A person just gets sexier and sexier
when you’re attracted to their soul.
– Karen Salmansohm –
Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
What will I say to you, darling,
When you ask me for help?
I do not know the future.
Or even what poetry,
We are going to write.
Commit suicide. Go mad. Better people
Than either of us have tried it.
I loved you once but,
I do not know the future.
I only know that I love strength in my friends.
And greatness.
And hate the way the body cracks,
And is eaten by images.
The fun’s over. The picnic’s over.
Commit suicide. Go mad. There will be nothing left
After we die or go mad… but the calmness of poetry
And love.
— Jack Spicer —