searching for a word that begins
with the letter “h” but not without
six syllables that without any complex
pronounciations – or any: thing of a
blantant description left in the synopsis
of another hidden detail
yeah, yeah –fuck the syntax decoder
and launch the latest download of
a wordplay divx processor with enough
gigabytes to hot wire a dying page
my ashtray is full and sticky...
of beer and lubrication
from my inebriated fantasy
stuck in a loveless position, executed
quite precise
for my desperate strokes
and she doesn’t know my name, for name’s sake
with each flicker
of her chattering hips
spooned
by the thighs
those promises...
DIANA
invalid by the time she puts her clothes back on.
and should i not thrust
my nevermind-novelty-nouveau
into cheer:fully remarks and
surround them in fat explanations
of why or when or what or who
and whatever the when and how
else the why could be parallel
with the whenever and witty
when:sday
Ulrich R. Kane (a pseudo-project of an unknown poet, CF Carlisle) was born and raised in Texas, now living in Japan for reasons of self-discovery and an obvious job oppurtunity. Aside from attempting to write articulate poetry from time to time, he likes to listen to music, watch internet porn, (sorry no bestiality here!) and search for ways to lure the women of his dreams into his bed. the rest... Carlisle will have to fill you in, I'm merely a temporary shell, until he decides to break free. Anyway, enjoy...