Wendy Grimsley's Writing for April 2008

the last epic poem

i wonder
how many of Sylvia's poems
were bullshit
and how much dope
did Ginsberg have to do
to block out the memory
of getting that dildo
stuck up his ass
and did Bukowski gag
at the reminiscent scent of pussy
lingering on his fingers
while the track horses
with their undulating motions
swelled his cock
with the thought
of being ridden
and whacked

but what do i know
the last epic poem i wrote
was a lie

Posted by Wendy Grimsley on April 27th, 2008 at 7:47pm — 3 Comments

consonance

sometimes a smash is called for when
i just want to be the ouroborous illusion
where genesis eats conclusion
and infinity never crosses paths
unlike a mobius flashes back to front
for an omnidimensional view
i'm chasing my tail -- ignorant
to the energy outside the meat
i am pushing the flesh and
tempting the particles to open like gates
and cross-contaminate this time-space
perception, boat rocking and unprotected
from the system shock of two…

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Posted by Wendy Grimsley on April 19th, 2008 at 1:09pm — No Comments