Tag Archives: sex

Nephilim

Between thorny and immaterial, Heaven became them in the cold luminous light of Nephilim exacting double-exposure on celluloid.

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Morningbreak

  I want to eat Anne Sexton for breakfast like toxic cereal like bacon fat like sunbursts of egg yolk swallowed whole and washed down with a glass of fire (then I will spit up the flames burning down the … Continue reading

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Manual Labor of Like

   I had hoped to make out with Josephine during the movie, but the hand-job was completely unexpected.  Even after what Kenny had told me, I was still shocked when it happened.    Josephine was the cousin of Jenny, my … Continue reading

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Miss Roach

    Kenny named her Miss Roach. He named her that because of the stiletto heels she always wore.    Look at them—he’d always point at the heels first, as if she were an extension of the heels and not … Continue reading

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Overexposed

It is hard to see the man and woman overexposed in the milkbath of light, but allegedly this photo captures Adam and Eve right after Eden dissolved and Eve was mysteriously knocked up.

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Eden

It was no longer Eden, but the bones of Eden. They looked around, they glummed and chimped, they moped and wondered. Then what they did, ably penitent, refugees in their own backyard, they screwed to no avail. They screwed and … Continue reading

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Bedsores

In the permanent flophouse Love reigns supreme— A tried and torn migrant ready to drop from chronic fatigue.

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O’ Keefe, Yellow Flower

The sex of yellow, its pealed strife and resin. Or how a specter, a sensual crumple and crepe, butter-tongued, makes time with a pair of honeyed tonsils, coercing a holler, a yodel, aria raging blonde over brood, the Belle’s Seduction, … Continue reading

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Anne Sexton (1928-1974)

Anne Sexton: tall and lovely and dead, and I, turning the knob, want to get in and fuck her, but cannot, because she is dead. So really, I wanted to, past tense.                                                             The point being: how I wanted to … Continue reading

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