~satin strings~

you are as good 
for me
as you are bad 
for me

i hang upside down 
as a trapped butterfly 
from the widows' web

my bright wings now
dripping in strings
that hold me tight
and still i can see 
the world around me
but unable to move
because of the fear
of being bound tighter 
in invisible threads
that taste 
my freedom
and 
drain it from 
my being

do i
want to be loosed?
do i
want to be free?

you touch me with
your hairy leg
and soothe away my fears
with a pleasure poison

it stings when first
entering my body
but soon my squirming ends
and i watch as you begin
to consume me 

do i
want to be loosed?
do i
want to be free?

all i feel is the bliss
of being your food
and i am a slave to the 
spaces that you cause 
to erupt in me 
over and over again and 
i look back at the world
but i need to stay here
trapped in loves' web
with you 

do i
want to be loosed?
do i
want to be free?


no.



-Kimba
Copyright: 
March 15, 2001

















SUMMER BALLADE

Dead feet walking
he took a trip to Cheyenne
and drank in a real western saloon...
but he woke up before he could taste
the first drop of his bottle.

Stiff, rolls away and out of dreams
and falls, like endless solitude
like irridescent halo
he surrounds the table with hangover aura
hunger, cereal and piss.

Illicit prayer and he dresses and gets in car
and drives to center of town and parks, walk
down the block whistling to the old
duplex across the street from the bus station
and nods and the bums on the benches, although
he forgets their name. Stops young kid on the way
and buys 10 dollars worth of weed, and smiles and
pockets it and knocks on the door.

Fresh faced, grinning burnette angel
hovering above his sins
and opens arms and she fits inside like 
a present, all wrapped up in nothingness, 
he's not even there.

fucking on the stairs and commiserating
in their sweat and cries, and sex moanining
desire and driven by the rush in their loins
and the neighbor's, 
old reverent priests and priestesses smile, 
and nod and laugh to themselves;
smell the sticky sweet aroma of hash fill
downstairs hallway, where crosslegged
naked they pass back and forth fluids and joint
and inhale, exhale and cry their way
from the inside out.

Short goodbye, out the door, its afternoon now, 
sun is so hot, 
and he stops and sits on bench
with the second bum he met last week and
share a bottle of Scotch, and stares at the sidewalk, 
cracks and watches ants and pours them
a little Scotch too, which they flee from...

Gets up, walks back to car, now drunk and high
and running on no cylinders and all instinct
and back at home, he sleeps till twilight
awakens and showers, finally, after 3 days, and 
sits on front steps overlooking front yard
daydreams of cowboys and indians, and 
"Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" in the background
rolls another joint and inhales summer's ephemeral
majesty and smiles, 
smiles so softly that the universe embraces him and his 
smile
and all's well, and he knows it
and the children know it, and his lungs fill
and empty, like the ebb and flow of life
the waxing and waning of of our preoccupations,
misrepresentations and hidden anguishes, 
but that doesn't matter, the sun is down, the children laugh, 
the houses
fill with light and lovers, and flies and
cold beer and warm beer and spit
and cum, and dreams...always dreaming...
maybe the sun will never come up again...
starts the engine, rolls down his window
and decides to find out...

-Matt
pisces_iscariot_@hotmail.com
Copyright: 2001


















you lease me
rent me
borrow me
from a dim lit video store

something new
something racy
something you've wanted from the start

quite the collector's item
you let the tape roll on
and on

slow motion sex scenes
your own popcorn
muting the dialog

every time you watch
you see something different

and you can't help but want more



being oh so kind
as you rewind
the due date has come too soon

you turn
unable to watch
as the owner caresses
my cover

you don't bother to see
if i make it to the shelf

time lingers

restless replay

you find yourself
one day
wandering back to the video store

the owner smiles
he knows what you want

bondage, lesbian, gang bang sluts 
sorted along the shelves
leave your gaze unsatisfied

but you took too long to rent again
and your taste is not alone

you let me linger on those shelves
where others can look, rent, and lust

how many others
view the tape
with sticky fingers
guiding it home?

it's a sickening reminder

you can never have
what is already owned

-fawn
copyright:
12/04 


















ENTOMBED KISSES

My kisses are permanently 
entombed in marital vows
This lustful heart bleeds 
but will not die unrequited

I cannot breathe the pleasures 
of orgasmic soaring into 
the ecstasies of nirvanic bliss

I must find a way to 
release thwarted desires 
that have no other options left 
save renunciation and 
spiritual hermitage cloistered 
in a prison of regret 

-Alton
Copyright:2001



















i have nothing to
give you
but my nothingness makes
you whole
we share our emptiness - the void of unity
because our vacancy
is all that is real

-fawn
copyright
12/04


















~white birch grove~

spoiled high maintenance lady
picks money from trees
buys stuff 
for on her
more stuff
for in her

pretty white bitch
looks down her nose 
at you

you help her with her zipper
and you
get more pairs of shoes
for her to admire on her 
high arched narrow foot 
with
red painted candy toes

now that's a good boy
she knows that you want her
she knows that she makes 
your palms sweat
but baby 
you can not have her

she might give you
a sexy good teeth smile
she might give you
a elegantly spoken word
she might even let you
see more than her thigh
but baby
don't hold your breath

don't lust after her body
don't lust after her money
don't lust after her

cause baby
you don't have any money
growing on your trees
and she loves the green stuff
more than she would ever love you

maybe baby
you can dream
of sexy 
of trees

of hands sliding down 
pampered sex bomb curves

of smelling her expensive scent 
while tasting her minted breath

you can dream
of running your fingers
through her luminous hair

of taking your time 
to undress her 
with more 
than your eyes

that's right baby dream

dream now 

she will 
walk away from you soon
she will
go and have another help her
she will
never be your reality

so step back to your real
and leave this charmed lady 
for your dreams.

-Joee
Copyright:
March 23, 2001

















untitled

In this secret abode, I laugh amd throw reddish color
swirls across the room.
Streams of sparks explode from my mouth.
My mind is open to the winds.
The blyssful haunting winds of the night.
Strange echoes wander in.
I float down surreal hallways painted with acid
dreams.
I am an acid dream.
I switch on the TV in another world.
ANOTHER WORLD.
An exploded doorway.
A timeless void.
A living daydream just walked through the door.
Shadowy dust of a shattered glass bomb.
Voolic acid seeps up through the floorboards at night.
I am turned on.
Five drones and the brain eyes nixid wisps.
The LSD Nitely Nooz is airing its 66-millionth
broadcast in the elektrik skylight windowpanes 
of the moon.
Plutonium dust glitters in the delirious moonlight,
flowing froma huge gold spoon.
And it turns me on.
Like A Bomb on a steel tower in the New Mexico dawn.
A SUPER BLYSSBOMB.

-Matt
Copyright: 11-22-03
airlesslunar@yahoo.com

















~the captor~


and if my lover, tamed
were to crawl inside of me
could I be so blamed
as to lock her with my key?
for truly doth my skin
wish only to invite her in
and hence my heart the tempter
wish desperately to tempt her
will it take a kiss?
or subtly placed perfume
or will it take much more 
than senses
to lock her in my room? 

--Bard
Copyright, 2000

















~to pacify~ 


could he control the magnetic beast? 

wild with teeth of white knives,
enchanting with fingernails of pink fire, 
oh how they cause red blood to flow 
from pale covered wrappings,
taming this wild night
will not be possible.

long mane drips drops of wetness,
hungrily she growls and she hisses 
at her dinner. 
how could he have possibly
mistaken her as tamable? 

sensual mind of the temptress
invites him to savor her scent.
passion grips him as he stones, 
she licks her lips.

he lays beneath all of the charms
that god has gifted her with. 
his mind weakens as he touches
her delicate tips and then melts
into the softness that is she.

purring she moans and 
cat like she arches, 
as she takes her 
pleasure
from him.   

--Kimba
Copyright:
November 16, 2000

















 

~temptation~

this man of high pacificity
strikes with no impunity
the beast he fears he cannot see
lies beneath the embers, she
felt his flame
forgetting shame
he grasps the moment of impurity.

eyes which prior held such warmth
now flame with indecisive passion
and her stalking shadow upon him
blurs the lessons of his soul.
"How can this be?"
even his demons doubt
for fear never did 
find its way out.

'cept that fear which disguises itself
as thrilled excitement.

Oh he touches, alright
and drinks in scents 
which seem to have taken on life.
He bathes in her
and feeds ironically on the carnivore
she has become.
His face between;
her claws raking,
his hair now wild too.

Consumed,
no longer a thought of two,
but one writhing pulse,
one tangled lust,
the moment is all.

--Bard
Copyright:
November 17, 2000

















180 

How can words truly speak
 
Of just how powerful is the sea
 
Of a love strong enough to bring me to my knees
 
Of being held down by the most sorrowful despair
 
Of a Grace more vital to life than air
 
Of the guilt of a past shame
 
Of a future free of worry and pain
 
Of needlessly being afraid to truly live
 
Of a love someone is willing to give
 
Of seeing your reflection and wanting only to cry
 
Of feeling the wonder of a child who looks to the sky
 
Of how far some will go to hurt others
 
Of vanquishing an enemy by making him a brother
 
Of being so torn you can't discern the truth from a lie
 
Of looking upon a sight so beautiful you feel you could fly
 
Of hating those who have scarred you so much you can't let go
 
Of being able to forgive and drop the burden of hate from your soul
 
Of not having another heart to call your own
 
Of an open, warm embrace that lets you know you are truly home
 

-David 

@June 15, 2002