Tuesday, November 9, 2010


There is pleasure in my neurons
There is pleasure in the graze of a man's gaze
There is pleasure in the button nose this baby doesn't know it has
In scalding sunset, in stomping the feet on a beer-sticky dance floor

pleasure in the edge of a woman's face etched into a painting by a man who has been dead for 213 years
There is pleasure swimming in a bagpipe, and clutching to the inside plane of an open piano
pleasure in a bottle--in a crystal-cut glass

Galloping, swallowing, enveloping and streaming beyond these pleasures is that of the

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