craig2
craig2 archive of published lines and poems on Linespedia.
"Once awake we sought the riches of maudlin heathen larks, burned our rags of poverty, greed drank of the mind. Only once with frantic flesh raped the princ..."
"As thing meets nothing only where there is life, a spark of primal force meets smoky essence kindling toward some stellar Capricorn event. In thrusts of gilded splashes or softened strokes through m..."
"Tiger Woods Tony the Tiger Mickey Mantle Mary Lou Reton - three dollars a box two hundred flakes. Cereal for fiber milk for the cat - Breakfast of champions lunch for losers dinner for the destitute ..."
"Where are those when death has come that understand its calling, like the dead certain empty chamber that fires anyway when teased. The masochist in search of final destructive anger, becomes affixed..."
"She did not see me in all my drunken solitude as she brought the small child to the boardwalk. The bicyclers were not out yet and I was on my way home from an all night escapade attempting to recover ..."
"Crusts of prophecy spoil on leavened lips, water turns to sour wine. Temple priest’s pennies silver, need to own, betray, to crucify. Brick-dead hardened soil in barren potter’s field refuses to ren..."
"It wasn’t the slut curl or up-shot thigh slide that steeled me, but the staccato rub-bounced knees as I leaned in from the ticket taker. Written January 1st, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 09:27 AM PST 0..."
"Drenched from games on an unguarded beach we removed our jeans to a blanket between the dunes. Pillow of sweet sex smell, soft moving mounds of warm moist sand, ink black waves tongue our nake..."
"In later years senility, indifference, one loses meditation - the first lapse of self knowledge stirs the death wish, dawns the tragedy of climactic now. A conch on a coral beach the novice prays t..."
"Your coaxing burgundy-spiked spirit warmed a naked frosted frame, as bonfire blueblood glow on urgent underbrush and snow melted any shivering inhibition. Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002..."
"Sex is the name of the game, words like pawns are readily sacrificed, the cunning gambit is who goes first. The game is long, major pieces lost, the king sedated is easily checkmated by th..."
"Buttercup opens warm mother's milk petals, essence of all that is. Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 07:04 PM PST 0 • 8"
"Grounds and pond breathe with deep antique purity. Deer gazelle against the rainbow of blanched fields and sun. Mated steeds silhouette a moon-dyed emptiness as if eternal - evening settles like home..."
"There really are no limits depending on how you feel to what one can do for another to keep on an even keel. Always arriving, departing - destination is never a place but some new way of copulating -..."
"I’m tired of being me. I want to think like a woman, piss like a dog – or perhaps something else – that won’t answer the phone, open the mail, masturbate - something that will be ignored, not trusted,..."
"Remember eyes no names or faces only eyes. Believe eyes. Words won’t reveal profundity, passion only eyes, rarely the mouth never the rest only eyes. Pools like liquid mirrors - some say you can see..."
"Lately, most intensely now, the furniture, this room, all that makes somehow queer this immediate environment, fluctuates between very far, very near, sensitive and sincere. Constantly, like salt in..."
"Raven, daughter of dark moon, sister to all courtesans, muse. I anticipate you druidess as I await the coming of spring, new green sap in my veins, delicious caress of tan thighs. Grant me an audie..."
"It thrived, alive scattering the dream within a dream to surfaces frontiers have never known – here it encountered Rome. Fought for generations, with heroes born of myth, the taste of suicidal dying..."
"Dawn Marmalade lava seers molten sky, melts crystal windshield tears joyfully. Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 01:53 PM PST 0 • 10"
"In spite of wet wink eye ooze, you gathered closer nippled flesh for friction, urged tissue talons, soul spunk a second time. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 02:00 PM PST 0 ..."
"Coffee, mahogany morning’s perking pheromone, seducing sugar shots, dream cream caffeine. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 01:20 AM PST 10 • 0"
"There is a farmer on our block who smokes a pipe all day. The rumor is he’s unemployed, least that’s what the neighbors say. See there, he’s sitting on his porch, he smiles so sweet an..."
"Capture palsied tongue, words flesh poetic blessing, wine-raptured mind. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 10:28 PM PST 0 • 10"
"I’m down right now to skin and bones like Picasso’s ‘Forlorn’. Adrenaline is all I eat. My dreams are all cartoons. I was on top but bottomed out, it really is quite funny, if word gets out I’m broke ..."
"Bandannaed nuances drain cornucopia while tender priestly hands panic – a death caress of charity brings the confessor to curdled days. Eucharistically plunging his sword into muddled steaming brains..."
"I thought my leaving wouldn’t interfere, it seemed appropriate freight. I wasn’t able to hold you tight enough, the train was running late. Glance not at the sweat of my cheating hand or question dest..."
"We all come to the words, …or do we, full on the fingertips, song from the veins, limitless, flawless, calm. More the bar-spoke moment …out of control, eye to liquid eye, simple social beer-toke, ext..."
"Damp winter windswoop, dusk shot up flannel pants bringing in firewood. Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 05:40 AM PST 0 • 10"
"“I don’t think I ever do it to be constructive, I mean I’m not trying to investigate anything. I’m just looking for some kicks, ya know. I think if I got into all that metaphysical crap I’d definitely..."
"The wise and unwise among us, all yield to the heavy weight of tenderness, passion. And the mother… the paradigm of all existence, makes whole the most perfect beauty, is the ceaseless spirit, abides..."
"Purple pencils oozing thru the cracks of the hardened sap of solitude. The musty, musky, brick-brown painted patiently on the paperboy’s belt. The graceful, laceful lint hanging from the ceiling in ..."
"Throw away your mascara, mousse and underwear. Wear these lines for a week, just one week, not a long time. Let the words mold your face, drape your shoulders, delicate breasts. Let the lyric infuse ..."
"It was a constant struggle to know her quick, like the knowing of a tree. Detached, aloof, erotically conspiring in our naked-now exile- no stop signs, melodrama or other folks. She moved west. I mis..."
"A cure they shouted to no one there, dying numbers stopped count - dynamically vexed yet proud, diseased, mortality is common ground. Stumbling homeless, searching hopeless magic atonement with sou..."
"But what of lust, evil, pain – God’s despair or Satan’s fame? Do you see love in the whore’s response, beauty in a murderer’s eye? Is it tender youth or lack of faith that blind you to our Christ? I..."
"She only knows, sees the sanctity that haunts her, he who to others is gone to her is omnipresent Sainted in his absence - his spirit and scent lingering, melting in the handkerchief she clutches with..."
"Upper middle metamorphous, dangling mortal pride on gated rural purgatory - fool’s escape from roach and worm. Remote retreat, aluminum-sided suburb - desperate hellos cross bridges of rodent creste..."
"Rhythm rose violet madly erupts spring crocus white-jacketed dew. Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 05:45 AM PST 0 • 10"
"I could see from the jeans- only outfit and lewd licks on the longneck that half time entertainment was planned, but could never have predicted that third down play on your second half. Written Febr..."
"Garter belt highlights tan thigh, borders white panty toast taupe vanilla. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 12:05 PM PST 0 • 16"
"“Tomorrow then is the only great purifier, give your confessions to the future,” and he scowled at the ghosts in his closet and was steadfast he would not look back. “Nothing would be the same f..."
"Alone in dim lit he caught her thought - sinewy new stranger passed by. “Whiskey for my men, water for the horses.” Barkeep poured a shot of rye. Awakened heart beating faster, she flirts with her gy..."
"It’s not the empty inner face or idle, motionless hands that stop me… but the tiny timepiece ticking, ticking - preoccupies a priori any thought I might have had of endless lust. Written February ..."
"Rose-soft shaved lips belie clit-hardened nectar, both touched by us. Written February 14th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 03:58 AM PST 0 • 16"
"Carbon crisp curls grace white lines, ghouls dawn gliding home towords. Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 03:24 AM PST 0 • 10"
"You pushed me back on the brick lost in new neighborhoods seduced by new neighbor No words just spiritual pout-puffed red blush from tongue-tickled throat Your small breasts perked against my ch..."
"Alone in karmic sea of wandering waves, prozac-nurtured tides and then by chance on shore. We all come to it. Or do we ? That docking when all thoughts change to extraneous, honest, calm. That life ..."
"Dreams waft from your hair kaleidoscoped awake through rust ruby saffron. Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 10:24 PM PST 0 • 8"
"Your touch - distant now, but permanent like Merlot birth mark. Your fingerprints tattoo soul-soiled, gauze-thin slips of memories, wind tossed, seeking solitude - begging be identified, remembered ..."
"what he believed he knew what he knew was true this for him pristine a church bell in a light snow layering metaphysics once replete contagious pact with reality reworked the truth poser rang peale..."