Babe Of The Day

Julianne Moore...my first in color babe.

Burning Butter

She smells of

Burning butter

When I kiss her lips

I dive in

Screaming

Razor blade moans

At the top

Of my black gooey

Tar lung

Sex is so close to me now

My fingers blistered

By her yelping flesh

She is the dog that

I bought for a nickel

At the

Under my thumb

Kennel

This magic…

If you want to

Call it

That…

Is honeydew feedback

In the closet of my

Deepest milk bone

Fantasy

I don’t quit

Exploring all the options

Now

While my six strings

Tear apart my

Battered neck

I cannot tune myself

No matter how hard

I try

I masturbate hard

In the lightning anarchy of

Tesla’s coil

Swallowed by the sparks

Dizzy with the

Experiment of

Hard to capture

Love

I go on

I say my prayer

I bleed thunder

I share my spoiled milk

And she smells like burning butter

As I pull

Out

And leave the leafs to scatter

Under this autumn tree

Babe Of The Day

Clara Bow...Hollywood's "IT" Girl.

Babe Of The Day

DuChamp and I

it was the
autumn 1967
when I played chess
with Duchamp
in Washington Square
Park

He told me of
the two Fridas,
the duo Borges,
their hellish existence
and shaking a rook
in my face
he said
and there's
two of you as
well

I asked him what he meant

well,
he said

it's now '67
and you won't
be born for another
two years
so right now
you are a pre zygote
but when 1969 rolls around
you will be born
miles away from here
and you'll be a Gemini
...the twins...
you'll be good and sober
sometimes
but you'll also be
a nasty drunk
who is in love with himself

I asked him which one will come
out the winner

it doesn't matter really, he said ...
either way
you will kill yourself
with a razor in the bathtub
when you are 46 years old

and with that
his bishop took my queen
and I was placed in checkmate

the game was over

Babe Of The Day

Babe Of The Day