Tag Archives: Poetry

With Great Show of Reality

With a great show of reality– there are two poets on a train that undertake fifty amorous theses. They are unaware of the crimes they are committing.
With their pencils, every little detail, which seems to them appropriate, is included. They rejoiced in the never–ceasing novelty of their thoughts.

The lover imagined and the love object…the sought after perfections of being in a state of  lack..
[Musk] Her body revolve around– seems connected to certain gravities; of expectations, juxtapositions and sequences.
The fires
of the body stoked by desire’s wish to witness movement imagined since that first encounter, waiting endlessly for the shop keeper.

Their theses were greeted with great applause. We are unsure of the means they employed, but powerful were their means, for all those who read their words — swooned

Advertisements

Species of Adoration

***

In my youth her beauty impressed me.

****

I poured out my body for her.

*****

All I love is worth ransacking heaven and earth for a few coins.

****

 When the service was over — finding her gone —I followed her and learned in doses what I desired.

******

 We communicated with sighs, which we pretended not to understand.

***

 She was ashamed, noticing that the linen was stained

****

 It was natural that I should love her—her death, a slight of hand —collusion between us.   

****

Among innumerable cameras watching us, was hidden the solemn gravity of love.

***

 What she pleases is dangerous….when does one know when one is safe?

**

 There are advantages to being depleted

*

 Victims of love are the least able to resist occupation.

**

 Discord, but another name for her affect on me.

***

 There are peculiar formations permitting us to glide over each other.

****

 Drawn apart produces great agony —in me — the more aggravated.

**

 She returned my passions with a red hot iron.

*

 Poems amorous: torn.

**

 In time her intrigues embittered my mind…I took my mind to pieces and examined its varied compartments.

*****

 The entire history of affection is expressed by an illusion of intervening connections.    

****

Expel all delusions!

***

 I have been pierced at regular intervals. gain and again….

*****

 

 Paris is no longer in danger.

 

paris is no longer in danger.