Pink Poetry



"Good poetry exists. It's born of bad poets learning."
"Literal storms can sometimes be magnificent and metaphorical ones can sometimes be unexpectedly healing." -- a friend.
"Never did a love exist that was careful, cautious, or wise." -- Me.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Internet Pr0n

These images stick to me like hooks.
These pictures, movies, all emphatically unethical,
devoid of all artistic aspirations.

A hundred nameless faces
a million and one variations
undress for a race of ravenous men
who spend their midnights dreary,
on the prowl for naked skin
gravitating to their computers
alone
or in the office
or at home with their wives and children
in the other room, asleep with their heads slightly bent,
their innocent mouths, unquestioning,
as their husbands and fathers spend their time
typing out the letters:
A-M-A-T-E-U-R

Searching for "reality"
within the parameters of tripods
and vertical shots and cum shots
and angles and directions;

thighs breasts mouths nipples--
these cartoonish depictions projecting
as the hairless majority are thrown
from their domains into a fiery bottomless pit,
injecting their pseudo realities like an infection.