Category Archives: pastiche

          Self-exiled, now wide awake, like a beast with lower pleasures, a long-cramped scroll, I strain forward. Let me be faced with another man’s need! I am much further out than you thought. I am hungry … Continue reading →

I stood in the rain, far from home and wavering between the profit and the loss.I could not pick the arrows from my side. The hours rose up, putting off stars. It was dawn.Am I drunk or dead? The sun … Continue reading →

To your eyes, ears, and tongue, and every partmy love must go; my body too.All the time,not only when we go to bed. What is this life?all its accumulations that wear us out.Clocks, cars, conciousness, and shoesin which there is … Continue reading →

I murmur something inarticulate,kissing her goodnight in bed. We rummagepast civilizations, digging furtherback into ourselves. She smells like trees.Often, it is a good idea to discusshomosexuality generally.Droplets of water stand on our shoulderslike tears. “Push it in, are you going … Continue reading →