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