locks is hard.
But I know what's found behind them:

Buried treasure.

2. Thirty-Second Speech On Why You Should Fuck Me

I talk dirty, but not cheap.

I have no shame.

I come so hard that on hot summer nights, the neighbors like to bring out their lawn chairs to listen.

3. Fuck You

Sometimes I wonder:

Broadcast tower or stereo receiver?

Amplifier or speaker stack?

Input or put out?

4. Flood

You say you like a tease, so
I am going to say this
with all my clothes on.

Underneath these clothes
I am wet for you
I am wet all the time for you
I have laundry bills like you wouldn't believe
for you

I bought a mattress cover for you
I wore it out for you

I hear that in the highest of high-end hotels
The suites have their own private fountain in the room
Install me in your bed, baby
And you've got your own luxury suite.

(this one's for tyrannio)

Dr. Williams:

Don't
write me
a poem,

fix me
breakfast.

( poem draft, a little raw in more than one direction. )

Missed Connections


I met you in the lobby
of the Broken Hearts Clinic

You were reading Women Who Love Too Much, I
Was reading the newspaper; a story
of people buying themselves bouquets of roses
for Valentine's day; another
about an epidemic of tires spiked with thorns

The doctor rummaged in my chest and told me
The incision was healing fine
No scars, no infection
He snipped the black thread x's
Holding me together

When I came out, you were gone
Paperback upended on the green chair cushion

I picked it up and tucked it in my bag.
If you want it back,
I have another appointment next week.

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