Thank You For Your Sex™ – Lena.FM

That stupid bass player I dated, I ended up writing a song about him. Don’t judge.

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Throw the sun in a cage. Lock it. Drop the drool on a wall. Lick it. Slide the fader a notch Down, Eat your ice-cream in red, Clown! All my gifts in my hands – Needing, Like a burn – or a bird, Bleeding. It’s alright, lose the fight, Pout. It’s my sun in the [...]

Here we go. I was thinking about French existentialism human communication when I was writing it, and after I re-read it, I thought, “Oh boy”.  I emailed it to a friend hoping she would deny any connection of this poem to the sex industry but she wrote back “Definitely a vibrator”. I was all, “No [...]

The texture of “never” is heavy.
Ne-ver.
Like a rock that falls to the bottom
Without landing.
Like you, never calling me “baby”.

These are random scraps I found on my computer. Don’t ask me what it means, I have no idea. I saw a madman on the train. His eyes were turned towards the skies. His dick was big, commercial big. Why, I could tell! I read them guys. Yes there was a continuation but it was [...]

SMILE OF A SNAKE Soft caress of an enemy – Nothing is stranger than that, if you are a woman. Nothing makes you a better warrior. Technorati Tags: love, poem, poetry, proust’s envy

A poem about love and a short attention span.

I am finding all these scribbles now all of a sudden. They are grinding, They are grinding All you want and All you are. Who was hoping? Who would care? No, they don’t, They only mar. All you dreamt When you were little – All you knew Was true and right – In the toilet! [...]

Before the music was stolen,
Before it was tied to bed
By a nurse with a china head
Whose lips were bleeding with honey -

Before her throbbing composure
Was kindly helped to its knees
And even allowed to please
The Master Decapitatress

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The most erotic piece I’ve ever written.

I want you to take me
Ever so gently
I want you to take me
The way I like to be taken
I want you to take me,
Like mother of Pearl
Is taken by father of Hell.

I don’t believe in the Devil.
At night when I tire of fighting
And look for peace by the graves,
I hang with the dead in my head in my head in my head.

I want you to take me
Like mother of Sun
Is taken by father of Moon.
Soon.

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