http://slow.writerscafe.org/dith The original writings of author Dith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032309 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ah, can't sleep. Want your big f*****g hands all over me. I want you totouch me exactly where you know it's needed at any given moment, likeit's intuitive, because it is. Like how I do yoga when I'm high, allthe positions come naturally and into consciousness. I don't have tothink, my body d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/602497/ Vain intentions bent on VindicationForm a cloud hexagonStrangled beneathA hot sun, that melts itAnd can be computed as zeroIn the suburbs.My long pronunciations,quiet in the eyes of strangers.Prophecy to dead ears;Quick impressions bring rushed persuasions.Sun is blazing, your script�"sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/602496/ I don’t think love is the answerBut I am an animal;I never said it was a cure all.Every morning a new world startsTo tear down my old one and theSearch beings to an end.The morning is my end. Every morningEmpty dread sits in my stagnant face;He pulls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/546849/ He was a vultureOnly wanted me for my looksThe game of appearanceAnd subtle passionBores me profuselyWant to drownIn the oceanWant to be dragged downOn ball and chainSinking steadily in abyssWant to grow some gillsImagine the sightsI could seeImagine the transformationYou can't screamIn the oceanThe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/506945/ The time invites you like a dark stare inside limousine The sleep of all sleepTo barely awake on sofa, aloneTo see the dead as undeadin vision and memorywhen the time invites itSoft notes of mandolin in distant conversationfloating, foul intentpoured into pulled earsand thicker than meaningsuffers t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/496976/ Nobody wants to readA rape poemI keep tellingMyself, my voiceNobody wants to eatTheir own entrailsI keep tellingMyself, myThe boys stall adult lifeI just want to write a rapePoem on their wristsOr anyone’s wrist forThat matter is most dreadfulWipe the napkin to your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/483274/ The red button has already been pushedA technical solution to every social problemA Christian moral to every legitimate law An ideological faction within the atomistic stateGroup identity and social relations live onThe expense is the individual who never wasHe is alive in theory,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/482330/ Large scale annihilationOf the dominant speciesTonight, tonight, the skyIs awake like superbug Bacteria lovingly fashionedPandemic in lab, lurching http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/477866/ She takes me to campAnd there's no inappropriate behavior allowed!Step 1, Step 2, Step 3Make out with meThe first disclosureKumbaya in a twisty strawSipping my gender identitywith a winkMonochromatic love in red and greenframes in lush shapes to enhancethat desire, to enforce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/466037/ I feel like you have something I could have. I could even take down George Orwell's arguments.Back to the world: I stammer backinside it, it feels gigantic;it makes me piss myself.He watched my squat in the nighttimestreetside light, before the scooter ride:"Nobody's here,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/466036/ In the beginning—the wound is invisibleTime moves—like sickly skeletonThe pain—remains by its elusivenessWith no interpretation—without possibilityA visceral grid—of nameless natural crueltyWith mysterious happiness—inbound and diffused http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/445167/ A default amnesia has ended this lifeResulting in limitless lunar dustSightless signifier, empty spaceGiant hand of grandfather to claspCasket lowered to the earthShrieks of disbelief: it wears a maskSad yelps of thundering love goodbyesGoodbyed and difficult, leaves us Like a travel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/441996/ In the house that I hateAnd the people I dread to meet.We convene with regularity.We go wherever you go;We know whatever you know.They know me before I know What their quiet laughter means.Tasteless and silent,Cutting through my everywhere.Impaled like a speared fish.Green spar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/434586/ not really a poem just quasi-related ruminations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/434569/ The day waits for meThe 4th day in July sips teaBe who you are, be yourselfPorno victims and madlib smutHumility party and you’re not invitedThe green ooze ballets on the skyThe yellow heat in cigarette airStore sales and shop cart surfingNight casts shadow on the ill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/428068/ I could speak plainlyor dress my language inheavy ugly symbolslike lead shacklesand slackened somethingsI could speak plainlywhen the sun is newand my skin is hotand the muggy airsuffocates the poursand speech dissolvesinto heated beads of sweatI could flick my hairto o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/424454/ Everything is ok because I have everything I need. Everything in place, security. I have everything I need need need. I have everything I need need need. There are mouths to feed. I have everything I need need need. Doesn’t stop, doesn’t stop. The panic is placated. Placed in a coffin. P.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/424360/ Inopportune innuendocall it innate condition of the ageDigital publicgleaming phosphorescenceIllness dripping from mouthto body to floor to air to bodyFields of energy flowMinds dancing between and withinpulsating beats in bodyblank space and dense energyDeep a******s with numb s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/421055/ I have no hands.And I have no feet.Now I have no arms.Now I have no legs.Now I am just a body.Now I am just a soulWith nothing to do.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/420441/ We’re climbing numberless stairs with orange beams. The stairwell. He’s taking out his keys; we’re walking and talking hurriedly. We’re home again. We’re smiling up the steps. We’re in the city. He feels so good, I feel our energy. I’m back where I never wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/418274/ I feel like Milli VanilliWith every word I writeIt's already been said, done, sung, performedExcept I don't make moneyHumility is a possessed virtueBut it doesn't instigate outputA web of words I've heard beforeAll uttered by other sources firstAnd subconsciously placed intoMy la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/418265/ "Limited Nuclear War"On oblivion of stuporA gilded age at its kneesA euphemism for every death groanNuclear experts speak language of abstractionSilenced from the death groans of nuclear earthThe abstraction of languageThe representation of reality, but not realityAccounts .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/417567/ Moment of sleep toward free association like our stoner and/or drunk speechassociating in that space of impermanencecoming closer to dying and freed fromstatic daytime droll life flies bylife in separate compartments thetech house fills my ears. Mmmmblow me up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/417565/ We are on drugs already when we are together.We feel the twirling pulse of resting bodies involvedIn each sequence, dreams inside one another thatStop still in skin prayers. Spiraling layers of Conditional matter. We are appropriate—Not merely humanity. I believe in fantasy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/415813/ horny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/415788/ what we all do in the mirror http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/415680/ Now free market’s not so sureWhich venture capital, which industries shall riseFrom the grave or birth from last quarter;Last epoch told us we’d be sure with libertyAt fingertrips, capital at doorsteps, and socialDependence a death sentence. Bridge the breechWith parliamentar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/414867/ I saw you dreaming of me;Face down in a pillow—drooling, gurgling.Dreaming of me. I was in your dreams.You never informed me. But I know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/414862/ I want your soulful murmur ringing in my earsI want to see the physical world in your eyesI want your stareFor as long as you can manageI want that pause, the infinite glanceI see god in you when I become youAnd I want your wordless experienceEvery second, every eternity it tookto lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/414853/ Still stoned from a night of palm trees and asphalt.It's left unsaidWith enough slights and pauses,The cameras are watchingOn street corners.You notice pictures with every glimpse.Out here in the cold with youTake turns, describe me.Glitchy techno surrounding meIn the car tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/414851/ We are sleep deprived,alive, in love with 1s and 0s and each other? Hardly at all.We are default lovers; he longedfor my ex and it showed in theattempts but I succumb tothe wrong one I’m not done with my punishment though I’velearned my lesson but shudder at new beginni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/414849/ Cloudy mind. My cloudy mind Resurfaces. Clouds. Mind in clouds.Mind in the clouds. Magic.I hate me. I hate clouds. I hate mind. I am external.All is beautiful in the world today.I am touching it in mind clouds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/414847/ exercise, trauma, energy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/413408/ Abstract, postmodern, spiritual http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dith/413407/