Monday, July 16, 2012

Love Poems Are Horrible And Here's Why



The Manchester Arms Love Nest


Will she groan
out my name
when it is my turn to fill her?

I rhythmically ejaculated
A word that formed on my lips that
lacked any discernible meaning

—Harder, faster, slower
The girl next door screamed
Through plaster lath walls

I open my ears
and dream of aloneness

---William James, 3/5/2007








If you haven't already, check out Randomly Accessed Poetics first publication: The Texture of Words.

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    1. Ohhh yes, I like this poem too. And i am glad I found it in a journal the other day.

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