Submissions by absinthe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Born
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2014 3:55am
3rd Sep 2014 3:55am
The Madonna of the Rocks
Of all the faethers growing against the grain of God's teeth, I am perhaps the most privileged, for to begin with my gift of madness is pure, it is not the result of shellshock or incest or the abuse of solvents, spirits and cough syrup, it is not an outcome of extreme poverty, hunger, sickness or neglect, it is madness of a natural occurrence, simply the way things are, occurring against the flow of human civilisation where with little appreciation or sympathy for such predispositions I find myself often quite rather alone, not truly comfortable in the company of people, and yet always am I...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2014 3:54am
3rd Sep 2014 3:54am
White Fag Black Shag
Ay! what might tempt this old white man when all old white men begin to stink, to frazzle and certainly to become such yawning bores that go on and on about their youthful exploits, about the same old things, about what could have been, about the same such things that consequently rule them and make them weary and stiff in all the wrong places, and their wrinkled bodies begin to take on the shapes and desires of old grandmothers such cranks, hags, crackpots, dements full of old white folk memories of their neurotic mothers, their alcoholic fathers and their shotguns, the mark of knuckles on...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Aug 2014 6:51am
29th Aug 2014 6:51am
The Next Encampment
Most early waking this morning, my body still floating in a haze of the growing daylight, of a jumble of thoughts and feelings, my husband stirs beside me, well rested I hope so we could fuck, he reaches out to touch me and the luminous shell of my body breaks, like the black patch of earth I discovered last night beneath the window shutters, cracked and disturbed, the soldiers began their exodus as the earth body trembled, I was tempting my husband all day, baring my shoulders still burnt by the sun, but who was I tempting really, as he turned and fell asleep, as he threw the blanket over...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Aug 2014 6:50am
29th Aug 2014 6:50am
These Days in Beauty
The window curtains are for my own amusement, they are sheer and light and move with the slightest wind, and so they are like flags that make this room look rather stately, they flutter against the ceiling when the sea breeze comes and that eases the mind's sadness, it is a bit like watching the waves of the sea, but where I sit now the air is unperturbed, I feel nauseous and fear the thinness, the lack of air, my lungs hurt a bit and my head is rather light, perhaps there will be rain in the evening, otherwise I'll drench the bed in sweat again when my old man fiddles the pearl between my...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2014 8:05am
22nd Aug 2014 8:05am
Walk Me Lightly in the Easy Daydream
126 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2014 8:03am
22nd Aug 2014 8:03am
The Temptation of an Old Man
151 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Aug 2014 8:35am
19th Aug 2014 8:35am
The Dream of a Pig in the Woods
It is not so uncommon these days sitting on the balcony eyes darting from the cup on the table to the woven patterns on the wall, the floorboards and the straight lines from these to the corner to the wooden sticks behind the beams of the roof, while my mind wrestles with fluttering wings of moth, leaving a powdery trail of silver and a bit of gold, and when the moth has gone I am left with fruit that feels heavily of a familiar sadness that comes and goes, from here to there, to somewhere across the garden, perhaps in the woods where a pig goes rooting, and that distance from here to there,...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Aug 2014 10:42am
1st Aug 2014 10:42am
The Gift
I had been sick but
I knew I would get better when
the sea appeared in my dream
the other night because you
see I spent too many moments
with my father from whom I
acquired the gift of seeing and
thus the curse of melanchioly
and he often sat alone looking
towards the direction of the
sea many, many miles away
he was pensive and could
never reconcile happiness with
the greed and selfishness of
the world he chose to live in, so
he sat and looked, as the sea
appeared in my dream, I
choose the sea where I will
drown my...
I knew I would get better when
the sea appeared in my dream
the other night because you
see I spent too many moments
with my father from whom I
acquired the gift of seeing and
thus the curse of melanchioly
and he often sat alone looking
towards the direction of the
sea many, many miles away
he was pensive and could
never reconcile happiness with
the greed and selfishness of
the world he chose to live in, so
he sat and looked, as the sea
appeared in my dream, I
choose the sea where I will
drown my...
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
24th Jul 2014 4:34am
24th Jul 2014 4:34am
The Count
when I was very young
I was very sickly
I remember lying in bed looking
through the mosquito net
amusing myself with the
shifting patterns as my vision faded
funnily enough
I saw a lot of faces of
men wearing turbans, like
the Sikh Gurus
I also loved to count and maybe
counting helped me feel better
whenever I was sick
I didn’t count to great big numbers
but just a few, like one to five
so maybe it wasn’t the numbers
that entertained me but rather
the patterns that counting made
because I wasn’t really counting anything...
I was very sickly
I remember lying in bed looking
through the mosquito net
amusing myself with the
shifting patterns as my vision faded
funnily enough
I saw a lot of faces of
men wearing turbans, like
the Sikh Gurus
I also loved to count and maybe
counting helped me feel better
whenever I was sick
I didn’t count to great big numbers
but just a few, like one to five
so maybe it wasn’t the numbers
that entertained me but rather
the patterns that counting made
because I wasn’t really counting anything...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2014 1:22pm
22nd Jul 2014 1:22pm
The Angel (from "The Island")
when I met him for the first time
he was this enormous wild beast
I let him stay with me in
that lovely house along the Mercier de Moulin
it was midnight, the end of winter
he walked all the way from
the train station
I opened the door, and there I saw him
for the first time
he took off his hat, shook his head
and I could never remember what he said
he could've said "good evening!" or
"it's freezing outside!" or
"a lovely train journey that was!" but
all I could hear was growl!
whatever was left...
he was this enormous wild beast
I let him stay with me in
that lovely house along the Mercier de Moulin
it was midnight, the end of winter
he walked all the way from
the train station
I opened the door, and there I saw him
for the first time
he took off his hat, shook his head
and I could never remember what he said
he could've said "good evening!" or
"it's freezing outside!" or
"a lovely train journey that was!" but
all I could hear was growl!
whatever was left...
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 12:29pm
21st Jul 2014 12:29pm
Eight (12)
1 he talks to me about the cats
when I am sad and I think
the cats think that is funny
2 then the cats are anxious when
I am sick and they like to
sleep on my belly
3 the cats understand three
languages now, English, Tagalog and
Bisaya, I talk to them a lot and so
I learned to speak catese
3 of course I get upset when the
cats are fighting but I suppose
they couldn't help it
4 my cat has a big mouth you
can hear him meowing from
very far away the neighbours
think it's funny
5 his cat is more subtle, he likes
to...
when I am sad and I think
the cats think that is funny
2 then the cats are anxious when
I am sick and they like to
sleep on my belly
3 the cats understand three
languages now, English, Tagalog and
Bisaya, I talk to them a lot and so
I learned to speak catese
3 of course I get upset when the
cats are fighting but I suppose
they couldn't help it
4 my cat has a big mouth you
can hear him meowing from
very far away the neighbours
think it's funny
5 his cat is more subtle, he likes
to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 9:09am
21st Jul 2014 9:09am
Eight (13)
1 I will contain my excitement
I will take a deep breath
and close my eyes
2 I will think that
six days will pass as usual
without notice, and
3 the nights will be
restful, I will sleep without
counting the hours
4 my stomach will be
alright, breakfast will be
as big as they always are, and
5 later in the day, I will write
poems and think of you, and
I will wonder how you
are getting by
6 the mobile phone by the
bedside, I try not to glance at
it every minute
7 I will calm down, close
my eyes, and pray...
I will take a deep breath
and close my eyes
2 I will think that
six days will pass as usual
without notice, and
3 the nights will be
restful, I will sleep without
counting the hours
4 my stomach will be
alright, breakfast will be
as big as they always are, and
5 later in the day, I will write
poems and think of you, and
I will wonder how you
are getting by
6 the mobile phone by the
bedside, I try not to glance at
it every minute
7 I will calm down, close
my eyes, and pray...
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