wait for me waves..

i'll be out there again soon and it will be better than anything else

bloodbath

Bloodbath by Christian Drake

And it came in like the barking of dogs in your belly,
the lunatic dogs that bark every full moon on the dot.
The clock in you unwound, the little room collapsed,
and the blood trickled out in a thin red ribbon,
licking the white sheets.
They call it a period, but it’s really a run-on sentence
babbling on all week. It’s the definition of womanhood
reduced by repetition to the tedium of tampon commercials,
punchlines, and the day-long math test of cramps
shooting through you like swimmer’s stitches
while you’re in the middle of the river.
And I watch you fight to swim to the other side
of the bed, kicking, gasping hard between gulps of chamomile tea.
But when the blood is calm, it is beautiful
as a bone-handled knife. It dreams, and as it dreams
it drools like a baby. It’s the drip-drip of a faucet
as we go to sleep, it’s a bee beating itself against the glass.
It’s a presence, not like a ghost but like a memory
in your skin, changing the pitch and timbre
of your body to my ear as I pull my fingers across
your belly and you find my lips in the dark like a magnet
and I slip my fingers through your hair as gently as thoughts
and you say,
“Baby, not tonight. I’m on my period.”
And I say,

Baby, I will make love to you until we look like a war zone.
Give me the sweet murder of your body
until they string up crime scene tape across the bedroom,
because period sex is awesome.
I will love you like surgery and I will transplant your heart.
I will love you like a horror movie,
’cause it’s about to be a bloodbath in here.
Because I need a hot transfusion of your love, type A-positive
because you can’t B-negative when I’m giving you my O, O, O…
I want to surf your crimson wave,
and invite your Aunt Flow for a threesome.
I want to reverse your curse, because the Red Sox are in town.
I want to make this a “special time.”
I want to put my submarine in your Red Sea
and hunt for Red October, and do not hesitate
to ask me to go snorkeling down there.
Because if I’m going to order the finest steak,
I’m going to eat it rare.
Yeah, because I crave the taste of blood,
and I want your nerves raw like a bullet wound valentine.

And whether it’s hard or sweet, we’re going to leave
skid marks on the sheets
and handprints on the walls.
So throw that tampon in the air like a cotton Sputnik, just lob it,
’cause in the end, I want to be bloodier than John Wayne Bobbitt.
Your time of the month has perfect timing
because you open like the elevator doors in “The Shining.”
I like some ketchup when I’m dining,
but I want to taste copper like I’m dying.
So let the woman in you make a man out of me.
Let’s get unclean. Because this lovemaking is no less perfect
than the moon rising in you, and this lovemaking is the gospel music
made by the rhythm of flesh and blood and flesh and blood,
and this blood is the closest I will ever be to making love
to your insides, sailing through your veins and arteries.
This blood on my skin is the photograph I take
when I visit your heart.

people got a lotta nerve

the 6 foot goddess

I'm big
I suppose that's why my women always seem
small
but this 6 foot goddess
who deals in real estate
and art
and flies from Texas
to see me
and I fly to Texas
to see her
well, there's plenty of her to
grab hold of
and I grab hold of it
of her,
I yank her head back by the hair,
I'm real macho,
I suck on her upper lip
her cunt
her soul
I mount her and tell her,
"I'm going to shoot white hot
juice into you. I didn't fly all the
way to Galveston to play
chess."

later we lay locked like human vines
my left arm under her pillow
my right arm over her side
I grip both of her hands,
and my chest
belly
balls
cock
tangle into her
and through us
in the dark
pass rays
back and forth
back and forth
until I fall away
and we sleep.

she's wild
but kind
my 6 foot goddess
makes me laugh
the laughter of the mutilated
who still need
love,
and her blessed eyes
run deep into her head
like mountain springs
far in
and
cool and good.
she has saved me
from everything that is
not here.

-Charles Bukowski

home. let me come home.

home is wherever i'm with you

my system's in mint condition

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.
- Isak Dinesen

If you’re brave enough to say ‘good bye’, life will reward you with a new ‘hello'

Paulo Coelho

In the middle of the night, when we get up

after making love, we look at each other in

complete friendship, we know so fully

what the other has been doing. Bound to each other

like mountaineers coming down from a mountain,

bound with the tie of the delivery room,

we wander down the hall to the bathroom, I can

hardly walk, I wobble through the granular

shadowless air, I know where you are

with my eyes closed, we are bound to each other

with huge invisible threads, our sexes

muted, exhausted, crushed, the whole

body a sex—surely this

is the most blessed time of my life,

our children asleep in their beds, each fate

like a vein of abiding mineral

not discovered yet. I sit

on the toilet in the night, you are somewhere in the room,

I open the window and snow has fallen in a

steep drift, against the pane, I

look up, into it,

a wall of cold crystals, silent

and glistening, I quietly call to you

and you come and hold my hand and I say

I cannot see beyond it. I cannot see beyond it.

-Sharon Olds, "True Love"

just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there

I need another place
Will there be peace?
I need another world
This one's nearly gone

Still have too many dreams
Never seen the light
I need another world
A place where I can go

I'm gonna miss the sea
I'm gonna miss the snow
I'm gonna miss the bees
I'll miss the things that grow
I'm gonna miss the trees
I'm gonna miss the sound
I'll miss the animals
I'm gonna miss you all

I need another place
Will there be peace?
I need another world
This one's nearly gone

I'm gonna miss the birds
Singing all this songs
Been kissing this so long

i knew right away if you were here what your eyes would say

I can understand all that you are
I can even take all that you're not
I can sympathize with all you want to be
But don't fuck me in front of me

I could say I blame you for everything
Instead, I think I'll recognize my part
Bleeding doesn't highlight who I want to be
But don't fuck me in front of me



i trusted you. why wouldn't you trust me?

someone please watch this video and listen to how amazing kaki king is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDmth1YZI7k

flee with your wounds

If the elephants have past lives,
Yet are destined to always remember,
It's no wonder how they scream,
Like you and I, they must have some temper.

And I am dreaming of them on the plains,
Dirtying up their beds,
Watching for some kind of rain
To cool their hot heads.

And how dare that you send me that card
When I'm doing all that I can do.
You are forcing me to remember
When all I want is to just forget you.

If the tiger shall protect her young,
Then tell me how did you slip by.
All my instincts have failed me for once
I must have somehow slept the whole night.

And I am dreaming of them with their kill,
Tearing it all apart,
Blood dripping from their lips,
And teeth sinking in to heart.

And how dare that you say you will call,
When you know I need some peace of mind..
If you had to take sides with the animals,
Won't you do it with one who is kind?

If the hawks in the trees need the dead,
If you're living you don't stand a chance.
For a time, though you share the same bed,
There are only two ends to this dance.

You can flee with your wounds just in time,
Or lie there as he feeds,
Watching yourself ripped to shreds
And laughing as you bleed.

So for those of you falling in love,
Keep it kind, keep it good, keep it right.
Throw yourself in the midst of danger,
But keep one eye open at night.

what do you want to be when you grow up?

in order to exist, a man must rebel

My concept of human rights has grown to include not only the rights to live in peace, but also to adequate health care, shelter, and to economic opportunity." - Jimmy Carter




"The discrepancy between American ideals and American practice creates a dry rot which eats away at the foundations of our democratic faith." - Helen Gahagan Douglas


"A revolution is coming--a revolution which will be peaceful if we are wise enough; compassionate if we care enough; successful if we are fortunate enough--but a revolution is coming whether we will it or not. We can affect its character; we cannot alter its inevitability." - Robert F. Kennedy

"The first step in the evolution of ethics is a sense of solidarity with other human beings." - Albert Schweitzer

"I love America because it is a confused, chaotic mess--and I hope we can keep it this way for at least another thousand years. The permissive society is the free society." - Edward Abbey

All other industrialized democracies guarantee health care for everyone - rich or poor, young or old, native or immigrant. It is our national shame that the richest country in the world leaves ten of millions of its citizens uninsured, allows more than 20,000 Americans die each year because they lack insurance, and lets some 700,000 people go bankrupt due to medical bills each year. To the rest of the developed world, we are immoral; I agree. Future generations will look at this time and wonder why in the world we were so blind and so unresponsive to the needs of our less fortunate citizens. Our only answer will be greed.

lies lies lies

...

if a man takes off his sunglasses i can hear him better

As essence turns to ocean,
the particles glisten.

Watch how in this candleflame instant
blaze all the moments you have lived.

How long are you going to beat me
like a drum and make me sigh
for you like a violin.

You answer, "Come, I'll hold you close
and stroke you like a lute."

But I feel more like a flute
that you put to your mouth
and then neglect to blow.

A drunk saw me coming and clapped his hands,
"Look here! Our pilgrim's come back!
Against all his repentance vows."

It was true, but he didn't know much
about glassmaking, the painstaking work.

Remember: the more effort goes in,
the easier we are to break.

good morning heartache

When I feel defensive I like it best when I remain aware of my defensiveness and yet continue to act just as defensively as I feel like acting.

No one is wrong. At most, someone is uninformed. If I think a man is wrong, either I am unaware of something, or he is. So unless I want to play a superiority game I had best find out what he is looking at. "You're wrong" means "I don't understand you"--I'm not seeing what you're seeing. But there is nothing wrong with you, you are simply not me and that's not wrong.

There is an important difference between telling a person how I experience him and adding arguments to support the correctness of my view. My feelings about another do not require a case--I don't notice them deductively.