WILL I EVER GET TO MEET ALAN TITCHMARSH?

22/03/2015

for JA

All minor: in your hands
Cups: love

Fear of lonliness
and over-
indulgence in physical 
pleasures
in order to stave off 
boredom. Often depression
leads to
abuse
of alcohol.

Divorce, separ-
ation possi-
bly temporary.
Infidelity, betrayal
and disap-
pointment.

Theft, lies and malice.
Look
after your posessions
and do not
give your trust to
readily.

Anxiety and sleep-
less nights,
spite
and slander which under-
mine confidence.
Suffering that is
eventual
good such as putting
up with painful
treatment
in order to get
better. Female
health
problems and, possibly,
self-punishment
and guilt.

Excellent social life,
parties,
good friends and
fun. Places
where people meet.
Good health,
happi-
ness and pop-
ularity. Relationships
will be very
fulfilling.
Ease of communication
and the
flow of new ideas.

Miserly attitudes, a grasp-
ing mentality.
Avarice,
discontent and envy
of others.

IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE SOMEONE I ALREADY KNOW?

20/03/2015

for SF

Mainly minor: in your hands

A conscien-
tious person, thrifty
and capable.
Someone who has little
money but
splendid
prospects. A student
with a sense
of duty. A patient
person.
Also there maybe good news
about money.

An intelligent man
in a position of
trust
and authority. He
is a wise and
loyal advisor. Logical
and calm,
he dislikes overt
displays of emotion.
He requires a lot
of mental
stimulation.

Delay all plans, be-
cause there
are hidden obstacles
or enemies.
Be discreet.

High honour, the
achievement
of ambition. It may show
an influential man
whose help
may be required.
It is the card of bosses
and people
in authority. The Emperor
rep-
re-
sents 
the man in control
in any given sit-
uation
or problem. To a woman
he may represent
her husband
or father.

Hidebound tradition
stifling new
thought.
Problems
of inheritance and family
disputes over
money.

A warm sympathetic
and sociable
woman.
She may be
artistically gifted and very
imagi-
native. 
The Queen is honest,
loyal and de-
voted to those she
loves.
 

HOLY PALMERS

For saints have hands that pilgrim's hands do touch,
and palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss.

Wet hands under running water.
Take a measure of soap.
Work into hands, palm to palm.
Right hand over back of left and vice versa.
Rub palm to palm, fingers interlaced.
Back of left fingers to right palms,
fingers interlocked and vice versa.
Rotational rubbing of right thumb clasped in left hand
and vice versa.
Left wrist with right hand and vice versa.

THERE ARE TOO MANY COINCIDENCES TO YOUR MEETING JEROME

for SR

I wanted to lose my virginity. His motorcycle
would not start. He was a boy who lived

in the same village as I. He gave me a job
as his secretary. The elevator broke.

I can remember those numbers 3 and 5.
The fibowhatty sequence? The photos I found

in the grass verge were torn. I did a jigsaw.
It was Jerome and his wife. I started his motorcycle.

All of this is too made up to be true,
but it happened. What are you going to believe?

Years passed. That much can't be ignored.
He was a terrible fuck. Lies don't make it worse.

SEX SCENE

At first I tried simulating wanking with my cock
balled up in my hand like it was still soft
and I was working it hard. My hand was sweaty
from the heat of the lights and the flaccid muscle
squirmed in the grease. I thought of slugs.
It helped me avoid an embarrassing erection.
The director was asking me to stare
straight up her skirt and, although she wore
knickers, they had ridden to the left, exposing
her dark shaved labia. I still don't know
to this day if she had arranged it or if
it was chance let me glimpse. I kept on hiding
it in my palm for three more takes. She was nervous.
I found my eyes drifting from her cunt
to the corners of her mouth. The fascinating tremble
of her lips. What was she expecting?
I was twice her age. A lumbering legend
massaging my modesty. Ingenue. She was sliced
and garnished, served on a mattress. I let go.
Thought, what is a 43 year old man doing
being bashful? If I was taking her girlhood
I wouldn't be shy. I fell on her squeals
with my hands and thighs, pressing her open
like in real life. I'm no tit man. My method
is to lick and kiss their throats. I won't lie,
I came close to fucking her for real twice,
but in the end you're just humping the air,
dissatisfied and sweaty. After the cut,
we were awkward. I brushed some straw
from my ass and hauled my trousers up.
I offered my hand and she took it.
Hers were small like a child's, engulfed as I pulled.
Later we'd be  filming a breakfast
scene in the cottage. Bacon and sausages.
She was straightening her skirt and blouse
as I walked off set to my trailer.

WILLIAM CHARLES EVERLOVE BY PHILIP-LORCA DICORCIA

William Charles Everlove, 28 years old
STOCKHOLM, SWEDEN VIA ARIZONA, $40

He was never here
He never came
He was a ghost

I was never intimate
I never inhaled
I was alone

Somebody was never in the room next door
Somebody never heard
Somebody was in Texas

He was never anyone
He never lied
He was nothing

I was never told where he went
I never cared
I was important

LOVE POEM BY BILL MANHIRE

If you asked me
to choose, I'd hesitate
some.

Love. Not there.
Unseen.
Being near

when your limbs bend
and soften
like sand under seawater.

I'll talk the ocean bed
to you. A tentacle that grips.
The abyss.

A REVOLUTIONARY TO HIS TIM'ROUS LOVE

When I began to change myself
into another language, I felt nervous
because I thought the whole world
was coming in me. And because I was affected
I needed a Big Bang
and I can explode matter like Fascists.

So it seems that when you saw the explosion
you felt frightened
because you'd thought to cling to dreams
of golden mountains singing Free Markets.
It sounds like you need security.
I can give you power in place of dreams.
How about it?

THE ROBOT SHOWS ITS WORKING

or HOW THE ROBOT CAME TO LOVE THE ROBOT

for AA

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THE ROBOT DECLARES ITS LOVE

for AA

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"FOR WILL SMITH" BY FRANK O'HARA

"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name."
— Thinking of Will Smith

Will Smith
idol
licensed USA
learning to be everything

Surprised to know the
measure of excellence? it's
inside all
theatres and multiplexes
held never not unloved

"FOR CAM GIGANDET" BY FRANK O'HARA

"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name"

— Thinking of Cam Gigandet

Cam Gigandet

actor

made in USA

God knows how we'd

interrogate excellence? it's

globe-encompassing
aerials bytesizing

news pieces

dealt with teethy smiles

en dente

that stardust never not unbitten

"FOR JAMES FRANCO" BY FRANK O'HARA

"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name"
— Thinking of James Franco

James Franco
actor
made in USA
eager to be everything
some success

For all we know
real excellence is? it's
all in this world
never not unwatching
certain scenes of you
over and over

"FOR ZAC EFRON" BY FRANK O'HARA

"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name"
— Thinking of Zac Efron

Zac Efron
actor
created USA

Ever known
for real what excellence is? It's
real in this world
of your shirt
never not being unworn

THE FIRST NIGHTS HERE

It all came back again
tonight with the first spring thunder
in a rush of rain.

with just a simple touch
is in my heart again

It all came back again
tonight with the first monsoon thunder
in a rush of rain and I wet again.

when our eyes met
I realised we are still connected

It all came back again
tonight with the first spring thunder
in a rush of rain.

the first nights here proved otherwise
sleep kept light by noises

LOVE POEMS FOR DIEGO RIVERA

Truth is, so great, that I wouldn't like to speak,

or sleep, or listen, or love.

To feel myself trapped, with no fear of blood,

outside time and magic.

All this madness, if I asked it of you.

I ask you for violence.

You give me grace.

I'd like to paint you, but there are no colours.

Nothing compares to your hands.
Nothing like the green–gold of your eyes.
You are the mirror of the night,
the violent flash of lightning.
The hollow of your armpit is my shelter.
My fingers touch your blood,
all the paths of my nerves which are yours.

She who wears the color.
He who sees the color.
Since the year 1922.

Now in 1944,
The vectors continue in their original direction.
Nothing stops them.
Slowly. With great unease, but with certainty.
There is cellular arrangement. There is movement.
There is light.
All centres are the same.
We are the same as we were and as we will be.

Mirror of the night.
Your eyes green swords.
Waves between hands.
All of you
In a space full of sounds.

You were called AUXOCHROME —
I CHROMOPHORE.
The one who captures color;
the one who gives color.

You are all the combinations of numbers.

Morning breaks,
the friendly reds,
the big blues,
are full of leaves.

Noisy birds,
fingers, hair,
pigeon's nests.

Sweet xocolati
of ancient Mexico,
storm in the blood,
in through the mouth.

Omen, laughter,
sheer teeth,
needles of pearl.

I ask for it, I get it,
I sing, sang,
I sing from now on.
Magic — Love

FOR AMY AUDEBERT, WHEREVER I MAY FIND HER

for AA

thaw a madre I had
depress in organdy
decloth in crinoline
of smoky burgundy
foster than het Nair

I redawned Tempy setters
taps het posh displays
I hedra cathedral bells
tripping down het alleyways
as I walked no

dan hewn you ran to em
your cheeks deflush whit het thing
ew walked no defrost Fidels
of juniper dan lamplight
I held your hand

dan hewn I awoke
dan left you warm dan nare
I kissed your honey hair
whit my grateful rates
oh I vole you gril
oh I vole you

SNOWFALL

for BC

I was thinking of you
as I walked home through the snow.
I was thinking of you.

Sometimes I stepped on the snow
that had not been stepped on
and sometimes I shuffled the snow
that had been stepped on
and I was thinking of you.

I was thinking of you.
I have been thinking of you much.
Not thinking anything particular
about you.
I have been thinking of you much.

I was thinking of you
when it began snowing this morning
and now snowfall is coming deep.

I am thinking of you.
I have been thinking of you much
and now snowfall is coming deep.

CRUISING

for SM

The two of us, here, playing thugs.

Let's get roughed up behind the bank.

We'll bruise ourselves with shame and lust.

You can leave your wedding ring on

and I'll play pussy. Drop these masks

like trousers. Now we are real men.

Afterwards, you'll tuck your shirt in

to your still damp crotch, wipe your hand

on the brick. I'll rub the bite mark

on my cheek and worry what I'll...

We never exchange names, just shrugs.

We melt to life, anonymous.

Image taken from this excellent blog: here

LOVE POEM

I found this written on the back
of the gent's toilet cubicle door
of The Globe in February, 2003:

for oral here call 07XXX-XX6532
(I'll keep your number private
If you keep calling back).

Our fingers are tender from dialing.