tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67224263497200659082012-02-02T10:37:36.121-08:00Slutonomics(Sapphics)William Kecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492547054986452311noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722426349720065908.post-56650203971992623592010-02-08T08:59:00.000-08:002010-02-08T11:15:23.967-08:00(Seeking a Publisher)like a twit<br />to Twitter<br />your vanity brings<br /><br />you back to me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> protection<br /><br /><br />You write all those love poems<br />& threats of erotic damage<br />to my SPAM folder <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> APHRODITE<br /><br /><br /><br />everyone hates beauty<br /><br />everyone craves beauty<br /><br /><br />she is fucking War<br /><br /><br />what more can one say <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /> NEW TOY<br /><br />I saw you<br />with your young prize<br />& thought of Jabba the Hutt<br /><br />with Carrie Fisher on a chain<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> bar conversations <br /><br /><br />"they say you have<br />a smile between<br />your legs"<br /><br />she heard<br /><br />they say you have<br />a smell between<br />your legs<br /><br />and he got<br /><br />seventeen stitches<br /><br />instead of laid<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />they say your tits, Ariana, smile on men<br /><br />like the Sun & Moon<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh i don't fear<br />the beautiful<br /><br />i fear<br />the kind<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />like a young girl<br />i pretend to be<br />hunted by you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> gay dad<br /><br /><br />i can't fuck you<br />you are too self-righteous<br />like california<br /><br />the second moron state<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> packs<br /><br /><br />women online<br />drift in packs<br />chatroom Amazons<br /><br />girl gangs<br /><br />say bang bang<br /><br />not gang bang<br /><br /><br /><br />seek the lonely housewife<br /><br />on her rock<br /><br /><br />young hunter<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />chasteness <br />is a weapon<br /><br />men do not know<br /><br />how to handle<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> okay piss off then<br /><br /><br />oh you will always end up<br />with boys that look<br />like David Cook<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />you have betrayed me in love<br /><br />i curse you like california<br /><br /><br />that saintly whore<br /><br />of a State<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />because of Prop 8<br />I hunt Mormon Ass<br />online always<br /><br />like a golden tabernacle<br /><br />to revengefuck<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> type<br /><br /><br />oh the david archuleta<br />boy-girl archetype<br />faun of praxiteles<br /><br />not for me<br /><br />my girlfriend would fuck ya<br /><br />but I wouldn't<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />gymrats eat granola<br />have tiny vole penises<br />and no manners<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i'd sooner go to church<br />than fuck a gymrat<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the chatroom rolls<br />like a worried eyeball<br />in an e.r.<br /><br />it is an emergency room<br /><br />of sorts<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> mocking you<br /><br /><br />oh you fucked me <br />so hard i need an e.r.<br />i feel like an old man<br /><br />oh! oh! i need medicare<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> stopping to help<br /><br /><br />that girl wanted me<br />to work a man online<br />with her<br /><br />i changed my sex<br />and seduced beside her<br /><br />i was "mandy"<br /><br />in a private chat of three<br /><br />though she got the meaty prize<br /><br />i was happy to be<br /><br />a good samaritan<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> insulter<br /><br /><br />i am kind, old man<br />but when you said<br />that vile thing to spite me<br /><br />i said you must<br />have mistaken me<br /><br />for Meals on Wheels<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i do those lost<br /><br />wandering ones in the middle<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> my resume<br /><br /><br />i don't fuck with kids<br />i don't fuck the elderly<br /><br />i make a great babysitter<br />for either<br /><br />when i'm not hunting ass<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> that old line<br /><br /><br />you're allergic to latex?<br /><br />i'm allergic to bullshit<br /><br />Fuck Off<br /><br />Petri dish<br /><br />with lips<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />do you think she'd be flattered to know<br />her buddy list on your computer?<br /><br />"girls that make my dick ache"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"she gives great i.m....<br /><br />she even cyber-swallows..."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> hunt's catsup<br /><br />a gay man<br />pretends to be straight<br />to seduce a gay man<br />pretending to be a woman<br />to seduce a straight man<br />who is really a woman<br />bored after making dinner<br />for a family of five<br /><br />Modern times are complicated<br /><br />gentle reader<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> how it happens<br /><br /><br />one in ten women<br />is as promiscuous as nine<br />out of ten men<br /><br />Voila! Bisexuality!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the heart<br />makes a bad companion<br />for the cock<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a heart is a bad babysitter<br />to give to a cock<br /><br />the babysitter's<br />gonna get fucked<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> CAVE TAVERNAM<br /><br /><br />Oh there are bad bad men who say<br /><br />you can't rape<br /><br />the swilling<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> yeah<br /><br />i'm one of those pansies<br />you heard about<br /><br />can i plant one<br /><br />in ya?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> grammar<br /><br /><br />a cock is all<br />present tense<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> childish<br /><br /><br />if you spit<br />he weeps<br />you said<br /><br />and you must take him<br /><br />on your knees<br /><br />and between them<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> you spit weird<br /><br />girl i hear<br />you shotgunned<br />his load back<br /><br />in his mouth<br /><br />and he whined<br /><br />"like a girl"<br /><br />you said<br /><br />cried<br /><br />like a little girl<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh i did not know<br />that was in my "to be sent" file<br />that dreadful<br /><br />drunk dial of an email<br /><br />and it sailed<br />to you today by accident<br /><br />this is the way<br />the world ends<br /><br />not with a bang<br /><br />but a drunken email<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />you are like an adbot<br />a webcrawling spider<br />reading my secret thoughts<br /><br />you send me emails<br /><br />filled with my secret desires<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> chat chimp<br /><br /><br />you're so fucking dumb<br />you thought succinct<br />is a dirty word<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> college girl<br /><br /><br />she rides that cock-piston machine<br />once a month<br />and pays her rent<br /><br />with what men pay to watch<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> pretty lesbian done by her girlfriend wearing a strap-on<br /><br /><br />no cock<br />has ever<br />touched her<br /><br />except <br /><br />in effigy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> emily post<br /><br /><br />you have offended me<br />now you may wear <br />that strap-on<br /><br />or Leave<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> practicality<br /><br />straight men<br />are coldest<br />quickest<br /><br />when you<br /><br />must get up early<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> slut<br /><br />you say i am<br />heartless but i just<br />have not found<br /><br />a heart as fleet<br /><br />as nasty as mine<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i would seize that deer neck<br />of yours with wolf canines<br />while i did my business<br /><br />young one<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />they say her ass<br />keeps her behind<br />on her housework<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> fooled<br /><br />didn't you notice<br />how her arms<br />did not embrace you<br /><br />even when you made her cum<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> a comedy<br /><br /><br />cougars strolling<br />Menopause Mountain<br /><br />young men<br /><br />hoping to be mauled<br /><br />rub rabbit-scent<br />behind their ears<br /><br />on their cocks<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> hedonist?<br /><br /><br />one who puts the cock<br />before the hearse<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> sad<br /><br /><br />i have had<br />more children<br />than orgasms<br /><br />in this life<br /><br />this life<br /><br />she said<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> she laughed<br /><br />"who cares about fucking?"<br />"where is your charity"<br />"your sense of civic<br /><br />responsibility, your<br />spirituality"<br /><br />he said<br /><br />as i was<br /><br />sucking his cock<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> to a whore<br /><br /><br />gold raped Danae<br /><br />apparently you too<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i liked you better<br />when you were an online myth<br /><br />when you came and went<br />like a god<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> to the poets<br /><br /><br />why would i want to know<br />something as prosaic<br />as your name<br /><br />when i've been fucked<br /><br />by your stiff poetry <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br />Even online<br />Spring swells<br />the roots & tubers<br /><br />Winter starved<br /><br />even online<br /><br />it is Spring<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Two dumb chatroom stags<br />lock antlers<br /><br />snort anger<br />through their nostrils<br /><br />no silver-flanked deer<br />will assume the position<br /><br />tonight<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The boys in that chatroom<br />polish themselves so often<br />they should sparkle<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have no regrets<br />so I can't have you<br />unrivaled one<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You keep several profiles<br />just now you fucked up<br /><br />You messaged one of the virtuous<br />from your lair of women,<br /><br />cocksure Hunter<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The gods sprinkle that chatroom<br /><br />with ambrosia and nectar<br /><br />The girls there are pierced<br /><br />and love to be pierced <br /><br />more <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />May the gods curse that chatroom<br /><br />with std's, fevers, genital warts....<br /><br /><br />That's where an old liar<br /><br />whose bedsheets I washed<br /><br /><br />spreads his poison<br /><br />tonight<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh she is nasty<br /><br />Sleep is just the thing<br /><br />that Jove-cow does<br /><br />between more fucking <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh he is nasty<br /><br />his tongue knows the taste<br /><br />of every flavored condom<br /><br /><br />All 64 crayons<br /><br />in the Crayola box<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I made up a Gmail name <br /><br />just for you<br /><br /><br />I knew you'd be<br /><br />a splendid wildfire<br /><br /><br />but brief<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ovid surely invented the IM box<br /><br /><br />That place of magic metamorphoses!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You are the nasty Welcome Wagon<br /><br />You prefer traveling businessmen<br /><br />because they already have the room<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nothing is real in a chatroom<br /><br />but desire<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am drunk with the chime<br /><br />of your I.M.s.!<br /><br />Such lies & nectar!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE DIFFERENCE<br /><br /><br /><br />Gay women in a chatroom<br /><br />spinning such warm blankets<br /><br />to put around each other<br /><br /><br /><br />Gay men crusing<br /><br />number crunchers<br /><br />burning to close a deal<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Your soul is nothing more<br /><br />than a handful of porn thumbs<br /><br />on some free website<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />TO MY FRIEND'S HUSBAND<br /><br /><br />Tell us about that website you love<br /><br />where he-shes stand on beaches<br /><br />fonding their breasts<br /><br />& you lose your way in love<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I held his hand<br /><br />while you broke his will<br /><br />with your online hunts<br /><br /><br />now i take him<br /><br />as prey from you,<br /><br />clumsy Hunter <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You pulled a disappearing act.<br /><br />No emails.No instant message chime.<br /><br />Good. My computer gets a rest<br /><br /><br />and I sleep nights<br /><br />as peaceful as if I were<br /><br />in my grave, rid of you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love like yours belongs on EBAY.<br /><br /><br />You think love is an auction.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I will find some arty boy on ETSY<br /><br />who shops in crafts stores<br /><br />and has gentle ways,<br /><br /><br />some boy<br /><br /><br />who doesn't wear cowboy boots.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Night seeps. Moon<br /><br />rises, Fucked.<br /><br />Sappho's blog silent<br /><br /><br />as that dark sea<br /><br />She rides on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> nobody online<br /><br /><br /><br />My fingers pause <br /><br />over the keyboard,<br /><br /><br />over dark houses<br /><br /><br />the unattached Moon.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> the climb<br /><br /><br />Love ascends not<br /><br />well-laid stairs<br /><br />but oddly-spaced<br /><br />branches, it<br /><br />fucks up its head<br /><br /><br />and we laugh.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Lesbian<br /><br /><br /><br />When I think of Her. The Moon.<br /><br />I lose my place in talk<br /><br />and say to friends gathered around me....<br /><br /><br /><br />........."just as she does".....<br /><br /><br /><br />And they laugh at Sappho's<br /><br /><br />fucked-up non-sequiturs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> IF<br /><br /><br />if it overlooks the Sea<br /><br /><br />Otherness, threats<br /><br />from abroad, emails, warships<br /><br /><br />people who want inside her<br /><br /><br />inside him<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> a gay bar<br /><br /><br /><br />swarming on that bluff<br /><br />above the freezing sea<br /><br />their gardener <br /><br />only chance sea winds<br /><br /><br />that savagely break against them<br /><br />cut them back<br /><br /><br />The salt on their leaves<br /><br /><br />is oddly sweet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> when boys play together, things come up...<br /><br /><br /><br />Love is often<br /><br />fed by fucked-up<br /><br />non-sequiturs<br /><br /><br />of the flesh<br /><br /><br /><br />strange Odysseys<br /><br />in thought<br /><br /><br />Jason got rather gay<br /><br /><br />for several of his Argonauts<br /><br /><br />on that golden ship<br /><br /><br />shaped like a big cock<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When love is a fucked-up non-sequitur, <br /><br />it is often sweetest...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> wild Rosebushes on the shore<br /><br /><br /><br />Salt on their leaves<br /><br />oddly sweet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You be trippin<br /><br />I'll cyber wit u<br /><br />but there's no way<br /><br />I let your dog-cock<br /><br /><br />anywhere near this fineness <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Treating the Gods like a Drive-Thru..."<br /><br /><br />Oh send me a snasty boy on a white horse with a bad attitude<br /><br />and a great haircut, a boy not afraid of makeup<br /><br />no lover's hand in his <br /><br /><br />and put some music or poetry in him ...<br /><br /><br />In fact, I'll take two...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh Julia, you made the mistake of sleeping <br /><br />with the chatroom Weasel.<br /><br /><br />Because you did not swallow,<br /><br />he chews on your fucking now<br /><br />the way a pit bull gnaws a sow's ear.<br /><br /><br />He is an ingratiating cunt.<br /><br /><br />Learn your lesson from this sliver of man.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> signing off on a player late at night<br /><br /><br /><br />Because I did not fuck you<br /><br />I wake up smiling<br /><br />as birds wake the sky<br /><br /><br />chirpy and blameless....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Online praises<br /><br />are spiked wine<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> last night<br /><br /><br />I was hungry for your body<br /><br />and its studied ways in love<br /><br />so I Googled pictures of STDs<br /><br /><br />Google made me chaste<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh give me a husband<br /><br />who doesn't even know<br /><br />what a chatroom is<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> whores, harpies...<br /><br /><br /><br />Once, such women could only wait<br /><br />at disreputable bars for prey<br /><br />Now, everybody's husband<br /><br /><br />is only a click away<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Industrious<br /><br /><br /><br />Her spendthrift husband <br /><br />suggested she get a "part-time job"<br /><br />to help defray his gambling debt<br /><br /><br /><br />Now, she cleans her house <br /><br />naked as that day the gods made her<br /><br /><br /><br />She cams for thousands worldwide<br /><br /><br /><br />She accepts VISA and Mastercard<br /><br /><br />to see her nymphlike breasts<br />sway & tremble deliciously<br />when she bends over to dust <br /><br /><br />How she giggles sometimes<br /><br /><br />when she thinks of them all <br /><br /><br />the men and women watching<br /><br /><br />as she washes that lout's dishes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Cybering Mystery<br /><br /><br />Did we just fuck<br /><br />though we were phantoms?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> phantom break-up<br /><br /><br /><br />There is no such thing as "online sex"<br /><br />Many a sexy man and hot marriage dies<br /><br />for an oxymoron,<br /><br /><br />a mare's nest of pussy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Eros now aims his arrows online<br /><br />He has learned to shoot at the speed of light<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, I liked you better<br /><br />as a sexy phantom<br /><br />Take your picture back<br /><br /><br />and the many winters<br /><br /><br />I see there....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'll meet ya in the Underworld tonight<br /><br />Be online around 11:30<br /><br />After mine leaves and yours too<br /><br /><br />Have strong drink<br /><br /><br />and we will wander through Hell together<br /><br /><br />making fun of those who loved to get there<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it takes two to dangle<br /><br />it takes two to fangle<br /><br />it takes two to jangle<br /><br />it takes two to mangle<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now I will believe there are unicorns<br /><br /><br />because I saw a man say "No" <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> beware, actaeon<br /><br /><br />You preside over a hundred<br />groups online. Always<br />you invite me to join<br /><br />I who am always away on the Hunt<br /><br />like Diana with my stags<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All sluts are afraid of love<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> sincere, online<br /><br /><br /><br />I am listening<br /><br />to your dying<br /><br />in one I.M.<br /><br />and chasing<br /><br />a beautiful boy<br /><br />in another<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tell me what a joke I am online<br /><br />I don't care<br /><br />You don't see me<br /><br />staring on my pillow<br /><br /><br />grave with love<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Always I think<br />I will defraud you,<br />Subtle Eros<br /><br />& always you win<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Isn't it amazing<br /><br />how your computer screen<br /><br />never fogs up like a windshield?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh you were just the usual fickle mist one finds in a chatroom...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I add all these friends online<br /><br />as a stadium of witnesses<br /><br />to keep me honest, <br /><br /><br />Dear Friend<br /><br /><br />with Joey Stefano lips<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />....his penis mightier than his word.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> goodreads.com<br /><br /><br /><br />oh the usual nuts and bored geniuses<br /><br />I like their company<br /><br />They believe in books<br /><br />as much as fucks<br /><br /><br /><br />That's unusual!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> modern love<br /><br /><br /><br />nobody uses that pronoun anymore<br /><br />lose it, child<br /><br />your "We"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O Sappho<br /><br />forget all these fucking men!<br /><br /><br />just get the page to like you...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> the shortest poem about 'online love' i can think of<br /><br /><br /><br />Pine nuts.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You think I have not found that ladder in your dreams<br /><br /><br />but I am already climbing it<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />if there truly was a god<br /><br />he would have run a sharp nerve<br /><br />between cock and heart<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh everybody wants in your club<br /><br />you, god of the chatroom...<br /><br />.....or on it.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />let's go offline<br /><br />let's get drunk<br /><br />make a scene<br /><br />as some terrible restaurant<br /><br /><br />like The Olive Garden<br /><br /><br />let's ask them where Britney & Kevin<br /><br /><br />fucked, in what bathroom?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />how do i get you<br /><br />where you don't live<br /><br />any longer?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />love at the start is so real<br /><br />love at the end ditto<br /><br />but the middle is often poorly acted<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> no philosophers please<br /><br /><br />Oh, I side with the poets<br /><br />though they are but dreams<br /><br /><br />they make me smile<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My screen locked up<br /><br />like my heart<br /><br />I CTRL-ALT-DELETE'd<br /><br />but too late<br /><br /><br /><br />your terrible I.M. remained<br /><br /><br />white phosphor<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />They say you have a secret blog<br /><br />where you mock Sappho<br /><br />for your new lover<br /><br /><br />Such a brave warrior<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Sappho's weblog<br /><br /><br /><br />Your blog is for criticism<br /><br />My blog is for weeping<br /><br /><br />Feel superior all you want<br /><br /><br />Call me a girl, then!<br /><br /><br />A girl never has to explain<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Dude, that chatroom is just a dogpark..."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't fear online lovers<br /><br />I don't fear clouds<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> waking up<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Your photo was taking too long<br /><br />to download<br /><br />so I deleted it...<br /><br /><br />and you.<br /><br /><br />Goodbye.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You mock my thrift store ways<br /><br />but that online barroom<br /><br />where you seek cut-rate boys<br /><br /><br />is the same thing<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh I kept perfectly still for twelve years once<br /><br /><br />I would have happily died that way<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I only remove your eyes<br /><br />your voice<br /><br />the photos of you <br /><br />wearing only the gifts Nature gave you,<br /><br /><br />superabundantly...<br /><br /><br />But not your screenname<br /><br /><br />oddly enough.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There's no weeping in cockchasing!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> old<br /><br /><br />The consolations of enforced virtue...<br /><br />young men who are kind...<br /><br />They pat my cyber-hand<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Animal<br /><br /><br />Oh when I read your blog<br /><br />I have such fun...<br /><br /><br />Like going to the zoo!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Wise to You<br /><br /><br /><br />oh you are just a zookeeper in Love...<br /><br /><br />you have a menagerist's mind...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dude, put on the shroud already<br /><br />I don't even have any books<br /><br />old as you, old as you...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I do an Image Search on my computer<br /><br />and find more hotties<br /><br />than a Vampire Weekend concert<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"You're just a pic collector!"<br /><br />You're not a respectable slut<br /><br /><br />at all!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I haven't sunk as low as you<br /><br />Old man who hungers<br /><br /><br /><br />I haven't read <em>Twilight</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> "smooth"<br /><br /><br />You say you love women<br />but your "S2R"<br />your "uncut" and "versatile"<br /><br />tell me you are no stranger<br /><br />to cock and its ways<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> liar<br /><br /><br />I see<br /><br />photoshop hairlines<br /><br />round your cock<br /><br /><br />pathetic!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You lied to me<br /><br />so I turned you<br /><br />into a photoshop monster<br /><br /><br />and my friends laugh at you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> slob (she said...)<br /><br /><br /><br />Oh I wish<br /><br />you had not cammed for me!<br /><br /><br />You were a god<br /><br />until I saw your bedroom floor<br /><br /><br />Your cock, your face<br /><br />are Olympian, yes<br /><br /><br />Your ways are hoggish<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, I want to hook up<br /><br />the boy in the i.m. on the left<br /><br />with the one on the right<br /><br /><br />and just go to bed<br /><br /><br />Neither one is you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> gone<br /><br /><br /><br />o nobody has your charms<br /><br />o nobody has your harms<br /><br /><br />o nobody has the tribal tats<br /><br /><br />i love round your strong arms<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> tranny<br /><br /><br /><br />Your breasts are delicious, girl<br /><br /><br />He just wanna know<br /><br />if you were born with them...<br /><br /><br />And if you lost that toy<br /><br /><br />you had between your legs <br /><br /><br />"It is gone," you whisper<br /><br /><br /><br />And, surprisingly,<br /><br />so is he, suddenly...<br /><br /><br /><br />Some men <br /><br />prefer a well-stocked buffet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> frustrated<br /><br /><br /><br />What? Didn't get your first choice?<br /><br />Look, this strider coming along<br /><br />here has his cock for a screenname<br /><br /><br />You won't even have to ask...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> girls are clever too<br /><br /><br />that second instant message<br />where you just perjured yourself<br /><br />was her best girlfriend.<br />It's all over,<br /><br />cut-and-pasted. <br /><br />Busted dude!<br /><br /><br />And she was all moist<br /><br />for you. She was undoing<br /><br />all the locks, dumbass!<br /><br /><br />Your ravenous cock <br /><br />is your weak partner<br /><br /><br />on these failed missions!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Have you tried that one?<br /><br />Oh he is ravenous!"<br /><br />"Seconds and thirds?"<br /><br /><br />"Fifths!"<br /><br /><br />You have to pretend<br /><br />to get a phone call<br /><br /><br />to kick him out the door<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> cyberia<br /><br /><br />Cybering is the lowest depth of misery!<br /><br />Cyberia is where a cock is sentenced<br /><br />when it's too lame to score...<br /><br /><br />frigid wasteland of one-hand typing, <br /><br /><br />steppes of hard-up words!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> lies<br /><br /><br />you say another<br /><br />used your screenname<br /><br />to type those words to me<br /><br /><br />Fine.<br /><br />you are a man<br /><br /><br />but i'll tell everyone<br /><br /><br />you grew a pussy between your legs today<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />even online<br /><br /><br />I am old enough to laugh<br /><br />young enough to burn<br /><br /><br />even online<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When you ask me "How much?"<br />I am not offended.<br /><br /><br />I am proud<br />of my dirty mouth.<br /><br /><br />I have earned it.<br /><br /><br />Everything is free...<br /><br />if we are both lost...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> hello officer<br /><br /><br />when you ask me "How much?"<br /><br />I say Howdy Officer<br /><br />and tell you to call me<br /><br /><br />when your shift is done<br /><br /><br />Some whores are free<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> i.m. chime<br /><br /><br /><br />Well, Hello Snasty!<br /><br />Where have you been<br /><br />all my tonight...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> skilled labor<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't leave my house<br /><br /><br />for days at a stretch<br /><br /><br />because your visits are cordial<br /><br />because you know<br /><br /><br />"pillows aren't for heads, silly..."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> a choice of two<br /><br /><br /><br />oh give me the ugly one astride the monstrous dangler <br /><br /><br />i am aching from one like that medium-sized beauty there<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />husband and wife<br /><br />they wanted me between<br /><br />As both were full-lipped, androgynous<br /><br /><br />i could not say No<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> an arrangement, an education...<br /><br /><br /><br />Often,<br /><br />a young man<br /><br />will offer his young wife<br /><br />to a younger man<br /><br /><br />inexperienced...<br /><br /><br />All benefit<br /><br />from the charm<br /><br /><br />of this Riding School<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> thoughts at a funeral<br /><br /><br />as i will not be leaving<br /><br />with a single one of you<br /><br />i rarely mourn<br /><br /><br /><br />my ways with men<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> thoughts at a funeral<br /><br /><br />i rarely grieve<br /><br /><br />when i sleep alone<br /><br /><br />"We all sleep alone"<br /><br /><br />Poor Cher!<br /><br />for all her new faces<br /><br />sings of the grave<br /><br /><br />already...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh the consolations of age<br /><br />young men who prefer<br /><br />to sleep with their mother<br /><br /><br />or their father<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The racetrack or the chatroom tonight?<br /><br /><br />Either way, you will bet on fine steeds<br /><br />who have glory & disappointment in them<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, I wanted to fuck you<br /><br />so bad, boy<br /><br />until I saw you<br /><br /><br />in that Hollister shirt<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> girl, interrupted<br /><br /><br />You said straight<br /><br />though my girls said "No!"<br /><br /><br />You sent me a photo<br /><br />you in an Abercrombie & Fitch shirt<br /><br /><br />Go kiss someone with razor stubble<br /><br /><br />I've nothing against blowfish<br /><br /><br />but I sleep with men<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> lindsay lohan<br /><br /><br />Leave Lindsay Lohan alone<br /><br />She sucked every big cock in Hollywood<br />to try to please you<br /><br /><br />She is adorable with Samantha<br /><br /><br />Run away to Greece<br />and get married, child<br /><br /><br />Your parents are fascists<br />Their homophobia isn't even about<br /><br /><br />Love. It's about "bankability."<br /><br /><br />I only see 2 whores<br /><br /><br />and neither one is Lindsay<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> oh lindsay<br /><br /><br />few are born<br /><br />with a face like yours<br /><br /><br /><br />you make both Disney<br /><br />and Hustler nervous<br /><br /><br /><br />"Fire-crotch"<br /><br /><br />enters the English language<br /><br />just for you<br /><br /><br /><br />You are like Helen of Troy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> the horrible truth<br /><br /><br /><br />I sleep with nobody...<br /><br />I sleep with everybody...<br /><br />I dream only of you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love cockblocked me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I prefer the young<br /><br />because they have my problems<br /><br />embarrassingly<br /><br /><br /><br />though I have no embarrassment<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> reverence<br /><br /><br />when I broke up with you<br /><br />I never fucked a guy<br /><br />who looked even vaguely like you<br /><br /><br />even now<br /><br /><br />I won't<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> doppelgangers<br /><br /><br /><br />Nature is cruel<br />and recycles your face<br />on young men now<br /><br /><br />She's an evil bitch<br /><br /><br />returns you to me<br /><br /><br />provisionally<br /><br /><br /><br />She knows I can't fuck them<br /><br />but will grip the knife<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh i'm no emily dickinson<br /><br />my coyness<br /><br />i keep for that next Incarnation<br /><br /><br />where i don't meet you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> fool<br /><br /><br /><br />wait for me there<br /><br />forever<br /><br />because I said once<br /><br />I'm coming<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I write my poems<br /><br />in a naked bathtub<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> revisionism<br /><br /><br />Anne Carson seems embarrassed<br /><br />by Sappho's lesbian rap<br /><br /><br />prefers her a bisexual<br /><br /><br />Even if correct<br /><br /><br />why does she withdraw<br /><br />such sweet milk?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> footnotes<br /><br /><br /><br />I try to always give credit to my sources<br /><br />Your cock did this<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> annie oakley<br /><br /><br /><br />girls online<br /><br />rove in packs<br /><br />just like boys<br /><br /><br />the stakes are higher<br /><br /><br /><br />so they learn to take<br /><br />an approaching wolf out<br /><br /><br />after a single typed line of shit<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have seen women online<br /><br />so splendid I quake<br /><br />in my queer boots<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> online feud<br /><br /><br />on those rare occasions<br /><br />when a woman<br /><br />calls another woman<br /><br /><br />a cunt<br /><br /><br />you can be sure<br /><br /><br />a man is to blame<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> lichen<br /><br /><br />oh the chatroom is your husband<br /><br />you talk to all those men while you cook<br /><br />or tend poorly to your children<br /><br /><br />you don't even care about love<br /><br /><br />just love to talk<br /><br /><br />you'll never own<br /><br />a single man<br /><br /><br />because your blood<br /><br />never flushes<br /><br /><br />you're just "one of the guys"<br /><br /><br />Your life is a virtue<br /><br /><br />embarrassing all<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> what they want to know online<br /><br /><br /><br />gay man: cock size<br /><br />straight man: do you swallow?<br /><br />gay woman: when can i move in?<br /><br />straight woman: do you think i look fat in that pic?<br /><br /><br />& how much do you earn?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> online stranger<br /><br /><br />i had a hot bath<br /><br />instead of your huge cock<br /><br />and no regrets<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I fall in love with men<br /><br />I could lift and hold<br /><br />against a wall<br /><br /><br />I like their girly wrists<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nothing seduces me so well<br /><br />as when a 110 pound fairy<br /><br />sings like George Michael<br /><br /><br />Nature has a great sense of humor<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> both sides now<br /><br /><br />I warn girls about men like you<br /><br />They should know they might taste<br /><br />what you sucked from me<br /><br /><br />so expertly last night<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Unlaid online?<br /><br />Wow.<br /><br />You musta laid a hurting<br /><br /><br />on that ugly tree!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> young man<br /><br /><br />You think you ditched me<br /><br />but I chased you off<br /><br />because you terrify me<br /><br /><br />I can't stand before you<br /><br /><br />very long at all<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes, I was "born this way."<br /><br /><br />ravenous and asleep.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> i didn't say nuthin<br /><br /><br /><br />oh let's just say that your lover is "ambidextrous"...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh I don't despise the lower ones<br /><br /><br />they fertilize this comedy <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> germany to norway<br /><br /><br />I could have been<br /><br />in The Sound of Music<br /><br />I was so happy, dancing <br /><br /><br />through that giant landscape<br /><br /><br />and then I came<br />to the fjord<br /><br /><br />of your love<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I like to undo<br /><br />a man's articulation in bed<br /><br /><br /><br />Nothing could be finer<br /><br />than to steal your consonants<br /><br /><br />young one,<br /><br /><br />and leave you only vowels...<br /><br /><br />sacred diphthongs...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />you say I am "all talk"<br /><br />& you're exactly right<br /><br /><br /><br />because you dog-butt ugly!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> girlfriends<br /><br /><br /><br />auden was a woman<br />schuyler too. duh.<br /><br /><br />probably hart<br /><br /><br />but Frank?<br /><br /><br />I doubt it<br /><br /><br />gay men's arms<br /><br /><br /> warm or swarm<br /><br /><br />I prefer warm<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> the grip<br /><br /><br /><br />you bragged about your size online<br /><br />you told me of your stamina<br /><br />but you have no clue<br /><br /><br />it's those canine teeth of yours<br /><br /><br />on the nape of a neck<br /><br /><br />that bring all lovers back<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> slut say<br /><br /><br /><br />you say to be gifted<br /><br />in such sluttiness<br /><br />is to be gifted in nothing<br /><br /><br /><br />but do you see<br /><br />what I drive<br /><br /><br /><br />and what you drive, fool?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> tribute to whorange<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tori amos sang<br /><br />"the power of orange knickers"<br /><br />and orange undies are so underrated<br /><br /><br />so underrated<br /><br /><br />whorange is my favorite color<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> dick<br /><br /><br /><br />my ink is looser<br /><br /><br />than my cum<br /><br /><br />don't flatter yourself<br /><br /><br />you know me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> derby<br /><br /><br /><br />I adopt you like a son<br /><br />We are chaste together,<br /><br />we watch surreal television all night<br /><br /><br />sometimes we hold hands though<br /><br /><br />and I lie back<br /><br />on the sofa next to you<br /><br /><br />and close my eyes<br /><br /><br />try to feel dead<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> silly robot chicken love<br /><br /><br /><br />I crave a young guy<br /><br />who wants Rainbow Brite's horse<br /><br /><br />Pegasus of his strange poetry<br /><br /><br />seduces me always<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> poets i like<br /><br /><br /><br />david trinidad<br /><br />adds a sweetness<br /><br />to american poetry<br /><br /><br />like cinnamon<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> poets i dislike<br /><br /><br /><br />stay nameless<br /><br /><br />i made a fool<br /><br />of myself for you<br /><br /><br /><br />and your friends<br /><br /><br />you are splendid<br /><br /><br />a wet piece of bread<br /><br />that soaks up<br /><br />cum and praise<br /><br /><br />i saw you moved<br /><br />five or six states closer<br /><br />and felt like moving<br /><br /><br />you did nothing wrong<br /><br /><br /><br />i still find you<br /><br /><br /><br />stunning<br /><br /><br />and repulsive<br /><br /><br />you will be forty<br /><br />so soon<br /><br /><br />it will be fun<br /><br />to watch<br /><br /><br /><br />that tumble<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> don't call me vain, dude<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh i neither<br /><br />like nor dislike myself<br /><br /><br />i am only a poet<br /><br /><br />impressed into<br /><br />Nature's service<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my lover knows<br /><br />my erotomania<br /><br />and laughs at it<br /><br /><br /><br />a strong man<br /><br /><br />isn't afraid of phantoms<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> stranger<br /><br /><br /><br />i want to dog you<br /><br />just once<br /><br />you don't know me<br /><br /><br />i will knot you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />only you call me bernard<br /><br />my middle name<br /><br />you tame me<br /><br />a ridiculous dog<br /><br />who knows your hand<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> you mock me<br /><br /><br />This is Embarrassment 101.<br /><br />If you think you're in the wrong classroom,<br /><br />don't let the door smack your ass on the way out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> sorry<br /><br /><br /><br />i was listening to you<br /><br /><br />it's just Andy Samberg<br /><br />on the cover of OUT<br /><br />was getting to me<br /><br />he has greek hair<br /><br />those lips are perfect<br /><br />ashton has nothing<br />on this guy<br /><br /><br />an "alexander"<br />on a hot jew<br /><br /><br />stole my attention a moment <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br />Don't make me tell YouTube<br /><br />your heedless ways<br /><br />in love<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nobody online can cook or fuck<br /><br />Don't fool yourself, Lover<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> FRAGMENT<br /><br /><br />You think I [ ]<br />[ ]<br />You need [ ] <br />[ ] so much love<br />ingratiating as a Weezer video<br />though once [ ] [ ] just okay [ ]<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dawn...<br /><br />birds alcoholic my blue<br /><br />moments before this Sun<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes, I shoveled in love<br /><br />like Allison Goldfrapp<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I listen to Goldfrapp<br /><br />sing of a Felt Mountain.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> IPOD<br /><br /><br />The gods shuffle our desire<br /><br />the way they change bodies<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh what does that <br /><br />Facebook slut<br /><br />know of love's terror?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love may go offline.<br /><br />Desire never.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> laughter<br /><br /><br />Oh, do you think I am responsible in love<br /><br />as a Goodreads librarian?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I no longer see myself<br /><br />when I arrive at your Facebook <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You say I whine<br /><br />like an ancient modem...<br /><br />yesterday's connection<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Create a private email<br /><br />just for me<br /><br />if you feel as you say<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am like the internet<br /><br />I never stop talking about you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You give me an emoticon<br /><br />not real words<br /><br /><br />You are no lover<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Everbody believes that chatroom witch<br /><br />who is loveless & always there<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Who knew<br /><br />Eros had so many friends<br /><br />on Facebook?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I saw the unbearable truth<br /><br />written on the HTML wall<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I hear your handsome lover<br /><br />told you he was on Craig's List<br /><br />to get "rid of an old sofa"<br /><br /><br /><br />Do you need Delphi's Oracle<br /><br /><br />to explain what is obvious to all?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O Eros<br /><br />I will defriend you<br /><br />on Facebook and everywhere else...<br /><br /><br /><br />Soon...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You say<br /><br />I made you false<br /><br />like any man<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nobody remembers you<br /><br />on that site where<br /><br />you accounted yourself<br /><br /><br />a remarkable Lover...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Young man, you who turn all heads<br /><br />in that late night chat,<br /><br />you change your profile <br /><br /><br />constantly<br /><br /><br />temperamental, fickle<br /><br /><br />as a young girl with makeup<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Your new lover<br /><br />types ROFLMAO constantly<br /><br />praises your wit hourly<br /><br /><br />I believe she left out an F<br /><br /><br />and her celebrated mustache<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There are no girls<br /><br />who smell like unopened melons<br /><br />in chatrooms after dark<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh you put me on block<br /><br />when you chase cock<br /><br />as though I were your fucking sister<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> fourteen<br /><br /><br />I hide behind<br /><br />this Hello Kitty avatar<br /><br />with glitter stars<br /><br />but I am a priestess<br /><br /><br />a demoness<br /><br /><br />already<br /><br /><br />See how far<br /><br />you get<br /><br /><br />you old men...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O Lover, I LOLled <br /><br />right over<br /><br />into my grave<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Your blog uses the past tense now, I see...<br /><br /><br />Are you burying a lover<br /><br />or inviting a new toy?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My autumn leaves are a radium color<br /><br /><br />See what you miss <br /><br />passing over Age,<br /><br /><br />Young Hot Fool?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Prepare to fall,"<br /><br />all the stars say.<br /><br />Such assholes!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I thought it was you <br /><br />emailing me in deep night<br /><br /><br />That ridiculous chime! <br /><br /><br />Spam!<br /><br /><br />O the acid laughter of the gods!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh that friend whose name<br /><br />you finger into your Blackberry<br /><br />you swear is beside you <br /><br />in that bar where you look about you<br /><br /><br />licking your lips<br /><br /><br />lies asleep behind me<br /><br /><br />after having enjoyed me...<br /><br /><br />and I laugh.<br /><br /><br />Dickhead!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You believe anything in love<br /><br />You're dumbfuck like Google<br /><br />You believe Ashley Tisdale has AIDS<br /><br /><br />You're so fucking dumb<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O Love<br /><br />you are dumb as a box of cocks<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Only retards believe in love," that poor slut <br /><br /><br />said one night in that chatroom<br /><br /><br />before she died of it<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes I read your email...<br /><br /><br />Does such drivel<br /><br />often guide your cock<br /><br />to its desired resting place?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You say you want me again<br /><br />after all this time....<br /><br />sorry. I deleted you as spam.<br /><br />It has been so long, I forgot<br /><br /><br />your email address...<br /><br /><br />but not your Wandering Eyes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, that one!<br /><br />His cam lens<br /><br />snasty with dried <br /><br />milk stains!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Old men online,<br /><br />hungry ghosts wandering<br /><br />from chat to chat<br /><br /><br />seeking the alms of pussy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In the chat Underworld<br /><br />it is just as Homer says...<br /><br />Nothing remembers its true name<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> pyrotechnics<br /><br /><br /><br />What is this beautiful bouquet<br /><br />you have made me using your keyboard!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, he's worth an emoticon<br /><br />nothing more <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Who do you love in RL?<br /><br /><br />Tell me some day <br /><br />when I feel strong<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />They tell me<br /><br />you are the Lord of the Chatroom...<br /><br /><br />a cherished Swineherd!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O nobody owns your feelings<br /><br />but Facebook<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't judge that whore<br /><br />who says she loves sucking cock<br /><br />on her profile<br /><br /><br /><br />She doesn't spit either<br /><br />the love that spits<br /><br />at her<br /><br /><br />Some whores are honest<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O you speak to me now<br /><br />as though I were some networking scum<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm going to a new chatroom<br /><br />where nobody knows me<br /><br />to forget you<br /><br /><br /><br />rafting down the Styx tonight<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I pretended to believe<br /><br />everything you typed to me<br /><br /><br />What more can one expect<br /><br />(seriously!)<br /><br /><br />of love online?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Some lies are true<br /><br />even in chatrooms,<br /><br /><br />even in Love.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You destroyed me<br /><br />I can't even remember her screenname<br /><br />to pay your Poison forward<br /><br /><br />like a shirt of Nessus<br /><br /><br />i wanna set your new Love on fire<br /><br /><br />My hands shake over the QWERTY<br /><br /><br />the way Leda shook...<br /><br /><br />raped by that fucktard god...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is no myth<br /><br />I die within<br /><br />reborn<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh anyone can change bodies<br /><br />the way Zeus once did<br /><br />change their voice, their sex<br /><br /><br />with all these screennames<br /><br /><br />Use a fucking Spoofcard<br /><br /><br /><br />Online subterfuge and ruse<br /><br /><br /><br />Who needs gods anymore<br /><br /><br /><br />in Love or Elsewhere...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> cocktease<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh all the others in that chatroom<br /><br />say you are just a Myth,<br /><br /><br />O cocksure & ferocious youth<br /><br /><br />No one has touched you<br /><br />in the real world<br /><br /><br />No one has managed to lure you<br /><br />to club, street or bed, yet...<br /><br /><br />Beautiful Athlete in that JPEG,<br /><br /><br />The betting pool<br /><br /><br />says you are 67<br /><br /><br />paralyzed<br /><br /><br />a virgin<br /><br /><br />some sort or tragedy<br /><br /><br />Anyway<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh, everyone is a cocktease online....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You know the candy I love...<br /><br />Blow up my box<br /><br />with emails hourly!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />That one is all cock<br /><br />If he gets Craig's List emails<br /><br />forwarded to your shared lunch table<br /><br /><br /><br />run for your Civic...<br /><br /><br /><br />Unless you are healing<br /><br />from broken Love<br /><br /><br />Then such creatures have their purpose...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> dirt<br /><br /><br /><br />Make him leave his Blackberry<br /><br />when he goes to piss<br /><br />during your shared lunch<br /><br /><br /><br />and see for yourself<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> cruising<br /><br /><br /><br />I think we hooked up<br /><br />many seasons back<br /><br /><br />Your screenname has changed<br /><br />so has mine<br /><br /><br />But I see our photos are shamefully the same<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> straight to bi<br /><br /><br /><br />If it is late at night<br /><br />and he is young, balls overfull<br /><br />and the next line is<br /><br /><br />"so where you from?"<br /><br /><br />the answer is yes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I like the funny way<br /><br />Mika sings "Hook up!"<br /><br />an arcade prize<br /><br /><br /><br />a cheap alarm<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"...straight or bi or gay or something else?"<br /><br />LOL!<br /><br />"Oh mother, nobody reads recipes to cook anymore!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm so glad<br /><br />you degraded me, Love<br /><br /><br />Now I am ready<br /><br />for a real hand<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nobody sorrows<br /><br />long online<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O Sappho, his cock<br /><br />just grew an inch<br /><br />between I.M.s!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh that chatroom lizard<br /><br />has the couth of Eric Cartman<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh that lover<br /><br />would blog a queef!<br /><br />He's a creep<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You delete your cookies<br />so I know<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Lover, do you think<br />hidemyass.com<br />will keep you safe from me?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Let the sun of that chatroom<br />keep you warm<br /><br />some distant winter<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't know much, Lover<br /><br />But I know the gods<br /><br />do not visit Craig's List<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh happy the day<br /><br />when my mouse<br /><br />smells of your cologne<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh sacred island<br /><br />where I am lost<br /><br />a rocky Gmail chat<br /><br />the sea of other bodies<br /><br /><br /><br />chimes against you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You who were my Sun<br /><br />you who were my Lover<br /><br /><br />you say I may now<br /><br />follow you on Twitter<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nobody believes your online stats<br /><br />Love, nobody believes that<br /><br />you're hung like a Paphian bull<br /><br /><br />But I know<br /><br /><br />and I will not tell<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here I am on Pogo.com<br /><br />at 3:37 a.m.<br /><br />instead of in your arms<br /><br /><br />your long, friendly arms<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My Media Player <br /><br />knows you are bad<br /><br />tries to warn me<br /><br />with torn songs<br /><br />but I restart<br /><br />the Shuffle<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I heard the chime<br /><br />of your Buddy List<br /><br />before you hit the Mute key<br /><br /><br />love, Too Late<br /><br /><br />I heard the chime<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, your love is magnanimous!<br /><br />I have just been offered<br /><br />millions of dollars from a Nigerian bank!<br /><br /><br />Oh let me get my bank's routing number right now....!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O God of Spam!<br /><br />Here...take my false lover's<br /><br />email address<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />((((((((((((Lover from dusk to dawn)))))))))))))<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, you left me<br /><br />for another lover<br /><br />with a jpeg<br /><br />ten winters old!<br /><br /><br />Fool, you sold<br /><br />me for a body<br /><br />hot for its own phantom!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I block all I.M.s<br /><br />all winter long<br /><br /><br />since they are not<br /><br />my headstrong desire<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't know how<br /><br />it crept up on me, Age!<br /><br />I was merely young<br /><br />laughing in the surf<br /><br /><br />I was merely surfing<br /><br /><br />Your bright wandering Ocean<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I cut and paste your avatar<br /><br />even your avatar<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Who are all these strangers<br /><br />jacking up that counter<br /><br />on your online profile?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh I wish<br /><br />I had not<br /><br />Googled your email!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O Google remembers<br /><br />your reef of jetsammed lovers<br /><br />much longer than you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Google is no sympathetic girlfriend<br /><br />Google is a spiteful woman<br /><br />who mocks with the truth<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Gone in anger...<br /><br />your screen name<br /><br />lingering on my buddy list<br /><br /><br />between parentheses<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes, your new love<br /><br />has the bones of a deer<br /><br />& the eyes of a lioness<br /><br />in her digital pics<br /><br />on her peerless blog<br /><br /><br />But I hear she will not cam<br /><br />with you, makes excuses<br /><br /><br />It's hard to hide a penis <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />MANUSCRIPT ENDS HERE.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6722426349720065908-5665020397199262359?l=gaysappho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>William Kecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492547054986452311noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722426349720065908.post-86975281998669212702009-04-15T11:33:00.001-07:002009-04-18T09:48:31.889-07:00Sapphobilization <br /><br />like a twit<br />to Twitter<br />your vanity brings<br /><br />you back to me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"I slept with your father too"<br />may not have been true,<br />but it worked. You fled<br /><br />in terror and I laughed<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hesiod was all about dick<br /><br />just like you, girl<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> i use protection<br /><br />You write all those love poems<br />and threats of erotic damage<br />to my SPAM folder <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Moon rises over computers too<br />pulls on the all those bodies<br />with strange tides<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> wardrobe change online<br /><br /><br />being somebody is fun<br />but being nobody is more fun<br />shapeshifters are nobody<br /><br />all the greek gods and goddesses<br /><br />were ecstatic nobodies<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Online you have wings<br /><br />but Cupid flies like a girl<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cupid flies like a girl<br /><br />this little god brakes like one too<br /><br />stops suddenly<br /><br /><br />watch your forehead<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Online, godlike men <br /><br />are often told "Fuck off!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Online, gorgeous men<br /><br />get their ass reamed<br /><br />instead of flicked<br /><br /><br />furious tongues of the mute<br /><br /><br />hate honeyed flesh<br /><br /><br />they crave<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Such honeyed flesh <br /><br />breeds untruths like ants<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> hot guy online<br /><br /><br />Such honey flesh as yours<br /><br />breeds lies like ants<br /><br /><br />All your words are myrmidons<br /><br /><br />I reach for a can of RAID!<br /><br /><br />whenever you speak<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />everyone hates beauty<br /><br />secretly<br /><br />which is the funniest thing<br /><br /><br /><br />about the world<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> APHRODITE<br /><br /><br /><br />everyone hates beauty<br /><br />everyone craves beauty<br /><br /><br />she is fucking War<br /><br /><br />what more can one say <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(in process check back)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6722426349720065908-8697528199866921270?l=gaysappho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>William Kecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492547054986452311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722426349720065908.post-55353435890324340032009-04-15T11:30:00.000-07:002009-04-18T09:47:28.080-07:00Sapphopalooza NEW TOY<br /><br />I saw you<br />with your young prize<br />& thought of Jabba the Hutt<br /><br />with Carrie Fisher on a chain<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> bar conversations over a jukebox at 1:30 a.m.<br /><br /><br />they say you have<br />a smile between<br />your legs<br /><br />she heard<br /><br />they say you have<br />a <em>smell</em> between<br />your legs<br /><br />and he got<br /><br />seventeen stitches<br /><br />instead of lucky<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />they say your tits smile on men<br /><br />like the sun & moon<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh i don't fear<br />the beautiful<br /><br />i fear<br />the kind<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> oh you know the type<br /><br />you can just see<br />him sucking on a beer bottle<br />like a titty<br /><br />across the bar<br /><br />though he is a phantom<br /><br />online<br /><br />yuck<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> slutonomics<br /> <br /><br />shall I pretend kindness<br />or shall we honor skill tonight?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />like a young girl<br />i pretend to be<br />hunted by you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> gay dad<br /><br /><br />i can't fuck you<br />you are too self-righteous<br />like california<br /><br />the second mormon state<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />women online<br />drift in packs<br />chatroom Amazons<br /><br />girl gangs<br /><br />say bang bang<br /><br />not gang bang<br /><br />seek the lonely housewife<br /><br />on her rock<br /><br />young hunter<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />chasteness <br />is a weapon<br /><br />men do not know<br /><br />how to handle<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> okay piss off then<br /><br /><br />oh you will always end up<br />with boys that look<br />like David Cook<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />you have betrayed me in love<br /><br />i curse you like california<br /><br />saintly whore<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />because of Prop 8<br />I hunt Mormon ass<br />online always<br /><br />like a golden tabernacle<br /><br />for revengefucks<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> a type<br /><br /><br />oh the david archuleta<br />boy-girl archetype<br />faun of praxiteles<br /><br />not for me<br /><br />hawthorne would fuck ya<br /><br />but I don't<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> the other kind of gay<br /><br /><br />oh you are gay<br />as california<br /><br />the second <br />moron mormon<br /><br />state<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />gymrats eat granola<br />have tiny vole penises<br />and no manners<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i'd sooner go to church<br />than fuck a gymrat<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the chatroom rolls<br />like a worried eyeball<br />in an e.r.<br /><br />it is an emergency room<br /><br />of sorts<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> mocking you<br /><br /><br />oh you fucked me <br />so hard i need an e.r.<br />i feel like an old man<br /><br />oh! oh! i need medicare<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> stopping to help<br /><br /><br />that girl wanted me<br />to work a man online<br />with her<br /><br />i changed my sex<br />and seduced beside her<br /><br />in a private chat<br /><br />though she got the meaty thighs<br /><br />i was happy to be<br /><br />a good samaritan<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> circle one for the appropriate therapy<br /><br /><br />cock is (never, always)<br />a glittering prize<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> insulter<br /><br /><br />i am kind, old man<br />but when you said<br />that vile thing to spite me<br /><br />i said you must<br />have mistaken my screen name<br /><br />for Meals on Wheels<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i do those lost<br /><br />wandering ones in the middle<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> my resume<br /><br /><br />i don't fuck with kids<br />i don't fuck the elderly<br /><br />i make a great babysitter<br />for either<br /><br />when i'm not hunting ass<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> that old line<br /><br /><br />you're allergic to latex?<br /><br />i'm allergic to bullshit<br /><br />Fuck Off<br /><br />Petri dish<br /><br />with lips<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />even her i.m. now<br />smells of her perfume<br />she baffles him<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />do you think she'd be flattered to know<br />her buddy list on your computer:<br />"girls that make my dick ache"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"she gives great i.m....<br /><br />she even cyber-swallows..."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> hunt's catsup<br /><br />a gay man<br />pretends to be straight<br />to seduce a gay man<br />pretending to be a woman<br />to seduce a straight man<br />who is really a woman<br />bored after making dinner<br />for a family of five<br /><br />Modern times are complicated<br /><br />gentle reader<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> how it happens<br /><br /><br />one in ten women<br />is as promiscuous as nine<br />out of ten men<br /><br />voila! bisexuality!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the heart makes a bad companion<br />for the cock<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a heart is a bad babysitter<br />to give to a cock<br /><br />the babysitter's<br />gonna get fucked<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> waitress<br /><br /><br />this evening's specials are...<br /><br />nasty nurse<br />naughty babysitter<br />slutty neighbor<br /><br />or Catwoman<br /><br />the vegetable?<br /><br />oh, that's you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> CAVE TAVERNAM<br /><br />Oh there are bad bad men who say<br /><br />you can't rape<br /><br />the swilling<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> yeah<br /><br />i'm one of those pansies<br />you heard about<br /><br />can i plant one<br /><br />in ya?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> short sorry<br /><br />i heart you<br />i hurt you<br />i heart you<br /><br />goodbye<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> grammar<br /><br />a cock<br />knows no<br />past tense<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> horny<br /><br />a cock<br />in the present<br />tense<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> childish<br /><br /><br />if you spit<br />he weeps<br />you said<br /><br />and you must take him<br /><br />on your knees<br /><br />and between them<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />desire is a prison cell<br />with no view<br />just homespun<br /><br />raw entertainment<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> you spit weird<br /><br />girl i hear<br />you shotgunned<br />his load back<br /><br />in his mouth<br /><br />and he whined<br /><br />"like a girl"<br /><br />you said<br /><br />a girl<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> she said<br /><br />love eclipses<br />desire sometimes<br />in a funny<br /><br />form of mirage<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Online it's easier<br />to go behind<br />someone's back<br /><br />and do what<br />you desire there<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh i did not know<br />that was in my "to be sent" file<br />that dreadful<br /><br />drunk dial of an email<br /><br />and it sailed<br />to you today by accident<br /><br />this is the way<br />the world ends<br /><br />not with a bang<br /><br />but a drunk dial<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />heartless is the best<br />connection speed<br />online<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />you are like an adbot<br />a webcrawling spider<br />reading my secret thoughts<br /><br />you send me emails<br /><br />filled with my secret desires<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> tree<br /><br />i am <br />a yum slut<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> chat chimp<br /><br /><br />you're so fucking dumb<br />you thought succinct<br />is a dirty word<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> teacher<br /><br />i wanna succinct<br />your stupid cock<br />right now<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> college girl<br /><br /><br />she rides that cock-piston machine<br />once a month<br />and pays her rent<br /><br />with what men pay to watch<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> pretty lesbian done by her girlfriend wearing a strap-on<br /><br /><br />no cock<br />has ever<br />touched her<br /><br />except in rubber<br /><br />effigy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> emily post<br /><br /><br />you have offended me<br />now you may wear <br />that strap-on<br /><br />or leave<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> practicality<br /><br />straight men<br />are coldest<br />quickest<br /><br />when you<br /><br />have to get up early<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> huntress diana is a bitch<br /><br />you say i am<br />heartless but i just<br />have not found<br /><br />a heart as fleet<br /><br />as nasty as mine<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i would seize that deer neck<br />of yours with wolf canines<br />while i did my business<br /><br />young one<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />they say her ass<br />keeps her behind<br />on her housework<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> fooled<br /><br />didn't you notice<br />how her arms<br />did not embrace you<br /><br />even when you made her cum<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> a comedy<br /><br /><br />cougars strolling<br />Menopause Mountain<br /><br />young men<br /><br />hoping to be mauled<br /><br />rub rabbit-scent<br />behind their ears<br /><br />on their cocks<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> a hedonist?<br /><br />one who puts the cock<br />before the hearse<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> sad<br /><br />i have had<br />more children<br />than orgasms<br /><br />in this life<br /><br />she said<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> she said<br /><br />who cares about fucking?<br />where is your charity<br />your sense of civic<br /><br />responsibility, your<br />spirituality<br /><br />he said<br /><br />as i was<br /><br />sucking his cock<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> to a whore<br /><br />gold raped Danae<br /><br />apparently you as well<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i liked you better<br />when you were an online myth<br /><br />when you came and went<br />like a god<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> on the poets<br /><br /><br />why would i want to know<br />something as prosaic<br />as your name<br /><br /><br />when i've been fucked<br />by your poetry<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6722426349720065908-5535343589032434003?l=gaysappho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>William Kecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492547054986452311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722426349720065908.post-46062838289384105222009-03-31T17:45:00.000-07:002009-03-31T17:46:25.146-07:00Drink More Sappho!Even online<br />Spring swells<br />the roots & tubers<br /><br />winter starved<br /><br />even online<br /><br />it is Spring<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Two dumb chatroom stags<br />lock antlers<br /><br />snort anger<br />through their nostrils<br /><br />no silver-flanked deer<br />will assume the position<br /><br />tonight<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The boys in that chatroom<br />polish themselves so often<br />they should sparkle<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have no regrets<br />so I can't have you<br />unrivaled one<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You keep several profiles<br />just now you fucked up<br /><br />You messaged one of the virtuous<br />from your lair of women,<br /><br />cocksure Hunter<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Have you ever seen a Stag<br />die a death by Cock<br /><br />How could the lesser creature<br />take the larger beast<br /><br />Fate is wayward<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The gods sprinkle that chatroom<br /><br />with ambrosia and nectar<br /><br />The girls there are pierced<br /><br />and love to be pierced <br /><br />more <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />May the gods curse that chatroom<br /><br />with std's, fevers, genital warts....<br /><br />That's where an old liar<br /><br />whose bedsheets I washed<br /><br />makes new promises <br /><br />tonight<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh she is nasty<br /><br />Sleep is just the thing<br /><br />that Jove-cow does<br /><br />between more fucking <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh he is nasty<br /><br />his tongue knows the taste<br /><br />of every flavored condom<br /><br />All 64 crayons<br /><br />in the Crayola box<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I made up a Gmail name <br /><br />just for you<br /><br />I knew you'd be<br /><br />a splendid wildfire<br /><br /><br />but brief<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ovid surely invented the IM box<br /><br />That place of magic Metamorphoses!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You are the nasty Welcome Wagon<br /><br />You prefer traveling businessmen<br /><br />because they already have the room<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nothing is real in a chatroom<br /><br />but desire<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am drunk with the chime<br /><br />of your I.M.s.!<br /><br />Such lies & nectar!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Men and women who fall in love online<br /><br />are like Icarus. Their wax wings<br /><br />lift them from the cyber-maze<br /><br /><br />as upwards they soar<br /><br /><br />and the Unreal Thing melts<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> THE DIFFERENCE<br /><br /><br /><br />Gay women in a chatroom<br /><br />spinning such warm blankets<br /><br />to put around each other<br /><br /><br /><br />Gay men crusing<br /><br />number crunchers<br /><br />burning to close a deal<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The chatroom outlasts <br /><br />the rise and set of the Sun<br /><br />the rise and set of the Moon<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THIS IS THE OCEAN INSIDE YOUR COMPUTER<br /><br /><br />ancient waves break<br /><br />people walk and let<br /><br />a cold hiss<br /><br />chill their toes<br /><br />like the grave<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Your soul is nothing more<br /><br />than a handful of porn thumbs<br /><br />on some free website<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> TO MY FRIEND'S HUSBAND<br /><br /><br />Tell us about that website you love<br /><br />where he-shes stand on beaches<br /><br />fonding their breasts<br /><br />and you lose your way in love<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I held his hand<br /><br />while you broke his will<br /><br />with your online hunts<br /><br /><br />now i take him<br /><br />as prey from you,<br /><br />clumsy Hunter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6722426349720065908-4606283828938410522?l=gaysappho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>William Kecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492547054986452311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722426349720065908.post-43316699651327881572009-03-18T09:33:00.001-07:002009-04-18T09:53:13.112-07:00Sappho Like Mika Says Everybody's Gonna Love Today....Perhaps not well or wisely...but one can't have everything, now can one?....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You pulled a disappearing act.<br /><br />No emails.No instant message chime.<br /><br />Good. My computer gets a rest<br /><br /><br />and I sleep nights again.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love like yours belongs on EBAY.<br /><br /><br />You think love an auction.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I will find some arty boy on ETSY<br /><br />who shops in crafts stores<br /><br />and has gentle ways,<br /><br /><br />some boy<br /><br /><br />who doesn't wear your cowboy boots.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Night seeps. Moon<br /><br />rises, Fucked.<br /><br />Sappho's blog silent<br /><br /><br />as that dark sea<br /><br />She rides on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My fingers pause <br /><br />over the keyboard,<br /><br /><br />over dark houses<br /><br /><br />as the unattached Moon.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love ascends not<br /><br />well-laid stairs<br /><br />but oddly-spaced<br /><br />branches, it<br /><br />fucks up its head<br /><br /><br />and we laugh.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>Lesbian</em><br /><br /><br /><br />When I think of Her. The Moon.<br /><br />I lose my place in talk<br /><br />and say to friends gathered around me....<br /><br /><br />.........<em>"just as she does"</em>.....<br /><br /><br />And they laugh at Sappho's<br /><br /><br />fucked-up non-sequiturs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love grows swift<br /><br />as August rosebushes<br /><br />if it overlooks the Sea<br /><br />Otherness, threats<br /><br />from abroad, emails, warships<br /><br /><br />people who want inside her<br /><br /><br />inside him<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>a gay bar</strong><br /><br /><br />Look at all those wild rosebushes<br /><br />swarming on that bluff<br /><br />above the freezing sea<br /><br />their gardener <br /><br />only chance sea winds<br /><br /><br />that savagely break against them<br /><br />cut them back<br /><br /><br />The salt on their leaves<br /><br /><br />is oddly sweet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>when boys play together, things come up...</em><br /><br /><br /><br />Love is often<br /><br />fed by fucked-up<br /><br />non-sequiturs<br /><br /><br />strange Odysseys<br /><br />in adventures<br /><br />or thought<br /><br /><br />Jason got rather gay<br /><br /><br />for several of his Argonauts<br /><br /><br />on that golden ship<br /><br /><br />shaped like a big cock<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When love is a fucked-up non-sequitur, <em>it is often sweetest...</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>Wild Rosebushes by an Empty Shore</strong><br /><br /><br />Salt on their leaves<br /><br />oddly sweet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You be trippin<br /><br />I'll cyber wit u<br /><br /><em>but there's no way<br /><br />I let your dog-cock<br /><br /><br />anywhere near this fineness </em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You say your pic is recent<br /><br />but that calendar on the wall<br /><br />in the image records a year<br /><br /><br />when I was a child<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>Treating the Gods like a Drive-Thru..."</strong><br /><br /><br />Oh send me a snasty boy on a white horse with a bad attitude<br /><br />and a great haircut, a boy not afraid of makeup<br /><br />no lover's hand in his <br /><br />and put some music or poetry in him ...<br /><br /><br />In fact, I'll take two, please...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh Julia, you made the mistake of sleeping <br /><br />with the chatroom Weasel.<br /><br />Because you did not swallow,<br /><br />he chews on your fucking now<br /><br />the way a pit bull gnaws a sow's ear.<br /><br /><br />He is an ingratiating cunt.<br /><br /><br />Never sleep with ingratiating cunts!<br /><br /><br />Learn your lesson from this sliver of man.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>signing off on a player late at night</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Because I did not fuck you<br /><br />I wake up smiling<br /><br />as birds wake the sky<br /><br /><br />chirpy and blameless....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Online praises<br /><br />are spiked wine<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>last night</strong><br /><br /><br />I was hungry for your body<br /><br />and its studied ways in love<br /><br />so I Googled pictures of STDs<br /><br /><br />Google made me chaste<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh give me a husband<br /><br />who doesn't even know<br /><br />what a chatroom is<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>whores, harpies...</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Once, such women could only wait<br /><br />at disreputable bars for prey<br /><br />Now, everybody's husband<br /><br /><br />is only a click away<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>Industrious</em><br /><br /><br /><br />Her spendthrift husband <br /><br />suggested she get a "part-time job"<br /><br />to help defray his gambling debt<br /><br /><br /><br />Now, she cleans her house <br /><br />naked as that day the gods made her<br /><br /><br /><br />She cams for thousands worldwide<br /><br /><br /><br />She accepts VISA and Mastercard<br /><br /><br />to see her nymphlike breasts<br />sway & tremble deliciously<br />when she bends over to dust <br /><br /><br />And she giggles sometimes<br /><br /><br />when she thinks of them all <br /><br /><br />the men and women watching<br /><br /><br />as she washes that lout's dishes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>Cybering Mystery</strong><br /><br /><br />Did we just fuck<br /><br />though we were phantoms?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />phantom break-up<br /><br /><br /><br />There is no such thing as "online sex"<br /><br />Many a sexy man and hot marriage dies<br /><br />for an oxymoron,<br /><br /><br />for a mare's nest of pussy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Eros now aims his arrows online<br /><br />He has learned to shoot at the speed of light<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, I liked you better<br /><br />as a sexy phantom<br /><br />Take your picture back<br /><br /><br />and the many winters<br /><br /><br />I see there....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'll meet ya in the Underworld tonight<br /><br />Be online around 11:30<br /><br />After mine leaves and yours too<br /><br /><br />Have strong drink<br /><br /><br />and we will wander through Hell together<br /><br /><br />making fun of those who loved to get there<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it takes two to dangle<br /><br />it takes two to fangle<br /><br />it takes two to jangle<br /><br />it takes two to mangle<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now I will believe there are unicorns<br /><br />because I saw a man say "No" <br /><br /><br />online<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6722426349720065908-4331669965132788157?l=gaysappho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>William Kecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492547054986452311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722426349720065908.post-38107355892270549102009-03-17T13:04:00.001-07:002009-04-18T10:00:06.978-07:00Sappho Says Happy St. Patrick's Day and Happy Pining! <em>beware, actaeon</em><br /><br /><br />You preside over a hundred<br />groups online. Always<br />you invite me to join<br /><br />I who am always away on the Hunt<br /><br />like Diana with my stags<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All sluts are afraid of love<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> sincere, online<br /><br /><br /><br />I am listening<br /><br />to your dying<br /><br />in one I.M.<br /><br />and chasing<br /><br />a beautiful boy<br /><br />in another<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tell me what a joke I am online<br /><br />I don't care<br /><br />You don't see me<br /><br />staring on my pillow<br /><br /><br />grave with love<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Always I think<br />I will defraud you,<br />Subtle Eros<br /><br />& you always win<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Isn't it amazing<br /><br />that your computer screen<br /><br />never fogs up like a windshield?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh you were just the usual fickle mist one finds in a chatroom...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I add all these friends online<br /><br />as a stadium of witnesses<br /><br />to keep me honest, <br /><br /><br />Dear Friend<br /><br /><br />with Joey Stefano lips<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Online is a constant Satyricon<br /><br />Fellini predicted this afternoon long ago<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />....his penis mightier than his word.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>goodreads.com</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />oh the usual nuts and bored geniuses<br /><br />I like their company<br /><br />They believe in books<br /><br />as much as fucks<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>That's</em> unusual!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>modern love</em><br /><br /><br /><br />nobody uses that pronoun anymore<br /><br />lose it, child<br /><br />your "we"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O Sappho<br /><br />forget all these fucking men!<br /><br /><br />just get the page to like you...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>the shortest poem about 'online love' i can think of</em><br /><br /><br /><br />Pine nuts.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You think I have not found that ladder in your dreams<br /><br /><br />but I am already climbing it<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />if there truly was a god<br /><br />he would have run a sharp nerve<br /><br />between cock and heart<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh everybody wants in your club<br /><br />you, god of the chatroom...<br /><br />.....or on it.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />let's go offline<br /><br />let's get drunk<br /><br />make a scene<br /><br />as some terrible restaurant<br /><br /><br />like The Olive Garden<br /><br /><br />let's ask them where Britney & Kevin<br /><br /><br />fucked, in what bathroom?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />how do i get you<br /><br />where you don't live<br /><br />any longer?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />love at the start is so real<br /><br />love at the end ditto<br /><br />often the middle is borrowed<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>no philosophers please</em><br /><br /><br />Oh, I side with the poets<br /><br />though they are but dreams<br /><br />they make me smile<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My screen locked up<br /><br />like my heart<br /><br />I CTRL-ALT-DELETE'd<br /><br />but too late<br /><br /><br /><br />your terrible I.M. remained<br /><br /><br />white phosphor<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />They say you have a secret blog<br /><br />where you mock Sappho<br /><br />for your new lover<br /><br /><br />Such a brave warrior<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>Sappho's weblog</em><br /><br /><br /><br />Your blog is for criticism<br /><br />My blog is for weeping<br /><br /><br />Feel superior all you want<br /><br /><br />Call me a girl, then!<br /><br /><br />A girl never has to explain<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Dude, that chatroom is just a dogpark..."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't fear online lovers<br /><br />I don't fear clouds<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> waking up<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Your photo was taking too long<br /><br />to download<br /><br />so I deleted it...<br /><br /><br />and you.<br /><br /><br />Goodbye.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>Lament</em><br /><br /><br /><br />They have chatrooms for sorrow<br /><br />They have chatrooms for birth<br /><br />They have chatrooms for horror<br /><br />They have chatrooms for girth<br /><br />They have chatrooms for lust<br /><br />They have chatrooms for mirth<br /><br />They have chatrooms for love<br /><br />But no chatrooms on earth<br /><br />To make you unplug the evil fucker<br /><br />You're probably online right now<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You mock my thrift store ways<br /><br />but that online barroom<br /><br />where you seek cut-rate boys<br /><br /><br />is the same thing<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh I kept perfectly still for twelve years once<br /><br /><br />I would have happily died that way<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I only remove your eyes<br /><br />your voice<br /><br />the photos of you <br /><br />wearing only the gifts Nature gave you,<br /><br /><br />superabundantly...<br /><br /><br />But not your screenname<br /><br /><br />oddly enough.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There's no weeping in cockchasing!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>fallen</em><br /><br /><br /><br />His own AWOL heart<br />cockblocked him<br /><br />finally.<br /><br /><br /><br />The wolf pack<br /><br />howls with laughter<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The consolations of enforced virtue<br /><br />young men who are kind<br /><br />They pat my cyber-hand<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>animal</strong><br /><br /><br />Oh when I read your blog<br /><br />I have such fun...<br /><br /><br />Like going to the zoo!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>Wise to You</em><br /><br /><br /><br />oh you are just a zookeeper in Love...<br /><br /><br />you have a menagerist's mind...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dude, put on the cyber-shawl already<br /><br />I don't even have any books<br /><br />as old as you, old as you...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I do an Image Search on my computer<br /><br />and find more hotties<br /><br />than a Vampire Weekend concert<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"You're just a pic collector!"<br /><br />You're not a respectable slut<br /><br /><br />at all!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I haven't sunk as low as you<br /><br />Old man who hungers<br /><br /><br /><br />I haven't read <em>Twilight</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>"smooth</em>"<br /><br /><br />You say you love women<br />but your "S2R"<br />your "uncut" and "versatile"<br /><br />tell me you are no stranger<br /><br />to cock and its ways<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You are a liar<br /><br /><br />I see<br /><br />Photoshop hairlines<br /><br />round your cock<br /><br /><br />Pathetic!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You lied to me<br /><br />so I turned you<br /><br />into a Photoshop monster<br /><br /><br />and my friends laugh at you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>slob (she said...)</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh I wish<br /><br />you had not cammed for me!<br /><br />You were a god<br /><br />until I saw your bedroom floor<br /><br />Your cock, your face<br />are Olympian, yes<br /><br /><br /><em>Your ways are hoggish</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, I want to hook up<br /><br />the boy in the i.m. on the left<br /><br />with the one on the right<br /><br /><br />and just go to bed<br /><br /><br />Neither one is you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>gone</em><br /><br /><br /><br />o nobody has your charms<br /><br />o nobody has your harms<br /><br /><br />o nobody has the tribal tats<br /><br /><br />i love round your strong arms<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>tranny</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Your breasts are delicious, girl<br /><br /><br />He just wanna know<br /><br />if you were born with them...<br /><br /><br />And if you lost that toy<br /><br /><br />you had between your legs <br /><br /><br />"It is gone," you whisper<br /><br /><br />And, surprisingly,<br /><br /><em>so is he, suddenly</em>...<br /><br /><br /><br />Some men <br /><br />prefer a well-stocked buffet<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>frustrated</em><br /><br /><br /><br />What? Didn't get your first choice?<br /><br />Look, this strider coming along<br /><br />here has his cock for a screenname<br /><br /><br />You won't even have to ask...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>girls are clever too</em><br /><br />that second instant message<br />where you just perjured yourself<br /><br />was her best girlfriend.<br />It's all over,<br /><br />cut-and-pasted. <br /><br />Busted dude!<br /><br />And she was all moist<br /><br />for you. She was undoing<br /><br />all the locks, dumbass!<br /><br />Your ravenous cock <br /><br />is your weak partner<br /><br /><br />on these failed missions!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Have you tried that one?<br /><br />Oh he is ravenous!"<br /><br />"Seconds and thirds?"<br /><br /><br />"Fifths!"<br /><br /><br />You have to pretend<br /><br />to get a phone call<br /><br /><br />to kick him out the door<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cybering is the lowest depth of misery!<br /><br />Cyberia is where a cock is sentenced<br /><br />when it's too lame to score...<br /><br /><br />frigid wasteland of one-hand typing, <br /><br /><br />steppes of unfeeling words!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>lies</em><br /><br /><br />you say another<br /><br />used your screenname<br /><br />to type those words to me<br /><br /><br />Fine.<br /><br />you are a man<br /><br /><br />but i'll tell everyone<br /><br /><br />you grew a pussy between your legs today<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />even online<br /><br /><br />I am old enough to laugh<br /><br />young enough to burn<br /><br /><br />even online<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When you ask me "How much?"<br />I am not offended.<br /><br /><br />I am proud<br />of my dirty mouth.<br /><br /><br />I have earned it.<br /><br /><br />Everything is free...<br /><br />if we are both lost...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>hello officer</strong><br /><br /><br />when you ask me "How much?"<br /><br />I say Howdy Officer<br /><br />and tell you to call me<br /><br /><br />when your shift is done<br /><br /><br />Some whores are free<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>i.m. chime</em><br /><br /><br /><br />Well, Hello Snasty!<br /><br />Where have you been<br /><br />all my tonight...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>skilled labor</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't leave my house<br /><br /><br />for days at a stretch<br /><br /><br />because your visits are cordial<br /><br />because you know<br /><br /><br /><em>"pillows aren't for heads, silly...</em>"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>a choice of two</em><br /><br /><br /><br />oh give me the ugly one astride the monstrous dangler <br /><br /><br />i am aching from one like that medium-sized beauty there<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />husband and wife<br /><br />they wanted me between<br /><br />As both were full-lipped, androgynous<br /><br /><br />i could not say No<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>an arrangement, an education...</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Often,<br /><br />a young man<br /><br />will offer his young wife<br /><br />to a younger man<br /><br /><br />inexperienced...<br /><br /><br />All benefit<br /><br />from the charm<br /><br /><br />of this Riding School<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>thoughts at a funeral</em><br /><br /><br />as i will not be leaving<br /><br />with a single one of you<br /><br />i rarely mourn<br /><br /><br /><br />my ways with men<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>thoughts at a funeral</em><br /><br /><br />i rarely grieve<br /><br /><br />when i sleep alone<br /><br /><br /><em>"We all sleep alone"</em><br /><br /><br /><em>Poor Cher!</em><br /><br />for all her new faces<br /><br />sings of the grave<br /><br /><br />already...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh the consolations of age<br /><br />young men who prefer<br /><br />to sleep with their mother<br /><br /><br />or their father<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The racetrack or the chatroom tonight?<br /><br />Either way, you will bet on fine steeds<br /><br />who have glory and disappointment in them<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, I wanted to fuck you<br /><br />so bad, boy<br /><br />until I saw you<br /><br /><br />in that Hollister shirt<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>girl, interrupted</em><br /><br /><br />You said straight<br /><br />though my girls said "No!"<br /><br /><br />You sent me a photo<br /><br />you in an Abercrombie & Fitch shirt<br /><br /><br />Go kiss someone with razor stubble<br /><br /><br />I've nothing against blowfish<br /><br /><br />but I sleep with men<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>lindsay lohan</strong><br /><br /><br />Leave Lindsay Lohan alone<br /><br />She sucked every big cock in Hollywood<br />to try to please you<br /><br /><br />She is adorable with Samantha<br /><br /><br />Run away to Greece<br />and get married, child<br /><br /><br />Your parents are fascists<br />Their homophobia isn't even about<br /><br /><br />Love. It's about "bankability."<br /><br /><br />I only see 2 whores<br /><br /><br />and neither one is Lindsay<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>oh lindsay</strong><br /><br /><br />few are born<br /><br />with a face like yours<br /><br /><br /><br />you make both Disney<br /><br />and Hustler nervous<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>"Fire-crotch</em>"<br /><br /><br />enters the English language<br /><br />just for you<br /><br /><br /><br />You are like Helen of Troy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>the horrible truth</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />I sleep with nobody...<br /><br />I sleep with everybody...<br /><br />I dream only of you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love cockblocked me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I prefer the young<br /><br />because they have my problems<br /><br />embarrassingly<br /><br /><br /><br />though I have no embarrassment<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>reverence</em><br /><br /><br />when I broke up with you<br /><br />I never fucked a guy<br /><br />who looked even vaguely like you<br /><br /><br />even now<br /><br /><br />I won't<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>doppelgangers</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Nature is cruel<br />and recycles your face<br />on young men now<br /><br /><br />She's an evil bitch<br /><br /><br />returns you to me<br /><br /><br />provisionally<br /><br /><br /><br />She knows I can't fuck them<br /><br />but will grip the knife<br /><br />with my bare hands<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh i'm no emily dickinson<br /><br />my coyness<br /><br />i keep for that next Incarnation<br /><br /><br />where i don't meet you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> fool<br /><br /><br /><br />wait for me there<br /><br />forever<br /><br />because I said once<br /><br />I'm coming<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I write my poems<br /><br />in a naked bathtub<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>revisionism</strong><br /><br /><br />Anne Carson seems embarrassed<br /><br />by Sappho's lesbian rap<br /><br /><br />prefers her a bisexual<br /><br /><br />Even if correct<br /><br /><br />why does she withdraw<br /><br />such sweet milk?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>footnotes</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />I try to always give credit to my sources<br /><br />Your cock did this<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>annie oakley</em><br /><br /><br /><br />girls online<br /><br />rove in packs<br /><br />just like boys<br /><br /><br />the stakes are higher<br /><br /><br /><br />so they learn to take<br /><br />an approaching wolf out<br /><br /><br />after a single typed line of shit<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have seen women online<br /><br />so splendid I quake<br /><br />in my queer boots<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>online feud</strong><br /><br /><br />on those rare occasions<br /><br />when a woman<br /><br />calls another woman<br /><br /><br />a cunt<br /><br /><br />you can be sure<br /><br /><br />a man is to blame<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>lichen</strong><br /><br /><br />oh the chatroom is your husband<br /><br />you talk to all those men while you cook<br /><br />or tend poorly to your children<br /><br /><br />you don't even care about love<br /><br /><br />just love to talk<br /><br /><br />you'll never own<br /><br />a single man<br /><br /><br />because your blood<br /><br />never flushes<br /><br /><br />you're just "one of the guys"<br /><br /><br />Your life is a virtue<br /><br /><br />embarrassing all<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>what they want to know online</em><br /><br /><br /><br />gay man: cock size<br /><br />straight man: do you swallow?<br /><br />gay woman: when can i move in?<br /><br />straight woman: do you think i look fat in that pic?<br /><br />& how much do you earn?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>online stranger</strong><br /><br /><br />i had a hot bath<br /><br />instead of your huge cock<br /><br />and no regrets<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I fall in love with men<br /><br />I could lift and hold<br /><br />against a wall<br /><br /><br />I like their girly wrists<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nothing seduces me so well<br /><br />as when a 110 pound fairy<br /><br />sings like George Michael<br /><br /><br />Nature has a great sense of humor<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>both sides now</em><br /><br /><br />I warn girls about men like you<br /><br />They should know they might taste<br /><br />what you sucked from me<br /><br /><br />so expertly last night<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Unlaid online?<br /><br />Wow.<br /><br />You musta laid a hurting<br /><br /><br />on that ugly tree!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>young man</strong><br /><br /><br />You think you ditched me<br /><br />but I chased you off<br /><br />because you terrify me<br /><br /><br />I can't stand before you<br /><br /><br />very long at all<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes, I was "born this way."<br /><br /><br />ravenous and asleep.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>i didn't say nuthin</em><br /><br /><br /><br />oh let's just say that your lover is "ambidextrous"...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh I don't despise the lower ones<br /><br /><br />they fertilize this comedy <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>germany to norway</em><br /><br /><br />I could have been<br /><br />in <em>The Sound of Music</em><br /><br />I was so happy, dancing <br /><br /><br />through that giant landscape<br /><br /><br />and then I came<br />to the fjord<br /><br /><br />of your love<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I like to undo<br /><br />a man's articulation in bed<br /><br /><br /><br />Nothing could be finer<br /><br />than to steal your consonants<br /><br /><br />young one,<br /><br /><br />and leave you only vowels...<br /><br /><br />sacred diphthongs...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />you say I am "all talk"<br /><br />& you're exactly right<br /><br /><br /><br />because you dog-butt ugly!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>girlfriends</em><br /><br /><br /><br />auden was a woman<br />schuyler too. duh.<br /><br /><br />probably hart<br /><br /><br />but Frank?<br /><br /><br />I doubt it<br /><br /><br />gay men's arm<br /><br /><br />are warm or swarm<br /><br /><br />I prefer warm<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>the grip</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />you bragged about your size online<br /><br />you told me of your stamina<br /><br />but you have no clue<br /><br /><br />it's those canine teeth of yours<br /><br /><br />on the nape of a neck<br /><br /><br />that bring all lovers back<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>slut say</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />you say to be gifted<br /><br />in such sluttiness<br /><br />is to be gifted in nothing<br /><br /><br /><br />but do you see<br /><br />what I drive<br /><br /><br /><br />and what you drive, fool?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>tribute to whorange</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tori amos sang<br /><br />"the power of orange knickers"<br /><br />and orange undies are so underrated<br /><br /><br />so underrated<br /><br /><br />whorange is my favorite color<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>dick</em><br /><br /><br /><br />my ink is looser<br /><br /><br />than my cum<br /><br /><br />don't flatter yourself<br /><br /><br />you know me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>derby</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />I adopt you like a son<br /><br />We are chaste together,<br /><br />we watch surreal television all night<br /><br /><br />sometimes we hold hands though<br /><br /><br />and I lie back<br /><br />on the sofa next to you<br /><br /><br />and close my eyes<br /><br /><br />try to feel dead<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>silly robot chicken love</em><br /><br /><br /><br />I crave a young guy<br /><br />who wants Rainbow Brite's horse<br /><br /><br />Pegasus of his strange poetry<br /><br /><br />seduces me always<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>poets i like</em><br /><br /><br /><br />david trinidad<br /><br />adds a sweetness<br /><br />to american poetry<br /><br /><br />like cinnamon<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>poets i dislike</em><br /><br /><br /><br />stay nameless<br /><br /><br />i made a fool<br /><br />of myself for you<br /><br /><br /><br />and your friends<br /><br /><br />you are splendid<br /><br /><br />a wet piece of bread<br /><br />that soaks up<br /><br />cum and praise<br /><br /><br />i saw you moved<br /><br />five or six states closer<br /><br />and felt like moving<br /><br /><br />you did nothing wrong<br /><br /><br /><br />i still find you<br /><br /><br /><br />stunning<br /><br /><br />and repulsive<br /><br /><br />you will be forty<br /><br />so soon<br /><br /><br />it will be fun<br /><br />to watch<br /><br /><br /><br />that tumble<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>don't call me vain, dude</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh i neither<br /><br />like nor dislike myself<br /><br /><br />i am only a poet<br /><br /><br />impressed into<br /><br />Nature's service<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my lover knows<br /><br />my erotomania<br /><br />and laughs at it<br /><br /><br /><br />a strong man<br /><br /><br />isn't afraid of phantoms<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>stranger</em><br /><br /><br /><br />i want to dog you<br /><br />just once<br /><br />you don't know me<br /><br />i will knot you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />only you call me bernard<br /><br />my middle name<br /><br />you tame me<br /><br />a ridiculous dog<br /><br />who knows your hand<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Eros is a death-mask<br /><br />you wear it while you sleep<br /><br />invisible beauty-mask<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>you mock me</em><br /><br /><br />This is Embarrassment 101.<br /><br />If you think you're in the wrong classroom,<br /><br />don't let the door smack your ass on the way out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <em>sorry</em><br /><br /><br /><br />i <em>was</em> listening to you<br /><br /><br />it's just Andy Samberg<br /><br />on the cover of OUT<br /><br />was getting to me<br /><br />he has greek hair<br /><br />those lips are perfect<br /><br />ashton has nothing<br />on this guy<br /><br /><br />an "alexander"<br />on a hot jew<br /><br /><br />stole my attention a moment<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6722426349720065908-3810735589227054910?l=gaysappho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>William Kecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492547054986452311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722426349720065908.post-77985505625401752352009-03-16T11:02:00.000-07:002009-03-16T11:05:30.558-07:00More SapphoDon't make me tell YouTube<br /><br />your heedless ways<br /><br />in love<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nobody online can cook or fuck<br /><br />Don't fool yourself, Lover<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> FRAGMENT<br /><br /><br />You think I [ ]<br />[ ]<br />You need [ ] <br />[ ] so much love<br />ingratiating as a Weezer video<br />though once [ ] [ ] just okay [ ]<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dawn...<br /><br />birds alcoholic my blue<br /><br />moments before this Sun<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes, I shoveled in love<br /><br />like Allison Goldfrapp<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I listen to Goldfrapp<br /><br />sing of a Felt Mountain.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> IPOD<br /><br /><br />The gods shuffle our desire<br /><br />the way they change bodies<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh what does that <br /><br />Facebook slut<br /><br />know of love's terror?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love may go offline.<br /><br />Desire never.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>laughter</strong><br /><br /><br />Oh, do you think I am responsible in love<br /><br />as a Goodreads librarian?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I no longer see myself<br /><br />when I arrive at your Facebook <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You say I whine<br /><br />like an ancient modem...<br /><br />yesterday's connection<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Create a private email<br /><br />just for me<br /><br />if you feel as you say<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am like the internet<br /><br />I never stop talking about you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You give me an emoticon<br /><br />not real words<br /><br /><br />You are no lover<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Everbody believes that chatroom witch<br /><br />who is loveless & always there<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Who knew<br /><br />Eros had so many friends<br /><br />on Facebook?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I saw the unbearable truth<br /><br />written in HTML<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I hear your handsome lover<br /><br />told you he was on Craig's List<br /><br />to get "rid of an old sofa"<br /><br /><br /><br />Do you need Delphi's Oracle<br /><br /><br />to explain what is obvious to all?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O Eros<br /><br />I will defriend you<br /><br />on Facebook and everywhere else...<br /><br /><br /><br />Soon...<br /><br /><br /><br />Soon...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You say<br /><br />I made you false<br /><br />like any man<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nobody remembers you<br /><br />on that site where<br /><br />you accounted yourself<br /><br /><br />a remarkable Lover...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Young man, you who turn all heads<br /><br />in that late night chat,<br /><br />you change your profile <br /><br /><br />constantly<br /><br /><br />temperamental, fickle<br /><br /><br />as a young girl with makeup<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Your new lover<br /><br />types ROFLMAO constantly<br /><br />praises your wit hourly<br /><br /><br />I believe she left out an F<br /><br /><br />and her celebrated mustache<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There are no girls<br /><br />who smell like unopened melons<br /><br />in chatrooms after dark<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh you put me on block<br /><br />when you chase cock<br /><br />as though I were your fucking sister<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>young girl</strong><br /><br /><br />I hide behind<br /><br />this Hello Kitty avatar<br /><br />with glitter stars<br /><br />but I am a priestess<br /><br /><br />a demoness<br /> <br /><br />already<br /><br /><br />See how far<br /><br />you get<br /><br /><br /><em>you old men</em>...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O Lover, I LOLled <br /><br />right over<br /><br />into my grave<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Your blog uses the past tense now, I see...<br /><br /><br />Are you burying a lover<br /><br />or inviting a new toy?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My autumn leaves are a radium color<br /><br />See what you miss <br /><br />passing over Age,<br /><br /><br />Young Hot Fool?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Prepare to fall,"<br /><br />all the stars say.<br /><br />Such assholes!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I thought it was you <br /><br />emailing me in deep night<br /><br /><br />That ridiculous chime! <br /><br /><br />Spam!<br /><br /><br />O the acid laughter of the gods!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh that friend whose name<br /><br />you finger into your Blackberry<br /><br />you swear is beside you <br /><br />in that bar where you look about you<br /><br /><br />licking your lips<br /><br /><br />lies asleep behind me<br /><br /><br />after having enjoyed me...<br /><br /><br />and I laugh.<br /><br /><br />Dickhead!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You believe anything in love<br /><br />You're dumbfuck like Google<br /><br />You believe Ashley Tisdale has AIDS<br /><br /><br />You're so fucking dumb<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O Love<br /><br />you are dumb as a box of cocks<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Only retards believe in love," that poor slut <br /><br /><br />said one night in that chatroom<br /><br /><br />before she died of it<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes I read your email...<br /><br /><br />Does such drivel<br /><br />often guide your cock<br /><br />to its desired resting place?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You say you want me again<br /><br />after all this time....<br /><br />sorry. I deleted you as spam.<br /><br />It has been so long, I forgot<br /><br /><br />your email address...<br /><br /><br />but not your Wandering Eyes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, that one!<br /><br />His cam lens<br /><br />snasty with dried <br /><br />milk stains!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Old men online,<br /><br />hungry ghosts wandering<br /><br />from chat to chat<br /><br /><br />seeking the alms of pussy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In the chat Underworld<br /><br />it is just as Homer says,<br /><br />Nothing remembers its true name<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>pyrotechnics</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />What is this beautiful bouquet<br /><br />you have made me using your keyboard!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, he's worth an emoticon<br /><br />nothing more <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Who do you love in RL?<br /><br /><br />Tell me some day <br /><br />when I feel strong<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />They tell me<br /><br />you are the Lord of the Chatroom...<br /><br /><br />a cherished Swineherd!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O nobody owns your feelings<br /><br />but Facebook<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't judge that whore<br /><br />who says she loves sucking cock<br /><br />on her profile<br /><br /><br /><br />She doesn't spit either<br /><br />the love that spits<br /><br />at her<br /><br /><br />Some whores are honest<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O you speak to me now<br /><br />as though I were some networking scum<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm going to a new chatroom<br /><br />where nobody knows me<br /><br />to forget you<br /><br /><br /><br />rafting down the Styx tonight<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I pretended to believe<br /><br />everything you typed to me<br /><br /><br />What more can one expect<br /><br />(seriously!)<br /><br /><br />of love online?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Some lies are true<br /><br />even in chatrooms,<br /><br /><br />even in Love.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You destroyed me<br /><br />I can't even remember her screenname<br /><br />to pay your Poison forward<br /><br /><br />like a shirt of Nessus<br /><br /><br />i wanna set your new Love on fire<br /><br /><br />My hands shake over the QWERTY<br /><br /><br />the way Leda shook...<br /><br /><br />raped by that fucktard god...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is no myth<br /><br />I die within<br /><br />reborn<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh anyone can change bodies<br /><br />the way Zeus once did<br /><br />change their voice, their sex<br /><br /><br />with all these screennames<br /><br /><br />Use a fucking Spoofcard<br /><br /><br /><br />Online subterfuge and ruse<br /><br /><br /><br />Who needs gods anymore<br /><br /><br /><br />in Love or Elsewhere...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>cocktease</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh all the others in that chatroom<br /><br />say you are just a Myth,<br /><br /><br />O cocksure & ferocious youth<br /><br /><br />No one has touched you<br /><br />in the real world<br /><br /><br />No one has managed to lure you<br /><br />to club, street or bed, yet...<br /><br /><br />Beautiful Athlete in that JPEG,<br /><br /><br />The betting pool<br /><br /><br />says you are 67<br /><br /><br />paralyzed<br /><br /><br />a virgin<br /><br />of some sort or tragedy<br /><br /><br />Anyway<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh, everyone is a cocktease online....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You know the candy I love...<br /><br />Blow up my box<br /><br />with emails hourly!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />That one is all cock<br /><br />If he gets Craig's List emails<br /><br />forwarded to your shared lunch table<br /><br /><br /><br />run for your Civic...<br /><br /><br /><br />Unless you are healing<br /><br />from broken Love<br /><br /><br />Then such creatures have their purpose...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>dirt</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Make him leave his Blackberry<br /><br />when he goes to piss<br /><br />during your shared lunch<br /><br /><br /><br />and see for yourself<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>cruising</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />I think we hooked up<br /><br />many seasons back<br /><br /><br />Your screenname has changed<br /><br />so has mine<br /><br /><br />But I see our photos are shamefully the same<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <strong>straight to bi</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />If it is late at night<br /><br />and he is young, balls overfull<br /><br />and the next line is<br /><br /><br /><em>"so where you from?"</em><br /><br /><br />the answer is <em>yes</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I like the funny way<br /><br />Mika sings "Hook up!"<br /><br />an arcade prize<br /><br /><br /><br />a cheap alarm<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"...straight or bi or gay or something else?"<br /><br />LOL!<br /><br />"Oh mother, nobody reads recipes to cook anymore!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm so glad<br /><br />you degraded me, Love<br /><br /><br />Now I am ready<br /><br />for a real hand<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nobody sorrows<br /><br />long online<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O Sappho, his cock<br /><br />just grew an inch<br /><br />between I.M.s!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh that chatroom lizard<br /><br />has the couth of Eric Cartman<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh that lover<br /><br />would blog a queef!<br /><br />He's a creep<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love is the Golden Fleece<br /><br /><br />Hell Yawl!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6722426349720065908-7798550562540175235?l=gaysappho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>William Kecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492547054986452311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722426349720065908.post-21252355871153790042009-03-13T03:01:00.000-07:002009-03-14T06:41:11.322-07:00 <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You delete your cookies<br />so I know<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Lover, do you think<br />hidemyass.com<br />will keep you safe from me?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Let the sun of that chatroom<br />keep you warm<br /><br />some distant winter<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't know much, Lover<br /><br />But I know the gods<br /><br />do not visit Craig's List<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh happy the day<br /><br />when my mouse<br /><br />smells of your cologne<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh sacred island<br /><br />where I am lost<br /><br />a rocky Gmail chat<br /><br />the sea of other bodies<br /><br /><br /><br />chimes against you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You who were my Sun<br /><br />you who were my Lover<br /><br />you say I may now<br /><br />follow you on Twitter<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nobody believes your online stats<br /><br />Love, nobody believes that<br /><br />you're hung like a Paphian bull<br /><br /><br />But I know<br /><br /><br />and I will not tell<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here I am on Pogo.com<br /><br />at 3:37 a.m.<br /><br />instead of in your arms<br /><br /><br />your long, friendly arms<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My Media Player <br /><br />knows you are bad<br /><br />tries to warn me<br /><br />with torn songs<br /><br />but I restart<br /><br />the Shuffle<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I heard the chime<br /><br />of your Buddy List<br /><br />before you hit the Mute key<br /><br /><br />love, Too Late<br /><br /><br />I heard the chime<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, your love is magnanimous!<br /><br />I have just been offered<br /><br />millions of dollars from a Nigerian bank!<br /><br /><br />Oh let me get my bank's routing number right now....!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O God of Spam!<br /><br />Here...take my false lover's<br /><br />email address<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />((((((((((((Lover from dusk to dawn)))))))))))))<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, you left me<br /><br />for another lover<br /><br />with a jpeg<br /><br />ten winters old!<br /><br /><br />Fool, you sold<br /><br />me for a body<br /><br />hot for its own phantom!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I block all I.M.s<br /><br />all winter long<br /><br /><br />since they are not<br /><br />my headstrong desire<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't know how<br /><br />it crept up on me, Age!<br /><br />I was merely young<br /><br />laughing in the surf<br /><br /><br />I was merely surfing<br /><br /><br />Your bright wandering Ocean<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I cut and paste your avatar<br /><br />even your avatar<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Who are all these strangers<br /><br />jacking up that counter<br /><br />on your online profile?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh I wish<br /><br />I had not<br /><br />Googled your email!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O Google remembers<br /><br />your reef of jetsammed lovers<br /><br />much longer than you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Google is no sympathetic girlfriend<br /><br />Google is a spiteful woman<br /><br />who mocks with the truth<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Gone in anger...<br /><br />your screen name<br /><br />lingering on my buddy list<br /><br /><br />between parentheses<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes, your new love<br /><br />has the bones of a deer<br /><br />& the eyes of a lioness<br /><br />in her digital pics<br /><br />on her peerless blog<br /><br /><br />But I hear she will not cam<br /><br />with you, makes excuses<br /><br /><br />It's hard to hide a penis<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6722426349720065908-2125235587115379004?l=gaysappho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>William Kecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492547054986452311noreply@blogger.com0