In the dark, Finn
fiddles with his hard-on,
depicting shadows on membrane;
expanding
he counts cunt hairs
in preparation for eternity.
here he is sleeping, here he is,
beside me she says
next to fresh meat and clear water,
thus that piercing cruelty
will taste sweet when he wakes
when he wakes with a dry tongue
and a sword
reflecting the dog star
and the emptiness between.
here is my daughter says the star
wide awake beneath the night sky
wide she is against the earth
and Finn sleeps on
his ardor creased on the edge of the sword--
The splash was ever more bold
than a nick from a boar--
the hound in the distance on a false trail
while Finn dreams the world.
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I don't always understand what Lute's trying to say but I always like the way he says it. Fiddles hehe.
Boo.
Desiree
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Who that Finn. Huck Finn? You were reading Finnegan's Wake... I suppose I should consult Mr. Campbell.
Another difficult to penetrate poem. Not about sex though. Nopey. About something else. There is that dog star sirrius
and the earth
mmmmm. No don't tell me. I want to sift through the symbols a bit more.
I am struck each time I read this by:
thus that piercing cruelty
will taste sweet when he wakes
It reads beautifully soundwise. and image wise. I just need to let it wash over me some more.
Dog. Hmmmm.
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like old nurse Jim on the run would say
this rolls the dogs bollocks Tom
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dirty old huck having a rare old time again, wet dreams for young boys and bobbin' for apples? or is that breasts? - who knows...
all i know that the ardour is in the harbour of the gods and the splash from the bath is quite a fervent one, maybe mother will bang on the ceiling with a broom to stop all the noise
boys and toys
Gill.x
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