I have done it!
That which brings me
Such joy.
At last I have been able to
Consummate my long sought
Marriage to
Youth.
And so I shall be
Whole.
| I saw her. So very beautiful, clean, and fresh. |
Yesterday, a youth (whose name is being withheld) |
| Love and lust flowed, Merged, became one. |
was brutally raped |
| Her Angel body called, And I answered without hesitation. |
in her parent’s $150,000 home. |
| I followed the gentle, Ever so slight, curves |
A home, it should be noted, |
| Of she, my Venus, My Madonna. |
located in the heart of a |
| Power came to me from her plump, Beckoning hand. |
“neighborhood crime-watch” district. |
| I flew to her and covered her rounded, Flushed cheeks with passionate kisses. |
The little girl saved herself from |
| I moved easily to her tender white neck, Nuzzling; her chin dipped with pleasure. |
bleeding to death by |
| I kissed the small of her neck, Feeling her quickening pulse. |
picking up the phone and, |
| Soon her tiny earlobes suffused with blood. She whimpered in her throat. |
Dialing, as she put it, “the big red numbers”. |
| My hand caressed her smooth, flat chest, And lightly touched almost non-nipples. |
When answered by the police operator, the child said |
| She, in turn, Felt my ecstasy. |
“Please tell my mommy to come home now, |
| It would almost have been easy to lay my head On her rising, falling chest… forever, |
“a big man did something to my pee-pee, |
| But my growing, almost palpable passion Kept my body moving. An inevitable path. |
“and I need a band-aid.” |
| Her stomach, a small hill soon conquered, Quivered. Delight. |
The 911 operator asked the girl’s address— |
| Chills from my warm breath and the cool air and… Scurried from small pink toe to milk-white thigh to… |
“She rattled it right off, |
| Her labia were unblemished. Its wee, plump lips, relaxed. |
“easy as pie. |
| I touched her, looked in her clear eyes, Brightest blue, |
“She didn’t sound the least bit panicky or afraid,” |
| Her mouth opened, and her lips—freshly Red from chewing—parted. |
—and dispatched an ambulance and squad cars. |
| Her words (surely they must have been urgings) Were lost to me as I entered her. |
The girl’s condition is listed as stable. |
| How to describe joining with an angel? How? |
“She’ll be able to go home this afternoon,” |
| Never have I felt such delirious joy As that time, out of time. |
commented the on-duty physician, |
| Through-out, my erectness led me On a merry dance: |
“There should be no lasting physical damage, |
| Now gentle, now firm. Always blissful. |
“and, from what I observed, |
| I spent myself and Shouted out loud. |
“she isn’t suffering any emotional trauma.” |
| Soon I shall have another. | There are no suspects at this time. |
…and so, the search begins.
Yesterday, I made love.
For the first time.
Listen.
The two of us,
intentions firmly set,
Move to an area,
solitary.
The air holds rhythms.
Two, and very distinct.
I can feel them,
they do not beat true.
No matter, this is what
I have been hearing of for…
For a long while.
From very far, I see:
Two bodies languishing,
naked and hot.
They come together,
Make tenuous contact.
As my hand touches
warm flesh.
Psychic sparks fly.
Her nipples look at me
Saying,
“Could this be right?”
Grimly, we continue;
I dab my fingers to her
dewy vagina.
It seems her lips recoil.
Looking to the face before/
Below me,
I see deep pupils,
dilated;
Beads of sweat crawling through
Nervous eyebrows;
Rapid darting tongue
On too dry lips.
I see myself reflected in
The face of another…
Our kisses are sand-paper.
Caresses leave a cold trail
of fear sweat.
But still,
we know.
The whimper of a cornered kitten
Reaches my ears,
As my first, spasmodic thrust
Meets,
and passes,
A thin barrier.
“I’m sorry.”
“Go ahead. Don’t stop now.”
Sorrow on sorrow.
We continue until the
Friction from
Dry on dry becomes too great.
At last I let myself
drop in defeat,
My omnipotent penis
Shrinks,
Trying not to touch the
Walls imprisoning it.
From my throat comes a
Hollow growl of surrender,
A sigh for tomorrow.
“Happy Honeymoon Darling.”
I will make an adulterer of you.
You, who have made the marriage to earth.
You, of the oh, white skin, so cool.
Love me, for my pounding heart
Seeks you and yours. Both so still.
Provide me with the needed quiet,
Opposite to my own raging movement.
Provide me with balance through dichotomy;
Our antithetical natures will merge.
As will our physical.
Before I let you go, we will explore
The possibilities of Life into Death into Life.
And perhaps we shall discover each
One’s reliance on the other in more than
Just the physical.
The physical! Tomorrow let us discuss spirituality.
Today, I must have you!
Today, I must kiss your forever smiling lips;
Your eyes (always closed in ecstasy);
Your white nose (warm with cancerous life no longer).
Let those of the animate persuasion, call me what they will,
Only in the stillness of eternal night is there peace.
Only the non-living will truly—and happily—
Cater to the living;
Only between marble thighs can fulfillment be found.
For is not Death perfection?
Humanity reaches to its highest high
And finds Death.
When one travels a road, is there not
Usually a destination?
And is not the reaching that destination desirous?
I can envy you,
For you have reached your goal
And mine is still to be found.
I cannot finish traveling the road
Until my destiny is met.
But I can fraternize with those that have.
And by physical communion, I can that much closer to my love, become.
Come, my cold concubine, impart to me the way.
The way through the maze of life.
In return, I can love you for what, and as, you are.
That, though, is no hardship:
For I will do so anyway.
I am a Geek. Not the chicken-head consuming type, nor the type sporting a pocket protector, thick glasses, and a book bag greater than his own body weight. I am the Universal Geek. Einstein and Lincoln were Geeks; such exalted company is not mine: we recognize the famous Geeks because they are famous. Saying I'm a Geek like Steve Johnson is a Geek is meaningless. Fame imparts no Geekhood; Geekhood brings no fame. The world is full of Geeks, misfits, misanthropes. Often misunderstood or ignored, many are beautiful, creative, brilliant (not on the level of Einstein).
Some are just geeks.