September 2011
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the end of a short affair
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed to …
she kept saying “o my God, you’ve got beautiful legs!”
it was all right until she took her feet off the ground and wrapped her legs around my middle.
“o my God, you’ve got beautiful legs!”
she weighed about 138 pounds and hung there as I worked.
it was when I...
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the spider
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick. while she was at work I got down on my knees in the kitchen that afternoon and prayed. I was not a religious man but it was a very dark afternoon and I prayed : “Dear God : if you let me live, I promise You I’ll never take another drink.” I kneeled...
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texan
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair which falls all the way down her back to her ass. the hair is magic and shoots sparks as I lay on the bed and watch her combing her hair. she’s like something out of the movies but she’s actually here. we make love at least once a day and she can make me laugh any time she cares...
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the drill
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once. now I sleep in her bed. he phones her : “I want my drill back. have it ready. I’ll pick the children up at ten.” when he arrives he waits outside the door. his children leave with him. she comes back to bed and I stretch a leg out place it against hers. I was young once too. human...
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the escape
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you then when she’s satisfied she’ll kill you still in her embrace and suck the blood from you.
I escaped my black widow because she had too many males in her web and while she was embracing one and then the other and then another I worked free got...
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tonight
“your poems about the girls will still be around 50 years from now when the girls are gone,” my editor phones me.
dear editor : the girls appear to be gone already.
I know what you mean
but give me one truly alive woman tonight walking across the floor toward me
and you can have all the poems
the good ones the bad ones or any that I might write after this one.
I know what...
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trapped
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin ; don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
she’s long ago forgotten me.
she’s trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette than ever.
she is a child and a mannequin and death.
I can’t hate that.
she didn’t do anything unusual.
I only wanted her to.
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another bed
another bed another woman
more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
other eyes other hair other feet and toes.
everybody’s looking. the eternal search.
you stay in bed she gets dressed for work and you wonder what happened to the last one and the one before that … it’s all so comfortable— this love-making this sleeping together the gentle kindness …
after she...
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me
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech. I know this because I’m a woman.
hahaha, I laughed.
so don’t worry about your breakup with Susan because she’ll just leech onto somebody else.
we talked a while longer then I said goodbye hungup went into the crapper and took a good beershit mainly thinking, well, I’m...
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fuck
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
it’s only human. now we’ve got to do it. I’ve got to do it after all that bluff. it’s like a party— two trapped idiots.
under the sheets after I have snapped off the light her panties are still on. she expects an opening performance. I can’t blame her. but wonder why...
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ashes
I got his ashes, she said, and I took them out to sea and I scattered his ashes and they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with green and blue pebbles …
he didn’t leave you any of his millions?
nothing, she said.
after having to eat all those breakfasts and lunches and dinners with him? after listening to all his bullshit?
he was a brilliant man.
you know...
one of the hottest
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powdered and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled but she still had the ass of a young girl and the legs were good. she wore blue panties and I got them off raised her dress, and with the TV flickering I took her standing up. as we struggled around the room (I’m fucking the grave, I thought, I’m...
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numb your ass and your brain and your heart—
I was coming off an affair that had gone badly. frankly, I was sliding down into a pit really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with a large bed covered with a jeweled canopy plus wine, champagne, smokes, pills and color tv. we stayed in bed and drank wine, champagne, smoked, popped pills by the dozens as I (feeling shitty and low) tried to get over this affair that had gone...
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sweet music
it beats love because there aren’t any wounds : in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or Ives or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boils the eggs counting the seconds out loud : 56, 57, 58 … she peels the eggs, brings them to me in bed. after breakfast it’s the same chair and listen to the class- ical music. she’s on her first glass of scotch and her third...
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sexpot
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close. but I didn’t go home with him because he knew I was with you.”
“thanks a bunch,” I said.
she was always thinking of sex. she carried it around with her like something in a paper bag. such energy. she never forgot. she stared at...
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I've seen too many glazed-eyed bums sitting under...
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman.
have you seen the animal-eater documentaries?
they show death.
and now I wonder which animal of us will eat the other first physically and last spiritually?
we consume animals and then one of us consumes the other, my love.
meanwhile I’d prefer you go first the first way
since if past performance charts mean anything I’ll surely go...
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the 6 foot goddess
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women always seem small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate and art and flies from Texas to see me and I fly to Texas to see her— well, there’s plenty of her to grab hold of and I grab hold of it of her, I yank her head back by the hair, I’m real macho, I suck on her upper lip her cunt her soul I mount her and tell her,...
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you
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands paws like a cat your bright red nose and the biggest balls I’ve every seen. you shoot sperm like a whale shoots water out of the hole in its back.
beast beast beast, she kissed me, what do you want for breakfast?
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Sandra
in the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
she’s always high in heels spirit pills booze
Sandra leans out of her chair leans toward Glendale
I wait for her head to hit the closet doorknob as she attempts to light a new cigarette on an almost burnt-out one
at 32 she likes young neat unscratched boys with faces like the bottoms of new saucers
she has proclaimed as...