https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1122-week-of-04-21-08 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Wed, 10 Jun 2026 11:16:40 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8343-another-f-ing-poem https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8343-another-f-ing-poem   you love me until you don't for instance when your ego grows big and hard (as you think it is) you start begging me please baby, please 'cause it needs massaging with my green eyes slow and gentle as a persian kitten grasping everything you are but never wanted to be except when fucking me in your daydreams but more often than not you just need a warm body broken and alone as you clutching an empty bottle of cheap merlot to drown unsworn promises swallowed and forgotten in hazy words masquerading as real when they slip past wandering tongues still tasting a single lost pretense that you love me   Kat Kat's poetry Thu, 09 Jul 2009 09:26:36 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 10 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8343 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8343 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8343 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8367-the-age-of-monkeys https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8367-the-age-of-monkeys Perhaps we are all wrong. This steely disdain for poetry and the written word is a precursor to it's absolute relevance anstey Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-509-cats-with-opposed-thumbs-chalices-of-mucus-and-several-other-oddities-to-avoid-whilst-poeting#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8367 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8367 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8367 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8368-stuff-i-really-like https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8368-stuff-i-really-like Ummmm, I'm post surgical and I'm on a pretty high level of Percocet and I'm bored Celticlion Unbelievably Interesting Crap About Me Fri, 16 May 2008 21:17:47 GMT /section-581-unbelievably-interesting-crap-about-me#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8368 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8368 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8368 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8320-jesus-and-the-ham-and-cheese https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8320-jesus-and-the-ham-and-cheese Billy's sacred experience gives him a devil of a time Celticlion A Load of Empty Boxes Tue, 13 May 2008 05:16:39 GMT /section-567-a-load-of-empty-boxes#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8320 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8320 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8320 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8317-tales-from-the-twisted-veranda https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8317-tales-from-the-twisted-veranda 3 southern belles, a suicidal drunk, a preacher and a three-legged dog...It's a romance you won't want to miss Celticlion A Load of Empty Boxes Fri, 09 May 2008 22:56:11 GMT /section-567-a-load-of-empty-boxes#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8317 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8317 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8317 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8347-scarlett-ashley-and-rhett-butler-s-ass https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8347-scarlett-ashley-and-rhett-butler-s-ass "Say Scarlett, does this stuff just fall out of your ass? Scarlett was standing next to her prized donkey, Rhett Butler. "Why, whatever do you mean, Ashley?" She batted her green eyes and smiled coyly. "All this flowery stuff around here." "Oh, no",  she laughed, in tones she hoped resembled tiny tinkling bells. "All that", she cocked her head demurely towards her book of poems, "comes out of me." "Wow, that's incredible." He said with genuine amazement. She lowered her eyes, as if such admiration overwhelmed her delicate sensibilities. "You see" she said in a confiding whisper, "I have always been at the mercy of the muses, and they demand from me the noble and relentless pursuit of beauty's perfection, which I must struggle for from the very depths of my fragile soul and..." ... more Celticlion A Load of Empty Boxes Thu, 08 May 2008 23:04:01 GMT /section-567-a-load-of-empty-boxes#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8347 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8347 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8347 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8334-the-naked-poem https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8334-the-naked-poem   A naked poem showed up on my doorstep. I was shocked,  to say the least. Thank God, my husband wasn't home. I told the children I had company and they needed to go to their rooms, and then I reluctantly let him in.   "What the hell is this about?" I asked him. "You've got some nerve walking around here like that. This is a respectable family neighborhood." He hung his head in shame and said, "I know, I know, but you've just got to help me!" He went to sit down. ... more Celticlion A Load of Empty Boxes Thu, 08 May 2008 22:59:08 GMT /section-567-a-load-of-empty-boxes#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8334 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8334 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8334 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8310-victim https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8310-victim   Suicide comes in whispers giving up your soul your cell   fishness thinking   that you have a right to right or fair unable to fair the weather   of war tore torn in pieces knowing   you are not cannot be anything worth earth or sand   nor snow melted down to the victim   Why breathe?   EmilyRose Thorned Roses Library Fri, 02 May 2008 03:22:34 GMT /section-236-thorned-roses-library#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8310 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8310 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8310 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8322-the-dance https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8322-the-dance The mother - yes - but the daughter! A man's blood is governed by his eyes: I breathe to see her fluid flesh, smell her skin beneath the apricots and olives. She is lily and pomegranate, fig and myrtle. I will rend her seven veils with the muscle of my lust - how she beckons my burning with a dance of fire. I swear before God and all if she will shape the wanton air again, vibrate the taut membrane of my bursting eyes, she will have half my kingdom. Dance Ishtar and Isis - whore of my senses - dance to the anarchy of life and death. Though I am politic, my oath is sacred. If I have out-manoeuvred myself you still curve and burn the imprints of my eye. I know you ask what Herodias asks - my brother's wife, my wife, your mother. I will have that bitch's whelp; I will seed a kingdom for this headless shame. What do prophets know of craving loins? This desert man! This crier in the wilderness! All his futile abstractions embody nothing- I cannot touch his fleshless words. ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Mon, 28 Apr 2008 21:55:52 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8322 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8322 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8322 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8369-blame-a-bitching https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8369-blame-a-bitching   Yesterday, I told my husband, go down the hardware store, we're out of batteries, lightbulbs and shame.   He lay there abusing the sofa, stained boxers, foam gut bulging above an open mouthed fly.   He sprayed me in the eye with malice, bits of half a jowl's sandwich crusty edge reaching his greasy head's cluttered table, muttering nothing, chewing cable.   So, I went out back, sat on the steps; a burning cigarette, spitting smoke on the long haired lawn that bum started mowing ... more Celticlion Loom Sun, 27 Apr 2008 00:36:32 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8369 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8369 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8369 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8202-the-poetic-ghetto-of-elemental-process https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8202-the-poetic-ghetto-of-elemental-process   Pull down your hooded eyes, They can't predict when bone Will curl like roots of lightning, Striking where all lips burn grey, All storms have thrown Their stones of turning words As battened tongues flown loose, Heads whip and spill; The slowing rush, The dripping thunder Tears small echoes from each hill, There's no direction left to run, The calling hides its hands of arrows Wind slung deep in falling caverns Mountains gouging out dark skies, Where no one breathes in risen ash But crawling cry into rain's rotted mouth. ... more Celticlion Poetry Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:22:31 GMT /section-566-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8202 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8202 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8202 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8283-spying-on-twilight-night-and-dawn https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8283-spying-on-twilight-night-and-dawn   Finding myself within a wrinkle edging Twilight's eye, I watched time's hidden grey revealed in shapes that fell where ending day lay fading half-asleep beneath her lidded violet gaze.   Night's waiting well; sun's surface burned to drink, but depth kept darkness cold in velvet's deep. The murmuring thread of Twilight's tongue languidly drew up well's bottom, black filling her cupped hands of mist with inky shadows, rising wet to stain her thirsty lips.   The peering sky bent down to taste her mouth, and all made dark for lovers who must make ... more Celticlion Poetry Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:08:36 GMT /section-566-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8283 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8283 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8283 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8365-black-dog-on-hill https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8365-black-dog-on-hill   My dog pants on hill, whirlygig ears drooling down dead yellow snap grass of brittle heat beneath his belly.   My papers won't flutter like a whore's petticoats, but lie still, trembling virgins. They don't fool me.     It's only poetry.     They don't care  for my strange invisible sweaty distortions stuffed inside a homemade kaleidoscope twisting ‘til fisted bits burst like mythogies pulsed in a blender, pieces I then strain through the holes in my mind's tongue and spit back out asking, is it good? ... more Celticlion Loom Sat, 26 Apr 2008 13:11:17 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8365 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8365 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8365 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8315-singing-south https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8315-singing-south   We were hidden in the servants' quarters below grand rooms sold empty- echo of drunken voices; men with eyes like bullets of cocaine staggering smashed glass feet  of manic lust, the violence ending crushed, dialated stupor of my mother's smuggled stash, her bed floating in flames before the marble fireplace.  Slick whisper of dark cars sat black in night- windows watching through tinted eyes, a fearful frenzy made the house go quiet and one by one the squatters fled. Abandoned,  lease left behind, unpaid- rooms strewn with incriminating evidence, we scavenged what could be sold ... more Celticlion Loom Sat, 26 Apr 2008 12:56:11 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8315 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8315 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8315 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8364-minigasm https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8364-minigasm Interminably Consternation Mosquitobyte MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005 Sat, 26 Apr 2008 09:35:57 GMT /section-518-mosquitobytes-volume-05-interjaculate#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8364 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8364 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8364 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8363-realise https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8363-realise Interminably Consternation Mosquitobyte MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005 Sat, 26 Apr 2008 09:33:44 GMT /section-518-mosquitobytes-volume-05-interjaculate#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8363 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8363 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8363 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8362-acts https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8362-acts Interminably Consternation Mosquitobyte MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005 Sat, 26 Apr 2008 09:31:03 GMT /section-518-mosquitobytes-volume-05-interjaculate#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8362 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8362 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8362 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8361-grin https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8361-grin Interminably Consternation Mosquitobyte MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005 Sat, 26 Apr 2008 09:27:34 GMT /section-518-mosquitobytes-volume-05-interjaculate#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8361 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8361 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8361 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8360-aten https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8360-aten Interminably Consternation Mosquitobyte MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005 Sat, 26 Apr 2008 09:25:21 GMT /section-518-mosquitobytes-volume-05-interjaculate#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8360 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8360 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8360 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8359-vista https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8359-vista Interminably Consternation Mosquitobyte MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005 Sat, 26 Apr 2008 09:23:32 GMT /section-518-mosquitobytes-volume-05-interjaculate#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8359 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8359 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8359