- Erotic Poetry
- Stateless
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Click hereWe are an eye for an eye
falcons soaring over Nabathean sandstone
desert verses
sinuous calligraphic curves
ululating vowels, glottal stops and thundering hoof beats
We are cultured introverts
deer bounding on autumn leaves in the Catskills
alternative histories
structured over high tea and Irish whisky
Harrow diction, a raised eyebrow and leather-soled oxfords
We are casual hedonists
fucking on a crusader's couch
strewn with Bedouin pillows
Ignoring politics
questions of nationality, and ethics
because nothing works
- COMMENTS
buttersabout 13 years agowhen taken alone, one element against another - too many differences... but only in the coming together, that moment of non-thinking, does any of it make sense.
whatever your intentions as the author, i love this. its language, its imagery, its ... richness.
Anonymousabout 13 years agothe multiple meaning of the word "state", I can probably tell you what this was run through and running against. Since we seem to be playing a game of knowing and unknowing, I leave it as that. A little uncertain?
Suggestion, do it with "quark", post it in that cheesy thread. That would be amusing.
Desejoabout 13 years agoAuthortwelveone: Actually, you'd be surprised at how much you DID understand! Thanks for the input regardless.
twelveooneabout 13 years agodesert verses from deserted senses
how the fuck did we get to the Catskills
Oh alternative universe
but I do have some questions
because nothing works
in my laborious quest
for a reason
Got One?
I'd love to hear it.
I did not vote
live4passionabout 13 years agofour.. you are blowing Me away. what a pleasure.
or perhaps.. 4 on the floor?
That last line took me down ;)
Neonuroticabout 13 years agoEach stanza is vivid as a photo embedded with your fine poetry.
