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That's my last Orbit lying in the bin,
Wrapped in a hanky. It's been lying in
My room since March: I got it from
A vending-machine in Cologne, for a small sum
Of coins. Disgusting, really; but I had
An interview, and thought my breath smelled bad.
Disgusting by design. The minty taste
Now deep and passionate in the bag of waste
Is chemical (but then, no-one puts by
Their tastes in times of need quite as do I).
But not the first are you to ask me why
If such is my abhorrence, I succumb
And ev'ry now and then buy chewing-gum.
The guidelines chanced to say: “Thy honoured breath
“Should fragrant be, or else the venture risketh
“miscarriage,“ and “Spend wisely what thou hast
“Lest th'interview be soured,” and so at last
I weakened, and – how shall I say? - took heart
(Too soon made glad?) and did my fiscal part.
Sir, 'twas all one! Th'affair is done and sealed,
The contract's signed, and to the Northland mailed,
And to me is the speaker's trade revealed.
New offices await, th'approving speech;
Already feel I lateness, Morpheus' reach
Entwining me – as if I ranked his touch,
Nine-hundred-years-and-many-more, with such
As brown, tart gold, which, had you cash to buy
(Which I have not) you'd value just as I –
Just this, or that, is where I feel the smart,
The sweaty brow, or dragging hair, or wart
On back of neck. They smile, no doubt, at me;
But is that passing smile of theirs so free?
– But I digress. The Orbit lying there
(Will't please you rise?) 'mong skeins of torn-out hair
Is in its final resting-place, and so
Has met its truer company below.
Now, mark: this piece of Mendelssohn's is grand:
No livelier climax raise I with my hand!
Nay, after you. Notice the quaver:
It marks the gap 'tween this night, and forever!
Wrapped in a hanky. It's been lying in
My room since March: I got it from
A vending-machine in Cologne, for a small sum
Of coins. Disgusting, really; but I had
An interview, and thought my breath smelled bad.
Disgusting by design. The minty taste
Now deep and passionate in the bag of waste
Is chemical (but then, no-one puts by
Their tastes in times of need quite as do I).
But not the first are you to ask me why
If such is my abhorrence, I succumb
And ev'ry now and then buy chewing-gum.
The guidelines chanced to say: “Thy honoured breath
“Should fragrant be, or else the venture risketh
“miscarriage,“ and “Spend wisely what thou hast
“Lest th'interview be soured,” and so at last
I weakened, and – how shall I say? - took heart
(Too soon made glad?) and did my fiscal part.
Sir, 'twas all one! Th'affair is done and sealed,
The contract's signed, and to the Northland mailed,
And to me is the speaker's trade revealed.
New offices await, th'approving speech;
Already feel I lateness, Morpheus' reach
Entwining me – as if I ranked his touch,
Nine-hundred-years-and-many-more, with such
As brown, tart gold, which, had you cash to buy
(Which I have not) you'd value just as I –
Just this, or that, is where I feel the smart,
The sweaty brow, or dragging hair, or wart
On back of neck. They smile, no doubt, at me;
But is that passing smile of theirs so free?
– But I digress. The Orbit lying there
(Will't please you rise?) 'mong skeins of torn-out hair
Is in its final resting-place, and so
Has met its truer company below.
Now, mark: this piece of Mendelssohn's is grand:
No livelier climax raise I with my hand!
Nay, after you. Notice the quaver:
It marks the gap 'tween this night, and forever!
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
Literature
Song against silence
we live in the long dark,
surrounded by the silent stars,
twinkling away in mindless spark,
the black is waging endless wars,
but who could allow the silence to prevail,
and think that life is to no avail,
let the dark shout it's silence,
however terrible and endless voilence,
i say the light will stream eternal,
from our small fortress in the night,
the universe is only chaotic and infernal,
but we will sing the light,
humanity for all it's evils,
is yet better than the empty,
i would prefer the cries of perils,
and the voices of depravity.
Literature
Caffeine
Lately,
I hate the taste of coffee.
Even though I’d grown to love it.
I used to swear it wasn’t for me,
but then I started thinking that maybe I’d been missing out
by just ordering cookies at the coffee shop.
And I’d asked you,
“How have I gone without it for this long?”
It keeps me awake,
Smells like home,
and gives me a break to look forward to.
I liked it so much I even started drinking it
without sugar.
But now, as I sit here
forcefully sipping a mug
of mostly milk and syrup,
I wonder if the reason I’m hating the taste
is because the reason I liked it
was you.
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It's late at night, and I should really be in bed, so all I'm going to say about this is that, in case it isn't made clear, I don't like chewing-gum much.
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