Category Archives: William S. Burroughs

Wild Thing

Wild Thing – you make my heart break. Wild Thing – I cannot be this sane. Wild Thing – I hate you and am down with that. Wild Thing, you moved me. Wild Thing – come on and torque me tight. You … Continue reading

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You Pompous Jerk

Find out where it is and toast it – fire it – melt it. See what it is and claim no ownership. Live it, breathe it – fight for it – discard it. Sweep up pips and pops, bangs and … Continue reading

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Fast on a Track, Quick to Go

Way down where the hands meet mine – my gloves, the tights and my round-steamed hints. I am boogie, the dance up top, the willow that bends and the freak out lyric – rattle cups, brittle nails. My oh, my! … Continue reading

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The Guide, The Snort and Diem

Make little dimples in the air, the ones you drew in water, the currents – the sounding of the horns; the hunt. The leaves flow down, they pause for breath – and the source of beat, the sound of heat, … Continue reading

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My Candy Girl

It’s called taste of the savage,
for ponys and monkeys,
a sweet attraction;
for candy boy love Continue reading

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The Lounge

Such a polished act, “who you mean”, your obscenity and crawling nails, they scratch the sidewalk, we lost all hope for You and walk with dark eyes; thrown from Your arms. You held the tickets, of children whose dreams and … Continue reading

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Black Coffee Boogie

Today I shared lunch, a circle of coffee both share le noir, poison secrets a tool for conversation she is hot additive, savage colosseum, the scent; spirit fume. both are simmered, and full bodied 2010 Barry Comer

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Morning Prayer

chins to ground among the shrill, hordes of anger with tiny voices of fruitless grain, ears sewn closed waves of wind, noise to white with mortal bites, elegant absence, mouths sewn open frosty views to simplicity of you, bastards of … Continue reading

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The Green Fairy

…naked tempations that menace the soul Continue reading

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