Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Everything Nice Has a Crafted Satin Finish
Irony he means sarcasm is a terrible companion on Valentine's Day,
so I tried to make an artificial vagina out of stuff in the refrigerator.
Soft feminine shoulders, long, thin arms with graceful hands:
it brought to mind the down of a swan or the wing of a dove.
And when you're young and you pretty yourself up
everything up in Alcatraz means getting your ass fucked.
If I were a nightingale I would vomit like a nightingale.
Love, transfiguration, having sex in the form of a goose,
bonobos engaging in highly promiscuous mutual masturbation--
that is a fantastic nightlife.
The myth of Leda does not make a huge amount of sense
to girls found lying unconscious covered in their own spit.
Thin vomit comes out, the color of tea.
These changes are seen in Sylvia Plath's vagina.
As opposed to "jish," the word she said she would use for pussy
if we had salient evidence supporting the theory was "transgression."
Let swine squelch in the slough
and let only surrealism, Texas, and Rick James matter.
The alcohol from novelty thermometer earrings may result in death.
Burning the lower back/ass of your lover with a scalding hot
crack pipe while doing it: that seems a valid constraint in this