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The Professor Visits the Meat Market At first I thought you were a bitch, A petulant, self centered witch, So certain that you were so sweet That I would fall before your feet, And so caught up in vanities And little obstacles no one else sees, That you were less than worth the trouble It took for me to prick your bubble. But gradually I found my way To credit some things that you’d say— I noticed you imagining How someone else was suffering. I let you straighten out my tie And heard you, see...
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Poetry / Chemistry II
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Chemistry II You just turn on The part of my brain That lets me know That your salvation Gets me high. I see your face And something goes off, A sweet explosion Of dopamine And I sigh. I see your eyes And somehow get lost, Start stumbling down The path you lead me And I die. I lose my breath Whenever you’re near. My voice sounds all wrong, And my words are useless, Scratchy, high. I barely whisper A hello to you And fumble around, Afraid to touch you, My hands not dry. But then you tell Your ...
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Professor Sex Studies the Disinformation Personals 1. Professor Sex First Reads the Profile: Why You Should Get to Know Me: Hello, my name is Nadya!!! I as well as all want to meet the beloved and to create family. On the vital way I could not meet the man of my dream (sincere and kind) which would love me and always was a near. At me it is a lot of friends and familiar. I the sociable person also like to spend time with my familiar. I love trips on the nature, a silent place at the river, ar...
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Poetry / a lewd sonnet
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Say not that I adore only the cock. Attached to man, that carnival balloon Lives only long enough to fill a spoon In sugared sacrifice, before its stock Must be replenished, though it still be rock. So should the hand of man be woman’s boon For half the morning and the afternoon And until darkness has obscured the clock. But more so should the tongue seek out nor miss Where angel wings lay folded to restore it, Bedewed with honey, and lick every drop Like to the humble bee, harvest that crop ...
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Be cruel to be kind The individual is always arrogant Very blue light Norfolk, Belgium Spheres, the room comes into existence when we enter Shut up and pour the tea Chemotherapy Virgin birth The elephant man Rudy Giuliani in a “Shit Happens” tee shirt It couldn’t have been you We remember collecting earwax Feel the same Buffy naked We don’t know what we think Her head’s too small A camel A toddler Sympathy for strikes evaporates Plane crashes can be miserable Rain puts out fires A bump on the...
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Poetry / Filet me-gone
This poem tries to do something I like to see done: it tries to allow us a sense of ironic justification for the extended metaphor that goes beyond the immediate and obvious applicability. The idea that butchery is an apt comparison for sarcastic insult has immediate appeal, and it is worked over here with some satisfaction. But it is precisely when the poem extends beyond that metaphor that things go awry. The first problem is the addition of fire. Can't help thinking barbecue at that point....
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Poetry / Lost Innocence
This is a gripping narrative of an all too realistic situation. Child abductions of this kind do occur frequently. And the exposition and imagery are nicely minimalist, appropriate for the brutal subject. But I think the last four lines are completely unneccessary: If those were the last words she would ever hear, we can infer that he drowned her. And to say that he never thought to mourn for her lost innocence misleadingly hints that he might have mourned her death. Why confuse the issue by ...
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This is a wonderful rendering of the character of the little boy Vardaman, whose mother's death and burial is the subject of William Faulkner's novel, As I Lay Dying, perhaps his greatest work. I think the poem would benefit from an epigraph, a quotation from the novel, to remind readers who recall the novel more vaguely than I do, so that they will make the connection to the inspiration and read the poem more informedly.
I score this poem low mainly because I consider the stated goal of the piece in evaluating it. As a mildly suggestive, if often cliched, sonnet in the Shakespearean scheme, it's not a bad technical exercise. And lewd poetry has a long and venerable history in Western Civilization. Some Native American poetry has lewdness in its traditions, but lewdness is hard to find in many cultures, perhaps because you need represssion for lewdness to have any spice. But this poem is not lewd. If you want ...
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