New Path by Jason Cianelli
I look down the road,
Nothing is familiar.
Am I lost?
One foot in front of the other.
Perhaps like a child
I stayed close to home.
But I grew.
The big hill -
now only a small slope.
I am not lost.
I look behind:
The Familiar and beaten path.
I look ahead:
The Unfamiliar.
Success.
Razor, pleasure zone, blood, odor
blade, sharp cut, shaving cream, smell, shaven
amazing, soap, zipper, unshaven, unzip
cul-de-sac, shave me, clit, close to skin, apple bottom, smooth as a baby’s behind
Red, tub, sensual, straight edge, water
Rigid Hearts
break and shatter!
So I made myself pliable
- for you…
I gave in a little,
and then I bent over backwards!
My face is still in between my feet,
with a plastered on smile
- for you…
Yoko Ono and John Lennon by Tom Blau
You are my John Lennon,
and I am your Oko.
We can discover uncharted territories
in our hearts and minds and bodies.
Let’s take a trip baby
you can be my guide -
go on an expedition
to the heights of the moon and the depths of the sea.
My long haired lover -
you can take me there
hold my hand and walk with me.
And if I should run,
Run by my side -
I will take you there over and over again.
Open the gate
and eat the fruit…
"Dancing Skeletons" by Edward Burra
“Do my phone calls lead you on? She said that my phone calls lead you on…”
Was that a rhetorical question – or are you really that stupid?
No, it was the promises, always the promises.
I promise
Well I guess all promises were made to be broken
Like the teeth that they slip through!
Oh noble man!
How perfect are those teeth
They are a beautiful picket fence that guards your mansion!
Up the pathway, into the heart of your house
Open the closet and let your skeletons out!
They will dance for you with so much more fervor than I ever did!
Dance skeletons, Dance…
Count those pickets on the fence!
One, two, three!
Is the correct number there?
Oh noble man!
How well you are dressed
in tailored suits that are pressed so neatly!
Let me take them off
and view your nakedness.
In all its splendor – the body of Adonis
and the mind of Narcissus!
And your impotent member,
as impotent as the heart you try to love with…
Oh noble man!
How sweet are your words
They roll off of your tongue like the lyrics of a siren!
Coming from your hollow cavern
to please itching ears!
Your promises, it was always your promises!
The sun rises, my heart anticipates;
Blood fills my heart, and it’s walls feel pressure.
Possibilities that the light creates -
Blood feeds the cravings of my born nature.
I am held by the warmth of the sun’s light;
The heat caresses my body and soul.
As the sun rushes to the top of it’s flight
My chest heaves and my being is whole.
I surrender everything to the day.
The sun plunges to the earth’s horizon -
I feel hollow, I wanted it to stay
Night – resilient heart waits for the sun,
The sun breaks, once again filling my heart
With the hope that comes from another start.
I did not intend to take another night off from the keyboard, but this memoir is just too excellent not to share! Enjoy!
"Hearts" by Norm Murray
Are you staring at that lady?
Yes.
Ha – Why?
I am trying to figure out which is the opening to her vagina, and which is her butthole.
She has her clit pierced.
Yeah – I noticed.
Would you ever do that?
No – I don’t think so.
Why not?
I don’t know.
Betcha that hurts.
I don’t know… Do I look like that when I am lying down?
Yes, exactly.
How can you tell which is her butthole?
Where the shading is – where it’s not so pink.
Well – I see that place, but then there seems to be a little divet between her butt cheeks – that you would think would be it.
That’s it.
Which?!
Between her cheeks…
Are you sure that’s what I look like?
Yes, lay down, let me see.
Yes, you look exactly like that – except your ass is bigger. It’s rounder – you have more of a hump.
Yeah – her cheeks are kinda flat.
Are you still staring at her?
Yes.
His eyes were pools of blue, and I fell in.
His waters were so warm and comforting and his sun bathed me. I rested, without a care in the world. I drank of his intoxicating cocktails and watched the blue sky hang over me. Land was so far away – but I didn’t care. Here I played with the mermaids and frolicked like a young nymph.
Ever so slowly dark clouds started rolling in. I saw them coming, in between each intoxication. Each time I swam for the shore, but the sirens sang their song lulling me back.
The storm hit fast. It was furious, as if no survivors were intended. The waves kept pushing me under. The water was dark. Each time I went under – the muffled sounds of the storm above screamed dully at me. But when I came up for breath – I could hear the wind screaming at me, “What are you doing here? You’re a fool. Drown in your folly!” His rain beat on me like hard pellets, cutting into my skin – but the blood only went to my heart. The salt water stung my nose and eyes, and the wounds seeping into my heart. I looked for his hand – but not even the moon or the stars would grace me with their light. I am alone.
His waters are ice cold, and I’m going under. My lips are blue, and my heart is full. My chest is heaving for some air but it is only taking in his frigid ice blue stare.
I’ve got the anger purple passionate blues.
It was just my imagination, running away with me.
Hot fudge sundaes make everything better.
So you’re my hot fudge sundae
Whatever.
When you first kissed me
Inky indigo night coated everything.
Black as the universe around.
And the sun like butter was leaking through the clouds.
I hate all colors, they’re too hard to keep inside the lines.
Your eyes, as green as grass on a summer’s day.
Your hair is black as the lava flow
as it snakes along the shoreline
Her eyes matched her fire red hair.
I’ve found somebody new
you will never break my heart in two again.
There is no one.
A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.
Do you even know what that means?
Your kisses are that of sweet strawberries
red, plump, juicy fruit
with green leaves on top and seeds on the outside
covered lightly with sugar.
There’s always gonna be another mountain.
Don’t give up, it’s just the weight of the world.
As the pomegranate is known as the Fruit of Hades,
In story books
You will be known as my one true love
…
Ok?
