(a follow-up to https://nakedmeadow.blogspot.com/2020/07/okcupid.html)
Since the last essay, i changed my status to include an openness to "hookups", partly out of writerly curiosity, and partly because after a month, i'd finally exhausted the profiles under my previous parameters (it's impressive it took me that long, as i was averaging maybe a half hour of scanning per day). Which is not to say i'm entirely averse to a hookup...under the right circumstances, maybe. But despite my insanity-inducing untouched loneliness, the thought of emotionless intimacy makes me shudder. Not that all hookups are inherently unemotional...
Or are they?
It's like polyamory. Theoretically, yes...but it would take an exceptional womyn to make me comfortable. I just got a message from an Oakland womyn looking for an ongoing thing. Her personality seems ballsy and fun...hell, she even likes Star Trek...but her pictures trigger no hormonal response. Should i try to get over that? Or send a polite no thank you? Say nothing? What's the correct spiritual choice?? Aaagh.
Remember i told you how surprised i was at the large percentage of wimyn who haven't responded to my messages? There's a flip side - an element of unspoken relief any time a womyn ignores me. On a deep psychological level, i've gotten used to the idea that there may be no womyn alive truly right for me. Rationally, i want to reject that...i mean, i'm alive, so there MUST be others like me! But...i've honestly never come close. A womyn who gets me, and triggers unqualified desire?
Not within a million miles, really.
But that may be more about the larger reality, that we live in a dysfunctional society of alienation and fear. All we learn as children is that EVERYTHING we give and receive must be negotiated. By the time we're adults, we have so many holes and wounds, all we can think to do is try to fill them with the "perfect" mate.
No lover could ever measure up.
And so i strive to be as uncomplicated and giving as i can.
But it's like trying to speak a language most people don't know exists.
So...a part of me applauds any womyn who resists me. Good for you, darling, you've probably spared us both exquisite misery. I know too that sometimes i answer profiles that aren't much of a match, just because they trigger a hormonal response and i'm so mind-fuckingly alone.
Back to OKC, where humynity-sucking commodification reigns. There are SO many profiles, you keep thinking that eventually a perfect one will come along.
Maybe for most, that's true?
But it's always painful reducing people to two dimensions.
Even though i'm quite good at it.
For example, there are all sorts of red flags that can make me pass by. There are the biggies (drugs/god/makeup/greed), but bemusingly small ones too. Like a fondness for scary movies. That quirk can send me howling in terror - there's something about the psychology of people who like scary movies, that strikes me as unexamined. A fondness for such films is actually probably a healthy response to this fear-based world...a scary movie lets you face demons vicariously and safely, with the added benefit that the hero we're supposed to identify with, usually prevails. Happy (or at least not-dead) ending!
So i understand the allure...
I just think most people who watch fright films are semi-idiots who have no idea why they like what they like.
Gawd, am i just an insufferable snob?
Or perhaps it's just any tolerance for glamorized gore, that frightens the hell out of me.
I also wondered whether exposure to all these profiles would lend credence to the folk wisdom that less visually attractive people have more attractive personalities, and vice versa. There doesn't seem to be a clear answer - when i recall the most stunning profiles, perhaps half were by lookers.
Okay, now for more fun! The cheeky caveats and commentary in the questions subsection of my OKC profile (i had to choose my primary answer from choices they provide).
And i have to admit, even though it was sometimes hard to contort my personality into their molds, overall they do a pretty good job...which can't be easy. They've clearly got at least one genuinely hip humyn creating site content.
RATE YOUR SELF-CONFIDENCE
Very, very high
"Every single person you've ever met is an arrogant sociopath. I'm just the only one honest about it (visual - playful spark in my eyes)."
It blows my mind that in a month of scanning profiles, i only recall one womyn who also rated her confidence as very, very high. Is this about a culture that still teaches its daughters that wimyn are lesser than men, and boys still taught to be arrogant and daring? Is is about wimyn's greater emotional honesty?
DO YOU LIKE GOING TO WEDDINGS?
Not really
"Not really is the strongest possible negative answer? OKC, get your shit together."
WHICH WOULD YOU RATHER BE, WEIRD OR NORMAL?
Weird
"Some people want to be normal?"
COULD YOU DATE SOMEONE WHO DOES DRUGS?
No
"Wellll...maybe. I mean, we all have our brain-altering escapes of choice. Massage, music, maple syrup..."
COULD YOU DATE SOMEONE WHO WAS REALLY QUIET?
Yes
"We can talk or not talk for...hours (automatic baby privileges if you know this quote)."
ABOUT HOW LONG DO YOU WANT YOUR NEXT RELATIONSHIP TO LAST?
The rest of my life
"Best answer? No expectations, no limits."
HOW OFTEN DO YOU WANT SEX?
Every day
"Three times on Wednesday, then we can skip Thursday and maybe Monday."
COULD YOU DATE SOMEONE WITH NO LONG-TERM GOALS?
Yes
"I've never met anyone who knew how to be alive in the moment."
DO YOU OFTEN MAKE JOKES THAT OFFEND UPTIGHT PEOPLE?
Yes
"Maybe not often, certainly sometimes."
I adore wimyn who answer yes to this.
ARE YOU OPEN TO A CASUAL RELATIONSHIP?
Yes
"As long as the friendship isn't casual."
IMAGINE YOU HAVE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER WHO REVEALS THEY HAVE A VIDEO OF A SEXUAL ENCOUNTER FROM A PRIOR RELATIONSHIP. WOULD YOU WANT TO SEE IT?
Yes
"Get the popcorn!"
WHICH SUPERPOWER WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE, FLIGHT OR INVISIBILITY?
Flight
"Neither, i want the ability to see all truth."
DO YOU THINK THE MILITARY SHOULD BAN TRANSGENDER PEOPLE FROM SERVICE?
No
"No...i think the military should ban ALL people from service."
WHICH WORD DESCRIBES YOU BETTER, INTENSE OR CAREFREE?
Carefree
"Um...intensely carefree?"
HOW WILL YOU ADDRESS RACIAL INEQUALITY?
Educate myself/others
"Make an interracial baby!"
SHOWER SEX?
No thank you
"I'm too conscious of wasting hot water. But bidet sex, hell yes!"
Sunday, July 12, 2020
Saturday, July 11, 2020
"Spring Chicken"
STAY YOUNG FOREVER (OR DIE TRYING)
2016
-by bill gifford
Bill is a journalist who does a dandy job collecting our best scientific knowledge on the struggle against aging and death. He visits centers, conferences, and public events (like the senior Olympics) to conduct interviews, with an amused and curious eye. He enters an aging study as a participant. He talks to the leading scientists in the field, and comes away with this - at the rate our knowledge is growing, one is justified in thinking that if you can manage to not die for another few decades, you might live to be very (even unprecedentedly) old indeed. But for now, these insights will have to do. Use it or lose it! Eat less. Sustained stress is terrible, but bursts of short stress (fasting, polar bear swims...) might be conducive to longevity, as they strengthen low-activity cells, and weaken voracious ones (like cancer). It's conceivable that very soon, chemo patients will be urged to fast before treatments. Aging doesn't seem to be about slowing down and wasting away, as long assumed, but rather about burning oneself out. We aren't designed to adapt to old age, as for most of our species history forty was old, so once we pass full development, there are development protocols in our body that have no idea how to slow down. A delightful read.
2016
-by bill gifford
Bill is a journalist who does a dandy job collecting our best scientific knowledge on the struggle against aging and death. He visits centers, conferences, and public events (like the senior Olympics) to conduct interviews, with an amused and curious eye. He enters an aging study as a participant. He talks to the leading scientists in the field, and comes away with this - at the rate our knowledge is growing, one is justified in thinking that if you can manage to not die for another few decades, you might live to be very (even unprecedentedly) old indeed. But for now, these insights will have to do. Use it or lose it! Eat less. Sustained stress is terrible, but bursts of short stress (fasting, polar bear swims...) might be conducive to longevity, as they strengthen low-activity cells, and weaken voracious ones (like cancer). It's conceivable that very soon, chemo patients will be urged to fast before treatments. Aging doesn't seem to be about slowing down and wasting away, as long assumed, but rather about burning oneself out. We aren't designed to adapt to old age, as for most of our species history forty was old, so once we pass full development, there are development protocols in our body that have no idea how to slow down. A delightful read.
Wednesday, July 8, 2020
OkCupid
It happened.
I thought i was done with that world forever, but surrealia pandemis has pulled me back in.
I've returned to...online dating.
When Craigslist romance was legislated out of existence, it felt like time to make my love connections all real-world. I'd had fun with CL, and even found a couple wonderful romances, but switching to a paid site invoked a level of neediness that wasn't me.
Now...welcome to the oppression of three covid months without touching another humyn. Which wasn't so very different from the three months before (2.5 years since my last lover), except psychologically. I was suddenly removed from POSSIBILITY, it felt like. All social occasions, erased.
Then i remembered a friend talking about a new non-paid site. A cornerstone of that site is the upsell to paid status, but i entered, determined to maintain my purity. OkCupid isn't a appallingly/gloriously anarchic sea of ads like CL, it's a place to create a profile (with pictures) and search profiles sent your way, based on statistical compatibility.
Skeptics, feel free to pooh.
There are three possible reactions to each profile: pass, "like", or like+message. If someone likes you back, you can chat. If not, they're gone. With free status, you can only read messages - you see the number of likes you're getting, but not who they're from (a clever upsell, for in the first week i got forty likes, but zero messages). It's obvious this causes consternation, because many profiles open with "messages pleeeeeease". Creating my profile was sometimes fun, though also frustrating fitting my unconventionality/complexity into the questions they pose, which appear in a profile subsection.
You quickly have to come to grips with the dehumynizing aspect. Marketing ourselves as commodities...there is a cold efficiency to it, as you can "pass" a profile with a quick glance at pictures or keywords. For me, those words are "christian" and "drinker/smoker" (astrology is also a red flag). My quick visual turn-offs are makeup, obesity, and dull eyes. It's here where shallowness creeps (or charges) in, because a hormonal response can make one more tolerant of an unlikely profile. The inverse also pertains. My two most powerful triggers are pictures and the answer to "how often do you want sex" - an "everyday" can make my eyes dilate. Don't misunderstand...i'm open to (and desirous of) a deep emotional connection of any conceivable duration. But on the surface, it's hard to see past how howlingly lonely and horny i am.
In spite of all that, the opposite of shallowness can prevail! I'll occasionally read a profile so startling or resonant, i'll ignore a lesser visual response or verbal red flags.
If i follow a profile all the way to the questions subsection, i'll go to "disagreements" first, still on the lookout for god/drugs/greed. At the top of each profile, you're given a compatibility rating. My highest has been 98%, and lowest 50%. These can be illusory, indicative of non-pertinent questions answered, or too small a batch - it's up to each individual how many they answer. Still, there's something exciting about a 90+ match, even for us unmateable wildflowers.
On my profile, i declare an openness to polyamory, but i've yet to message any of the mated wimyn looking for more. In theory it sounds nice, but i fear being disposable...
It's bizarre how many seemingly-intelligent females sound very Stepford. Travel, travel, travel, their lives seem to revolve around travel. Look at them abroad, they're so EARNEST about travel! Are they trying to impress others, or themselves? Filtering out the non-rich? Am i too cynical? Travel is wonderful, but it pales with being comfortable in your skin, alive in the moment and in the humyn community.
In one month, i've had only had two chats. One was with a christian womyn in Kenya, who triggered my hormones and curiosity over why she'd "liked" me. I invited her to dive into openness, but she didn't (or couldn't). The other, a local womyn, fizzled after a couple notes - perhaps neither of us were deeply interested. Most of my messages go unanswered...which i find surprising. Am i not as impressive as i think? Too open and honest? My photos were originally all flattering, then i added some late-night selfies. Objectively, i know i'm looking for one in a...thousand? Ten thousand? A womyn bursting with brilliance, unconventionality, and integrity, who doesn't self-medicate, talk to invisible friends, or care about money. Yeah, i know...
I suppose on a simpler level, i just want a lover who isn't annoying (cue the mellencamp!). How can that feel like the impossible dream?
On the positive side, OKC has been a boon, psychologically. It's actually restored some semblance of connection with humynity...even if it's only potential, the possibility of interacting with real humyns is a gift, as i essentially live alone in a pandemic.
And...i upped to paid status.
Not for long!
Just the minimum, one month, because i was dying to see the "likes" i'd accumulated, and also to offer you a deeper look into this world. For $40, i got to see...and at a glance, it was a hot mess! Had ANY of them read my profile? Are they all even real (one is wary of OKC creating fake profiles). A third were geographically impossible, and at least another third patently wrong for me. NONE of them resonated with "yes!"...or even a solid maybe. And curiously, with paid status, new likes slowed to a trickle.
But i've become tolerant of likes without messages. It's a buffer between interest and action, a way of putting a pin in someone (once you pass, there's no going back). A like can say "the ball's in your court...despite my reservations, this prize might be yours!"
It's been interesting to observe my own psychology at work. I listed my age preference as 25-55. I try not to skew toward younger, but mostly fail. I'm being a bit unfair - there are plenty of fortysomething doors on which i've knocked. Nonetheless, i'm clearly NOT avoiding wannabe moms. On my profile, i put "might want children", which isn't a lie...but is more reflective of this unending midlife crisis, where children (plus a mommy) guarantee (theoretically) unlimited daily love and intimacy, which i've missed so much in my life it viscerally hurts. Objectively, i know that having children might be a disaster for me, in terms of maximizing my happiness and what i have to offer the world. Plus, parenthood is where sex and sleep go to die. But i also crave the intensities of pregnancy...to be with a womyn every strange step of that journey (one friend called those nine months the best sex of her life). I offer a highly intellectual/athletic genotype wrapped in the most playful, gentle phenotype...it's so bizarre, feeling that if the right womyn called me on my impregnation fantasies, i'd plunge.
Another psychological factor is the awareness that i've never had the best lover of my life...to love in the ways it's taken me so long to learn, without walls or fear...there's an escalating desperation to have that before i'm old.
Another reason my likes skew younger is because many wimyn my age look flat-out old. That's not mere shallowness...my attitudes and physiology are those of someone younger. Probably much younger.
It's also clear that i'm skewing toward wimyn of color. Anyone surprised?
Okay, now for the fun. Here it is, streaking up the charts with a bullet...wrob's OkCupid profile!
MY SELF-SUMMARY
Love without fear or negotiation...anybody? Wildflower trying to fix the world. Ukulele blues comedian and nature boy (cyclist/pacifist/nudist/feminist/secular humanist). Part leader, part loner, part-time nerd. I don't believe in jealousy (though i'll do monogamy). Clubs, bars, and dress codes suck, bonfire drums rule! My response to a world of poverty and oppression is to live as freely as possible, possessing only what i need. Merriment is paramount - irony, gallows, prankery, pillow-thumping. To cry, or laugh 'til you pee, go to the YouTube channel "wrob's naked meadow".
CURRENT GOAL
A world (or website!) where no one has to sell themselves?
I COULD PROBABLY BEAT YOU AT
7:03. Then you could beat me at 7:04, 7:09, and 2:55?
I VALUE
Radical kindness, radical honesty.
A PERFECT DAY
3 hours playing/exploring
2 hours creating
1 hour performing
1 hour massage
2 hours sex
1 hour music/reading
Holding a baby (or puppy)
THE MOST PRIVATE THING I'M WILLING TO ADMIT
Secrets? Never. How about mild depression from lowering my emotional walls too far, and carrying the weight of the world? Small talk makes my spirit shrivel. At a party, i usually end up with the kids, pets, or climbing a tree.
WHAT I'M ACTUALLY LOOKING FOR
Someone who laughs at themself, and knows how to go deeply into their soul. Low-maintenance! No makeup, heels, or shaving? Yes please. Automatic baby privilege for a real afro.
LEVEL 5 VEGANS ARE...
Too sexy for their pants?
I thought i was done with that world forever, but surrealia pandemis has pulled me back in.
I've returned to...online dating.
When Craigslist romance was legislated out of existence, it felt like time to make my love connections all real-world. I'd had fun with CL, and even found a couple wonderful romances, but switching to a paid site invoked a level of neediness that wasn't me.
Now...welcome to the oppression of three covid months without touching another humyn. Which wasn't so very different from the three months before (2.5 years since my last lover), except psychologically. I was suddenly removed from POSSIBILITY, it felt like. All social occasions, erased.
Then i remembered a friend talking about a new non-paid site. A cornerstone of that site is the upsell to paid status, but i entered, determined to maintain my purity. OkCupid isn't a appallingly/gloriously anarchic sea of ads like CL, it's a place to create a profile (with pictures) and search profiles sent your way, based on statistical compatibility.
Skeptics, feel free to pooh.
There are three possible reactions to each profile: pass, "like", or like+message. If someone likes you back, you can chat. If not, they're gone. With free status, you can only read messages - you see the number of likes you're getting, but not who they're from (a clever upsell, for in the first week i got forty likes, but zero messages). It's obvious this causes consternation, because many profiles open with "messages pleeeeeease". Creating my profile was sometimes fun, though also frustrating fitting my unconventionality/complexity into the questions they pose, which appear in a profile subsection.
You quickly have to come to grips with the dehumynizing aspect. Marketing ourselves as commodities...there is a cold efficiency to it, as you can "pass" a profile with a quick glance at pictures or keywords. For me, those words are "christian" and "drinker/smoker" (astrology is also a red flag). My quick visual turn-offs are makeup, obesity, and dull eyes. It's here where shallowness creeps (or charges) in, because a hormonal response can make one more tolerant of an unlikely profile. The inverse also pertains. My two most powerful triggers are pictures and the answer to "how often do you want sex" - an "everyday" can make my eyes dilate. Don't misunderstand...i'm open to (and desirous of) a deep emotional connection of any conceivable duration. But on the surface, it's hard to see past how howlingly lonely and horny i am.
In spite of all that, the opposite of shallowness can prevail! I'll occasionally read a profile so startling or resonant, i'll ignore a lesser visual response or verbal red flags.
If i follow a profile all the way to the questions subsection, i'll go to "disagreements" first, still on the lookout for god/drugs/greed. At the top of each profile, you're given a compatibility rating. My highest has been 98%, and lowest 50%. These can be illusory, indicative of non-pertinent questions answered, or too small a batch - it's up to each individual how many they answer. Still, there's something exciting about a 90+ match, even for us unmateable wildflowers.
On my profile, i declare an openness to polyamory, but i've yet to message any of the mated wimyn looking for more. In theory it sounds nice, but i fear being disposable...
It's bizarre how many seemingly-intelligent females sound very Stepford. Travel, travel, travel, their lives seem to revolve around travel. Look at them abroad, they're so EARNEST about travel! Are they trying to impress others, or themselves? Filtering out the non-rich? Am i too cynical? Travel is wonderful, but it pales with being comfortable in your skin, alive in the moment and in the humyn community.
In one month, i've had only had two chats. One was with a christian womyn in Kenya, who triggered my hormones and curiosity over why she'd "liked" me. I invited her to dive into openness, but she didn't (or couldn't). The other, a local womyn, fizzled after a couple notes - perhaps neither of us were deeply interested. Most of my messages go unanswered...which i find surprising. Am i not as impressive as i think? Too open and honest? My photos were originally all flattering, then i added some late-night selfies. Objectively, i know i'm looking for one in a...thousand? Ten thousand? A womyn bursting with brilliance, unconventionality, and integrity, who doesn't self-medicate, talk to invisible friends, or care about money. Yeah, i know...
I suppose on a simpler level, i just want a lover who isn't annoying (cue the mellencamp!). How can that feel like the impossible dream?
On the positive side, OKC has been a boon, psychologically. It's actually restored some semblance of connection with humynity...even if it's only potential, the possibility of interacting with real humyns is a gift, as i essentially live alone in a pandemic.
And...i upped to paid status.
Not for long!
Just the minimum, one month, because i was dying to see the "likes" i'd accumulated, and also to offer you a deeper look into this world. For $40, i got to see...and at a glance, it was a hot mess! Had ANY of them read my profile? Are they all even real (one is wary of OKC creating fake profiles). A third were geographically impossible, and at least another third patently wrong for me. NONE of them resonated with "yes!"...or even a solid maybe. And curiously, with paid status, new likes slowed to a trickle.
But i've become tolerant of likes without messages. It's a buffer between interest and action, a way of putting a pin in someone (once you pass, there's no going back). A like can say "the ball's in your court...despite my reservations, this prize might be yours!"
It's been interesting to observe my own psychology at work. I listed my age preference as 25-55. I try not to skew toward younger, but mostly fail. I'm being a bit unfair - there are plenty of fortysomething doors on which i've knocked. Nonetheless, i'm clearly NOT avoiding wannabe moms. On my profile, i put "might want children", which isn't a lie...but is more reflective of this unending midlife crisis, where children (plus a mommy) guarantee (theoretically) unlimited daily love and intimacy, which i've missed so much in my life it viscerally hurts. Objectively, i know that having children might be a disaster for me, in terms of maximizing my happiness and what i have to offer the world. Plus, parenthood is where sex and sleep go to die. But i also crave the intensities of pregnancy...to be with a womyn every strange step of that journey (one friend called those nine months the best sex of her life). I offer a highly intellectual/athletic genotype wrapped in the most playful, gentle phenotype...it's so bizarre, feeling that if the right womyn called me on my impregnation fantasies, i'd plunge.
Another psychological factor is the awareness that i've never had the best lover of my life...to love in the ways it's taken me so long to learn, without walls or fear...there's an escalating desperation to have that before i'm old.
Another reason my likes skew younger is because many wimyn my age look flat-out old. That's not mere shallowness...my attitudes and physiology are those of someone younger. Probably much younger.
It's also clear that i'm skewing toward wimyn of color. Anyone surprised?
Okay, now for the fun. Here it is, streaking up the charts with a bullet...wrob's OkCupid profile!
MY SELF-SUMMARY
Love without fear or negotiation...anybody? Wildflower trying to fix the world. Ukulele blues comedian and nature boy (cyclist/pacifist/nudist/feminist/secular humanist). Part leader, part loner, part-time nerd. I don't believe in jealousy (though i'll do monogamy). Clubs, bars, and dress codes suck, bonfire drums rule! My response to a world of poverty and oppression is to live as freely as possible, possessing only what i need. Merriment is paramount - irony, gallows, prankery, pillow-thumping. To cry, or laugh 'til you pee, go to the YouTube channel "wrob's naked meadow".
CURRENT GOAL
A world (or website!) where no one has to sell themselves?
I COULD PROBABLY BEAT YOU AT
7:03. Then you could beat me at 7:04, 7:09, and 2:55?
I VALUE
Radical kindness, radical honesty.
A PERFECT DAY
3 hours playing/exploring
2 hours creating
1 hour performing
1 hour massage
2 hours sex
1 hour music/reading
Holding a baby (or puppy)
THE MOST PRIVATE THING I'M WILLING TO ADMIT
Secrets? Never. How about mild depression from lowering my emotional walls too far, and carrying the weight of the world? Small talk makes my spirit shrivel. At a party, i usually end up with the kids, pets, or climbing a tree.
WHAT I'M ACTUALLY LOOKING FOR
Someone who laughs at themself, and knows how to go deeply into their soul. Low-maintenance! No makeup, heels, or shaving? Yes please. Automatic baby privilege for a real afro.
LEVEL 5 VEGANS ARE...
Too sexy for their pants?
Monday, July 6, 2020
artifact
Treating your life like an artifact
on a glass-enclosed shelf...
I see how you might flee me
But how can you flee yourself?
on a glass-enclosed shelf...
I see how you might flee me
But how can you flee yourself?
Saturday, July 4, 2020
more
I sought sage advice
from my poetry mentor
The wizened words came back
"Less is more, less is more"
I shared each new poem
but was ever shown the door
with the echoing words
"Less is more, less is more"
I whittled, i pared, i tossed
verses and verbiage to the floor
This dictum became my grail
"Less is more, less is more"
Still my minimaler musings
did not make my mentor adore
My sensei serenely smiled
"Less is more, less is more"
Then one night apollo appeared
and calliope came to my door
I saw in a fevered vision
poems of one word each, and no more!
Poems to put the world on its ear
and transform life forevermore!
Trembling, i raised my quill
to let sage sublimity soar
But then a fearful shudder
through my tearful spirit tore
What if other poets claimed
they'd made MY masterpieces before??
A plague of plagiarization
might be skulking in store!
What if i were guttered while others
took my flowers to the fore?
My brilliance was too dangerous
It might destroy me, i'd be done for!
Might my light even incite
unending, world-wasting war?
Babies devouring parents
Sanity nevermore to restore
Womankind lying only with beasts
This peril i could not ignore
So look for me in alleyways
Offer one penny, and no more
And i'll whisper poetic perfection
while the drunken hobos snore
from my poetry mentor
The wizened words came back
"Less is more, less is more"
I shared each new poem
but was ever shown the door
with the echoing words
"Less is more, less is more"
I whittled, i pared, i tossed
verses and verbiage to the floor
This dictum became my grail
"Less is more, less is more"
Still my minimaler musings
did not make my mentor adore
My sensei serenely smiled
"Less is more, less is more"
Then one night apollo appeared
and calliope came to my door
I saw in a fevered vision
poems of one word each, and no more!
Poems to put the world on its ear
and transform life forevermore!
Trembling, i raised my quill
to let sage sublimity soar
But then a fearful shudder
through my tearful spirit tore
What if other poets claimed
they'd made MY masterpieces before??
A plague of plagiarization
might be skulking in store!
What if i were guttered while others
took my flowers to the fore?
My brilliance was too dangerous
It might destroy me, i'd be done for!
Might my light even incite
unending, world-wasting war?
Babies devouring parents
Sanity nevermore to restore
Womankind lying only with beasts
This peril i could not ignore
So look for me in alleyways
Offer one penny, and no more
And i'll whisper poetic perfection
while the drunken hobos snore
Friday, July 3, 2020
really sing!
Lacerating lessons leading to loving
Haunting horrors, harbingers of healing
Daily dehumanizations devolving to devouring
Expunging expectation
Self-severing, forsaking fear
Negation of negotiation
To finally be truly HERE
In a lost world logic is laughable
Insanity immune to ingenuity
Depopulate propriety, reboot our entirety!
This offering outrageous
Rendering radical GIVING contagious?
There's no reason it ought end well
Only certainty all else is hell
Haunting horrors, harbingers of healing
Daily dehumanizations devolving to devouring
Expunging expectation
Self-severing, forsaking fear
Negation of negotiation
To finally be truly HERE
In a lost world logic is laughable
Insanity immune to ingenuity
Depopulate propriety, reboot our entirety!
This offering outrageous
Rendering radical GIVING contagious?
There's no reason it ought end well
Only certainty all else is hell
Thursday, July 2, 2020
butterfly heart
I can't wait to kiss your butterfly heart
To feel your flowing furrow part
You'll be so happy you might just fart
When i lovingly lick your butterfly heart
To feel your flowing furrow part
You'll be so happy you might just fart
When i lovingly lick your butterfly heart
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