arigin

I am one condom away from spicule.

The branches of the elm hang from

diminished trees. Zyclon B crystals fall

thru the pee-hole before they explode:

our lovemaking has passed the poetry test,

rue, Midwestern and bergamot.

But I wanted feedback as if it was a debate.

How was it? Did it smell? I got tuckered out

gripping the cartoons unsayable spins

"heavens to murgatroid". But

you wanted more.

Human-witch.

We clothed quickly in the piquant

richness. Sweat takes on the shape

of the shore. Turtles have capsized.

Rocks give off the odor of a

paradox.

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

I get so caught up in all and I mean all your poetries of reality but Heavens to murgatroid drove me to laughter

[h d e rushin]

Oh, so you do remember Snagapuss.?...Thank you Donald....dana

[Tomás Ó C..]

The flirt. The fun. The f**k. Then run.

Romance in the modern age!

[h d e rushin]

love it Tomas.....romance in the modern age.......thank you my friend.....dana

[Ken Simm.]

The back end of romance. I'm tempted, (oh so tempted to add an exit stage right, but I won't). No I'm wrong this is not romance this is certainly not agape. This is the opposite. The other side. The difference between. what we feel about lovers who feel the same about us.
This is superb and a favourite. You are a clever sod you know my great friend. I am supremely envious of your skill

[h d e rushin]

Likewise my friend, about the envy part since the only thing I ever painted was in the third grade,
and even then it was paint by pictures....Thank you Ken for those kind words . You're a great painted and a very fine writer of poetry.....dana

[Marie Anzalone]

The same line got me, as got kortas. Damn...

It is said that we connect on 5 major levels during sex, or not at all if we are repressed for nay reason. There is the physical f**k, FWB, Lovemaking, touching the other's soul, and touching the divine. Few ever think about it, or that it could be a different need for each partner, each time.

This is not the issue.

The issue is when you can never be on the same page, reading form the same script. I lived with someone for four years whose sexual advances suffocated me. I have touched the face of God in a one night stand. I sometimes sleep with people iI do not love, and love several deeply I will probably never get the chance to sleep with. Sometimes, sex is sex. Often, it is less. Sometime,s it is blissfully more. Most of the tiem, we do not know until years later, do we?

[h d e rushin]

thank you my friend....so glad to hear your voice again..But just knowing that you are
safe is enough sex for a lifetime.....love always...dana

[Beccy]

The more I read of your poetry, the more I yearn for an evening conversation with you over a glass of good wine.

It would, I know, be a fascinating and enlightening journey.

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much my dear friend Beccy....and good morning to you....dana

[W.k.kortas]

Zyclon B falling through the pee-hole; romance may never be the same for me.

Like jacob, I too am an absolute sucker for Snagglepuss, whose presence always signifies the slightly comic and off-kilter is at hand. For me, this shows up in the afterglow of the final lines, which is no matter of either innocent kitten-like cuddling or regrat and remorse, but something else all together--a world a bit upside down, where turtles are uncertain in the water, and rocks give off smells. It's a bit more compact than your norm, but it carries the full package.

[h d e rushin]

you have to be as old as me wk, or a sucker for sixties cartoons to know who Snagglepuss was
or is. But this is my love offering for the day. Thank you my friend. dana

[kmartell]

so good. "rocks give off the odor of a paradox." Liked the whole thing w/ balance between content and cartoon with enough "truthiness" inherent.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear friend.......dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha...love this...a little Snagglepuss mixed in..."I think she's angry, mad even"

but yes, all those questions about the love making...but you mentioned the most important...as long as it passes the poetry test.

j.

[Emily B]

I miss john, I miss my words, he used to always take a walk through the wilds of new jersey for me when my inspiration lagged, may be I will have to venture out on my own

[h d e rushin]

you know what he meant to me Ms Burns? I miss him too. dana

[h d e rushin]

and sometimes I still find myself sounding like him.........

[Emily B]

somewhere an angel is smiling with us