Epigrams
¶ In lamb-white heat, quiet shadows slept. Heavy air glazed the rooftops,
trees, and the day is long, and there are many days.
Elegiac couplet after "Mystery and Melancholy of a Street", by Giorgio de Chirico. December, 2024
¶ Aéginus and Héliogabale
A Ballade after the play by Jean Genet.
The rain falls. Aéginus the Pilgrim enters from darkness,
And from her hood pours forth her flaxen locks.
She has come to drink of godflesh; to take of the wine from
within her lover’s primrose chalice lips,
In soft marble skin to brush the divine,
Where heavens blur the earth. The rain still falls.
The rain falls. Héliogabale the Whore spurns the pilgrim’s prayer,
And on latrine walls, seeks her lover’s scorn.
She has come to spurn her godhead; to meet her martyrdom,
And in her death a plainer sainthood find.
In earthen skin she dreams the altar’s collapse, sun torn from man
at Aéginus’ hands. The rain still falls.
Now, at her hand from heaven hurled, I seek her tenderness
(That grace, which, once, I shunned with haughty tongue),
And find unyielding ice. I am burned in the fire, I am ground into dust,
And scattered on the waters of the sea.
At fate’s whim I die; at hers I am lost.
She will not meet my gaze. The rain still falls.
November 23rd 2024
¶ she's got that kind of 1970s new york city it-girl pervert warhol-wannabe muse body with the soft delicate curves and the flat tummy and delicate skinny arms and zero body hair, smooth skin, soft and warm, and a skinny waist and everything that i tried my best to eating-disorder myself into back in high school. meanwhile i'm sweaty with big hips and musclebound and peppered head-to-toe dark mediterranean stubble, pocky skin with boils and pustules from futile attempts at epilation, a gut, and a stocky build while she is lithe.
Wednesday June 19th 2024
¶ Silence after a snowfall
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flflflfffflflf
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flttrng flks fll tndrly /
& come to rest upon a white
(leuco)
bed,
. piling
one
on
other
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. . . . . . ....CRNCH!P{"|}&&*(
pressed down from on high,
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)soft steps cease sounding leaving a palm,
a pad,
trailing
home
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Saturday March 23rd 2024
¶ Naja guten Rutsch alle zusammen
Monday January 1st 2024
¶ 7. Ἐγὼ δέ εἰμι σκώληξ καὶ οὐκ ἄνθρωπος, ὄνειδος ἀνθρώπων καὶ ἐξουθένημα λαοῦ.
Saturday December 30th 2023
¶ Quitad me de los ojos
esta niebla de siglos.
Quiero mirar la cosas
como un niño.
Jesús Lopez Pacheco
Friday December 1st 2023
¶ i want seven up
but outside frosty winds blow
and chill to the bone
Wednesday November 29th 2023
¶ That barista is so fucking pretentious. Not like me. I, of course, am a woman of the people
Friday November 24th 2023
¶ Two Thirds a Haiku:
My Heart is empty when I'm
Not with her (My Cat)
Monday November 20th 2023
¶ Une clope, une clope ! Mon royaume pour une clope !
Sunday November 19th 2023
¶ Morning Prayer of a Transsexual - After Petrarch, Sort Of
Εκ του ύπνου εξανιστάμενη, με καρδιάν καθαράν ειπέ:
On murky Lanes through Wet and Cold I trudge
O’er Shade of gnarlèd Boughs I lay my Pace
The Paths diverge and set my Heart to race;
Betide me Woe if choosing I misjudge.
In Daytime’s glimmering Rays of Light I bleed
Warm Blots of Scarlet fall on Marble cold
And thus corporeal Lead will stain with Gold;
A Balm my Flesh to soothe in Hour of Need.
Eleison me, o Lord, by Mercy great!
And open up my Lips, to sing your Praise,
Your Kiss upon them, placing, Lord, revive -
in me, anew, clean Heart, and Sin abate,
And guide me, Lord, and Strength within me raise,
In Body's Chrysopoeia to survive.
Saturday November 18th 2023
¶ It's always such a strange feeling seeing girls in early HRT and already being able to tell how gorgeous they're going to be. With a starting point like that... fieri sentio et invideor...
Friday November 17th 2023
¶ Ethan's Law: if you take any subject and dumb it down enough it eventually becomes business; follow it in the other direction and it eventually becomes math.
Thursday November 16th 2023