Testosterone is Evil
Why the Young Men Are So Ugly Tony Hoagland They have little tractors in their blood and all day the tractors climb up and down inside their arms and legs, their collarbones and heads. That is why they...
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Pretty in Pink
I do, after all, have a kinda-sorta fetish for all things pink … Gloss of the Past by David Trinidad Pink Dawn, Aurora Pink, Misty Pink, Fresh Pink, Natural Pink, Country Pink, Dusty Pink,...
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Ode to Lingerie Models
Victoria’s Secret Billy Collins The one in the upper-left-hand corner is giving me a look that says I know you are here and I have nothing better to do for the remainder of human time than return your...
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All Hallows Eve: Exclusus Amator
It’s NO MORE Pussy for Eddy and this Bitch Bird is about to tell him so: THE RAVEN. Edgar Allen Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume...
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Mr. Collins, of course …
Taking Off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes by Billy Collins First her tippet made of tulle, easily lifted off her shoulders and laid on the back of a wooden chair. And her bonnet, the bow undone with a...
View Articleby e. e. cummings via a caller
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near...
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Of Sexy Legs and Poetry
At the Poetry Reading John Brehm I can’t keep my eyes off the poet’s wife’s legs—they’re so much more beautiful than anything he might be saying, though I’m no longer in a position really to judge,...
View ArticleI Will Corrupt You
There’s a breach in your security I’m inside you finally My objective: distort your view Wreck the very core of you Tantalize, compromise your position Dismantle your design Contaminate and deface...
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Poem for the Foot Fetishist
Your Feet Pablo Neruda When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them....
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A Poem via Romantic Savant
ISM-ISM Tom C. Hunley You’re not sure whether or not to divorce your spouse, so you go for a walk to think-think-think, because you’re a thinker. A pair of bluebirds fly in unison, sing in unison. They...
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Happy Fourth of July
I Am Waiting By Lawrence Ferlinghetti I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail and I am...
View Articleone single syllable …
Permission Granted by David Allen Sullivan You do not have to choose the bruised peach or misshapen pepper others pass over. You don’t have to bury your grandmother’s keys underneath her camellia bush...
View ArticleRIP our beloved Maya Angelou
On the Pulse of Morning Maya Angelou A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any...
View Article… yes He did.
Yes Yes Charles Bukowski when God created love he didn’t help most when God created dogs He didn’t help dogs when God created plants that was average when God created hate we had a standard utility...
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I Am Waiting By Lawrence Ferlinghetti I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail and I am waiting for...
View Articlealways peacefully ours …
Peace by Ted Berrigan What to do when the days’ heavy heart having risen, late is the already darkening East & prepared at any moment, to sink into the West surprises suddenly, & settles, for a...
View ArticleDon’t Feed the Manimals
Never Offer Your Heart to Someone Who Eats Hearts Alice Walker Never offer your heart to someone who eats hearts who finds heartmeat delicious but not rare who sucks the juices drop by drop and...
View ArticleHomo Poetica
Please, Master by Allen Ginsberg Please master can I touch your cheek please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen your blue pants please master can I gaze at your golden haired...
View ArticlePoetry to Swoon For
The Floating Poem, Unnumbered By Adrienne Rich Whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine — tender, delicate your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond of the fiddlehead fern in forests just...
View ArticleCome. Sit. Heel. Stay.
Come. Sit. Heel. Stay. Sierra Demulder When I took your virginity, I did it carelessly, like a dog left alone in a butcher shop. I taught you the way adults love (quick, dry, no eye contact.) A year...
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