Saturday, May 3, 2008

An Invitation to Cuddle to the Author Joseph Mills and other Gruff Handshakes

poem joe love song

Joseph

My tongue, your cheeks,
amazing how
saliva speaks,
grazing cows,ruminant freaks.

Cuddle kittens
your body next to mine is death
your fluids suck my breath
from
little
spittle
on top of griddles
cooking stewing
anal chewing
joe mills what
joe mills what
joe mills how much of my flesh
is it going to take?

some one told me this is a French idea but i don't believe my own body some times and your gruff manly handshake is a lie

your rough stubble is so sly

strange what they turn love into
how dogs and cats
wooly mittens cuddle kittens
who told you love was so
ahhhhh the breath
what release in pain
what an acid rain
this is what men do
(the cat has a barbed penis, after all)

Strike me down
strike me down with all of your hatred
and your journey to the dark side
will be COMPLETE
COMPLETE COMPLETE
Complete me joe
kill me and make me know

rats rats rats rats rats
rats rats rats rats
rats rats rats
rats rats
rats
they know what love is


poem oliver one last time

Dennis,

He is a boy of many
spells
and devices
however
we don't care what you say
because
we pretend
that we feel like being
impaled and lubricated
as
the slaves of hummingbirds
we're used to their claws
now
even though
the bamboo said,
"i don't care..."
the panda answered,
"it doesn't matter, I'm going to eat you anyways."
and thus
the poet is a rapist
even in shreds
in his

death
throws

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Enjoy the videos embedded in the last poem. Just some random favorites.

1 comment:

JoeM said...

No cuddles

But lots of hugs