“The Isabels”

“The Isabels” Why do I bother with these little things? Allow me to suggest that narcissism is not so terrible a quality for an animal- and might even ring with a certain nobility.

June 6, 2003

I AM THE WICKERMAN

There’s not many men left who still have the skill to shape my absolute form. My creator, crafting in wood sculpture worked for months to make me complete.
Cherry

The Lyrics of That Macho-man, He-man, Tough-guy Shit

And don't give a rat's ass Much less the rat's shit

In here (19.04.06)

It is inside this asylum that we accumulate, indulge, devour our senses. Senses not senses. Here we have stagnated
Cherry

Unencounter

We meet & you greet with a joke. We walk & you talk with a smile. I’m cold & you hold me in close. We eat & you keep spilling sauce. She rings & you grin but don’t tell.

Underground

Scarves are wrapped around faces on a nearly empty carriage Metropolitan line; a dozen empty spaces Among themselves foreigners feint retching with joy, humiliation.

An Octave of Seasonal Comparison

Last year the mood was dictated by sunrise, Consciousness caused such sweet collapse, Within a sun lounger, Lashings of creamed sun,

Burden of the waif

Seek the posture that fits directly into the slot, Pasteurised with the rhythm of the daily burden, The signature of the waif is a burden, Held down by ball marked metaphors,

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