I want to make a man crumble, fall to his knees at the sight of me-
is that too much to ask for?
Am I the only one who wants to be enthralled? Does that even happen anymore?
Sometimes when I laugh I dont know who is making the sounds that come out of me.
I am afriad, eager, tired, lonely, full and hungry. Repetitive and also new in every single second.
I am working left and right and lazying all around.
Contradictions, contradictions.
Walt Whitman said “Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain mutlitudes.” How many times did I just say contradict?
Pick a side, city or country, lover or loner? Heads or tails and any number 1 to 10.
I’m like my cat- sweet until not, mean when hungry, and then I throw up all the life I just inhaled.
Is it really all that simple? Am I really all that simple?
I read erotica in a candle lit room last night, and then closed my eyes and slept.
what a waste.
How do you know when a poem is finished?
Picasso once was asked, “how do you know when a painting is finished?”
He responded, “how do you know when you’re finished making love?”
I guess I’ll never know.
2024.11.25