3.09.10

van gogh's thick strokes can't
compare to his, never will
paint/skin glistening

who needs Giverny
when he's pressed close against me
so illicitly?

to hell with Man Rays
i will devote my days to
learn his body's ways

us, an (un)still life
a smeared, moving, blurry life:
my art and his (he)art

3.1.10

shape-shifter
i'm the mismatched sock
the talented, lonely jock
new kid on the block?

just one of the flock
Prometheus on the rock
the key... or the lock?

breather
my back breaking out
nasty thoughts snaking out, need
to take the time out

ode to beautiful men
don't need your largesse
we'd both prefer to caress
i knew you'd say yes

i'm part catalyst
part perfectionist; that's why
i got the chemist

2.15.10

in the basement, base thoughts

pretty man in class
deep voice, dark skin, timberlands
hmm.. here comes trouble

wing span = HUGE

like a manta ray
i'm too much to be captive
at home in vast seas

in acupuncture, i and ii

with needles poked in
after they left me, I cried
sudden achy tears

hands (and tears) helpless
there was no more pretending
that i wasn't stressed

to j!

sometimes less is more
from rolling hills... to flatlands
roaming, shirtless, free.

2.09.10

spam.

i've never understood why people find it to be that annoying. at this point, email servers all have excellent filters, in which you can find caught gems of phrases written by non-native english speakers trying to get me to buy sexual enhancement drugs. these literally almost wrote themselves.

be king of all holes
repair your passion motor
don't let porksword rust














catch the desire wave
sharpen your male bayonet
goal: male lever up!
















make her grotto wet
and hungry for love; repair
your passion motor

she likes it big so
get unfailing manhood and
ram her all the nights

no other pills can
help turn your meat shaft into
that big stiff weapon.

2.05.10 pt 2

I've recently been inspired by Rimbaud, whose bizarre French dreamscapes are the perfect mix of eerie, erotic, and beautiful.

tes dix doigts m'incitent
c'est lentement, au debut
mais ils me rendrent folle

your ten fingers incite me
slowly, at first
but they make me crazy

que tu es parfait
une trinité intouchable
une modele de force

how perfect you are
an untouchable trinity
a model of force

je m'agenouille
je vais faire l'eloge de toi
mon îdol, mon dieu.

i'm kneeling
i'm going to praise you
my idol, my god

ton chair, c'est comme les
prières des mourants a Dieu;
ferventes, chaudes, completes

your flesh is like
the dying's prayers to God;
fervent, hot, complete

1.05.10

My roommate's girlfriend got me Queer Magnetic Poetry for my birthday. (Again, the irony.) Possibly one of the best presents I got this year, minus a vintage Michael Jackson belt, because this means I can write haikus everyday standing in front of the fridge in the morning. It's been an interesting source of inspiration for the 'kus. There are lots of ripe words for use, but I'm limited to only what I have on the fridge.

Here's what I've gotten so far:

I
the leather dildo
transforms this commitment to
passionate wet sex

II.
ask, eat my gender
see her feel his intimate
baby touch me feel our












III.
I am hard to love
between open flames, there is
hot skin full of life

IV.
I have here a head
out only for show; no use
a big dressed up ball















V.
it must happen, change
after choosing the always
who can bear never?

VI.
together we hide
safe; body partnered with me
union, beautiful

why do I love chicago again?

nothing more lovely
than melting snow revealing
layers of garbage

10.25.09

moment of truth (dedicated to MCB)

utter clarity
i'd prefer to watch hulu
than sleep with you-lu

some things can't be taught

parting the red sea
being able to walk on water
dr dr droppin' it.

elbow deep in something slimy

when you stick your hand
into a full pumpkin it's
like birthing a calf.

not as perceptive as i thought

obliviousness
happens to the most of us
me, apparently

10.20.09

(a backlog of unpublished hatekus/sexkus inspired by my daily commute on the L)

accessory (to murder?)

ugly belt buckle
want to melt it down, make a
bullet to shoot you

the dream

like a monster truck
candy all up in my ear
in a falsetto

pointlessness

your futility
is epic; monumental;
Eiffel Tower-esque

yes, it's that bad

i'd rather feel your
flatulence against my face
than listen to you

from the pyramids to you...

his body, god-like
the eighth wonder of the world
pyramids:upgrade