Untitled (The First of Autumn)
The leaves rattle from the first dead windfall, Chains of winter upon the ground. In the alley above, a web of power-lines, And the moon, fat old tarantula, laying her billowy sacks in the sky.
Untitled (From a night in a trailer park)
Singing cheep love songs in a trailer park Written for some candy whore elsewhere in the world By a horny rocker drunk on fame. We sit and listen to the shit that must be said To slow down a short life going by too fast, But one can’t smooth out without shallowing, So our lives are worn down to wading depth. I forgot for a moment how deep it can go And shivered at the thought...
My favourite love poem: "Those Winter Sundays" by...
Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to...
'Love Poem' by Judson Crews
Oh, your thighs are numbered: Two But they are as the poles of the earth And all that there is Is Between them
From "You & I" by Leonard Nimoy
Yes, you are. I understand because I am too. Each of us exists separate and alone. This is your Spring, your precious time to blossom, to be. Will you be with me?
Within You Is Paradise
The touch of your skin reminds me That within you is Paradise. I know that Heaven lies at the back of your Throat, And indeed Elysium spreads forth from your Loins, That Eden takes root in your Rectum. I know the bones that prop up your humanity Can yet be purposed to pleasure me, That the muscles that ache from your living Can spring forth to spill my joy, That the places you mediate...
Untitled (Words I wrote after the rave, Words I...
In brick lined chasms we dance into abyss: Glitter and sweat and smoke. All that’s felt is human rhythm: She is an unheard melody Over the stereo’s quaking bass. We shout for love and you and damn all else; Tonight we rave the truth. We accept our lord is pleasure, And praise the gods of freedom in song. Tonight I rest in pools of liquid exuberance, Thinking of you.