call me converted
let me kneel at your altar
and eat your body

I thought that sex was
a form of worship, at least
in symbolic ways.

love's a paradox
the sacred and the profane
less worship, more sex

don't constrict yourself
big women must be cherished
let it all hang out

Strained movements, torture
girdle, I sold out to my
superficial fears.

well what one hopes for
in unity with the soul
mate is the end to this...

frus...tra..tion...

wanna be alex
delarges, would love to run
a clockwork lemon

the feelings of passion
are universal and shared
on some level by all

and why do you think
I mention henry miller
each time I see this...stuff

i'll come to your room
we can listen to sad songs
we'll cry and make love

I never think to
leave my room unless someone
else offers reasons.

two times two is five
and that is why i am not
working at NASA

the wind gets bored too
the job at hand, comes easy
throws the leaf for fun

want some hate in you
know a hard core gay biker
who likes to grunge fuck

today i awoke
to find myself waiting for
yet another day

there's no hate in me
i am a warm, loving man
and i make you laugh

I'd wait forever
before choosing to settle
for someone hateful.

I can empathize
with sexual frustration,
but that's not the point.

formerly for dates
on family trees and stuff
also known as SPLAT

the volume is stuck
on the organ that I have
story of my life

i insert my yin
in your soft, velvety yang
sweat drips off my balls

she's a christian
ok, she might teach you
something...

what I want is a bit
of silence from the society
that gossips so I
don't have to hear it
a slimy death grease
bearing talons claws of words
forgotten when gone
enemies focus on others
playing the same games

perfect purity
will be defiled by my touch
some women like that

I reject darkness
without "fearing" it. Perfect
love casts out all fear.

Write your address here
I will send you the money
Pychiatric help

What a way to win
the heart of one who wishes
to be pure and good!

fear not the dark side
out of the blackest soil grow
the prettiest plants

I am no corpse now,
animated by the true
source of all that lives.

Perhaps you have to
nearly be a corpse to stop
the live decaying

ah but are we dead
as living men or animated
does it take corpsehood?

death is everywhere
the animated corpses
will binge and decay

as the klingons and
I suspect the irish say
today is a good day to die

fantastic machine
and good times to say oh fuck
and more..way cool Skip

unexpectant..high?
these claims are unexpected???
okay and like DUH!!!!!!

Tried writing haiku.
Alas, unfortunately,
ran out of syllab...

Waves grab the vessel
An ice fringed sea awaits us
Companions again

what i'd like to see
a giant freakin' bonfire
on top of my desk

Unaffected, I
roll my eyes and continue
with my loneliness.

Your hostility
pierces me more potently
than your words of love.

Sit back and read it!
You write with utter contempt
For yourselves and us!

Yet we read "Madness"
It

get a diary
or use drugs and alcohol
self-distruct with grace

well, i am just that
sort of guy you know, that sort of
guy? it helps me focus

it helps get crap out
of my system or I too would
put a rope around my neck

if you don't care and
are that far gone man, it's not
my problem...get over yourself

eh, takes two to
tango, such as harsh words in
my experience critics

tend to go on and
on then when they drain one more
very academic vampires

do you speak english?
reading your crap makes me wish
i had down syndrome

well, for starters i'm
a guy and henry miller
eh...complain in france???

And yet it is now
As it has been forever
Forever tuesday

Enough in a row
I will become quite queer soon
Where is that woman?

sleep with me, damn it!
it will be quick and painless
you won't feel a thing

among the ideals
we are all in the same boat
sorta full of holes...