8.27.10

feeling the stretch of
my legs, my muscles reaching
skimming just above

haikus for love, please
for world peace, cancer cure
all things beautiful

8.09.10

you don't read my work
you think it's bizarre-- pointless?
but how deep i reach

thinking about how
we and you and me might change
gives me a chill (thrill?)

at the black bottom
of deep seas, darker than death
our love swims, eyeless

i don't consider
myself a great artist but
it still feels special

i wish i could be
little bo peep, you're my sheep
fuckin' scram, will you?

4.22.10

should true love reveal
who you are, or do you have
to already know?

me: an old rag: torn
you: a Reinhardt: ultimate
canvas, or just flat?

Ad Reinhardt and one of his pieces

for Earth Day, I'd like
Mother Earth to envelope
me and let me rest

4.20.2010

boom!
i'm at maximum
potential: will i explode
or implode? unknown!

smash!
i want to break rare
fragile, expensive things;
but not your sweet heart

voila!
so i showed you my
dark corners spaces faces;
do you still want me?

peek!
biking in skirts gives
all the bland passerbys a
glimpse of something more

4.08.10

there's no room for me
in your overcrowded mind
[cue graceful exit]

10.29.10

i'm off haikus for the time being. mama's got a new pair of shoes.

I felt

I felt the apocalyptic pull of your body
and the cavernous space within your heart
I heard the echo as I flung my love in.

I felt monstrous in my desire to consume you,
Tendons, blood, brains, heart,
To boil your parts in a witches' brew.

I felt the blood rush to my face when our eyes met.
Not once, not twice: every time.
I touched your hot skin and wanted you with every preposition:
(beneath, beside, on top of, within) me.

I felt starved for you, always hungry, always growling.
I craved to have you at every meal.
I would have sneaked bites of you in between.

I felt myself becoming someone else,
a blend of romance novel cliche and neurotic crazy
Hairs on my neck always standing at attention.

I felt half eaten and bruised.
Before you I was a juicy peach, yet to be bitten.
As our legs intertwined, I believed, so were our fates.

I felt like a physicist attempting to refold the fabric of time and space.
Finding the equation that would make a circle become a square,
Trying to make nothing become what it is not.

I fell(t) down;
I struggled to get back up.

3.23.10

sorry, it's taken
a seat; an auction item
"sold", written in bold

yes, he's my lover
but the potential for us
falling in love? errr

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

3.08.10

lightness of being;
far from unbearable, it's
quite incredible.

3.05.10

my life partner Kline wrote me his first haikus today. they're lovely.

a haiku for when we will spend a winter's day somewhere--anywhere--together.

there's a man reading
a woman sleeping, under
the snowy sky

on brilliant séjour,
speak softly the local tongue;
spring will be awhile

-JKG














one day we'll see the Northern Lights together and hike the fjords of Finland.

3.04.10

the wonder of...

come and gather round:
a drumroll, please, sir....the one
and only: Teeny!!!

strongest girl on earth!
unload your burdens on her
she will bear them all!

and her heart of steel:
use your might, try and crush it!!
look... it stays intact!

a human dartboard,
her skin attracts sharp objects
zing! stab! throw them hard!

fire swallower!
burning questions, hot desire
down her throat they go!!

and on the tightrope
balancing, on fingertips
she will never fall!

and mind reading too!
the deep secrets of your mind
will be hers to know!!

but when the crowds leave
and the hot spotlights cool down
who is Teeny, really?

no phenomenon
is she; yet, neither is she
a fool. (so fuck you.)

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

2.23.10

so validating:
"you couldn't have looked cuter"
makes my day better!

always amazed at
the amount of giggling
that professors do

four hours of work
tedious, tedious things
it's the GA curse

of course she'd be in
a meeting at the moment
i want to head out.

what did i eat that
made my stomach decide to
launch a brutal coup?

dear my subconscious
please stop the weird blood dreams
and leave me in peace

2.16.10

i feel...
neurons firing
joints folding, bones rubbing skin
fingertips tingling

i think...
possible outcomes
and lots of scenarios
the permutations

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

2.05.10

five a.m. i'm up.
dreams with the same theme: failure
have chased me awake

eyes flew, open. wide.
black air of early hours
was all i could see

i feel too driven
like i'm a sperm, life's an egg
compelled to succeed

to find a way in
for a reason beyond me
only the impulse

2.04.10

sarah palin's book
i'm ashamed of it in public
but hooked in private

a sudden craving:
apple mixed with orange juice
i'm chug-a-lugging

i look it over
repeatedly, many times
and yet it stays fresh

i am determined:
jaxx, wag the shit out of your
tail for me. one day!

2.03.10

in honor of Toperation Pinocchio, occurring on 2.12.10, I have written the following:

#1
my wooden body
with your pinocchio touch
becomes flesh at last


















#2
pinocchio wears
michael jackson-esque gloves
do a crotch grab, plz!

#3
careful, wee puppet
don't play with fire, it can
burn and engulf you