https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-256-that-s-my-colon en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 19:03:46 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3927-2001 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3927-2001 What hope is twisted around pinky fingerto remember the little deaths of peace?What long division calculated by stars,what remainders lost to their cold dust? We are the dread monkeys of reason,the cold souls dancing round the obeliskfor want of evolution and relieffrom begging the moon her tides There are no questions, only answers humbled by our grasshopper tonguesthe flight of our bumblebee thoughtsand the acid etchings of time tattooing our breasts With celtic knots and roman yarns chariots that might carry us away to anothersplit infinity. There are no answersonly questions enjambed into ... more anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3927 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3927 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3927 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3918-before-the-altar https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3918-before-the-altar i have begged you(from my long-since-bloodied knees)to tell me everything(about everything and you, specifically)and you politelydeclined your smile likeincense carrying onlymy prayers to GOD anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3918 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3918 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3918 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3920-cardinal-in-a-fir-tree https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3920-cardinal-in-a-fir-tree share your secrets with menow that you know i amthat special fool who dreams or not, instead taunt mewith smiles and softred cheeks call me friendbut secretlydespise me. either way,teach me who you areand why you singso prettily anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3920 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3920 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3920 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3925-de-escalating-down-to-the-dirty-thoughts https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3925-de-escalating-down-to-the-dirty-thoughts My friend loves chocolate covered white lies,and the conniving secrets of well delivered oral sexShe laughs and swallowsback breaths and the foolishness of beshirted men in justboxers. As if life is her justdo, but. My friend loves lilies, lavenderand frogslegs bare stark nightmares about of rheumatoid arthritis.She laughs and swallows thickbig tears like gumdrops and tells me how tastyall my lies have beenmore more she saysbut I know the frogsand the pigsand the dogsand the catsand the pigsand did i mention the pigsbecause i'm one of thoseporky fucks. She loves oral sex ... more anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3925 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3925 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3925 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3932-driving-beneath-orion https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3932-driving-beneath-orion gold hair mesmerizingfrom a thousand miles awayadorned in camouflage and mascara the soft hum of lonelinesswhirring along the road sipping tearemembering sunset anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3932 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3932 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3932 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3922-ever-rest https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3922-ever-rest Let me climb youlike a mountain of doubtand pierce you with a purple flag not to declare you mine, but announce that i have been herewith youatop heaven and earth. Let leave my bootprintsin the heavy cold ice thatsurrounds your heartand not steal it awaynor even thaw it but instead, show others the wayto love you deeply. Let me stand with youabove the monks in orange robeswho love you so dearly and call to themin a loud voiceAbove the cloudsshe is true.Above the clouds,Above the clouds anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3922 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3922 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3922 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3921-i-see-you https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3921-i-see-you look at youawash in oatsand the blood of dear strangers we are decenthere in steady beepsheavy whirsand long machinated breaths i cast a stareat warm sweet deathand see how you love him so well then think,perhaps he could bea friend of mine. When you speak,i do not understandbut he does. When you smilei do not know whyhe pats your shoulderswith his ivory phalanges Then,when you weephe holds you. Oh that dear sweet deathif only you could be more bitter it is love thoughthere in your armswhere she knows comfortthat gives me ... more anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3921 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3921 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3921 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3929-on-writing-and-matters-of-the-heart https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3929-on-writing-and-matters-of-the-heart       The first ache of sunlight washes the pale white skin of my ass with warmth with hope and tender solitude. My feet are filthy with fine sand as I step through the grasp of the icy Atlantic foot by foot, twenty toes in unison one heart above beating firmly with the conviction of the damned. To the south, a speck -- a liner -- heads to Boston where the seamen sing shantys on the pristine decks of a battle ship. To the north, a bell rings, and the lobsterman laughs like charlie chaplin. When a crab sidles by, life stops claws snap my thumbs are opposable my grip firm my toes ache from the bitter bite of brutal april salt the follicals on my spine scream and stand every ounce of me between my ears recites poetry and announces to my soul: This is the moment. I dive through the gray wave and lurk below the surface in an agony of impending hypothermia and despair. I twirl my body and dream of seals Rise up from the shallow and stand. I turn away from the sea and see the sun Alone I step forward. ... more anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3929 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3929 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3929 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3931-propriety https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3931-propriety The smell of gardenias charred by moist fat delicate tonguesof blue flame speaking from her eyes "your poetry is beautiful,"she crushed out demurly between soft lips and perfect teeth "you're beautiful,"her smile pounded awaylike an English banker I want to tell hertoo but i just smile. I want to tell herthank you. I want to hold her. my skin turns red her fiery glances tongue bathe me and I burn for her anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3931 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3931 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3931 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3924-red-meat https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3924-red-meat take the dare and be the bleu cheesebacon wrappedsucculent filet mignon served with giant baked potatoesand(if you're lucky)steamed asparagus. i know you how you loveso loudlyit leaves you hoarse how rare you are inside and drippingjuices so saltyso deliciouswe can only dreamof licking the platewhere you lie how read you areand how i have to closelyexamine your colorswirl you in the crystal gobletswish you in my mouththen -- for fear of swallowing you wholespit you out. dare, my darlingdare. Be the meali can eat each night the one that sustains mewhen all others leave ... more anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3924 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3924 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3924 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3928-sculpting-moments https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3928-sculpting-moments the harsh-swirl of ironwas hand-twistedinto two half-heartsand left disconnected. the shape of discontentin the form of arms outreachedto the hope of a good Godand dreamt perpendicular to the moist groundflooded from weeks of rainand shod feet Space. Negative-SpaceRegurgitated ideasand an escape. This is my art anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3928 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3928 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3928 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3923-sitting-in-church https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3923-sitting-in-church What is this silencehere between your wordsthat sings to me of loveor other nightmareson the periphery? As if some horrorsdeserve a themeand you are the oneto sing it to me What is this darknessthat we embracelike some secret mistresspantiless in black lacecorsett and garters As if taunting with sex the trifle of our friendshipso carefully shaved and exposed to the world. Who are wedear old friendsavowedand affirmed As bad dreams validatedby a deep red sun Lovers? Friends?Spouses?or, alone anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3923 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3923 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3923 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3930-swallowing-pride-and-a-multi-vitamin https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3930-swallowing-pride-and-a-multi-vitamin the burnt umber shadeof the rough stoney pillis drab on the ceramic tileof the dining room table solitary, carefully placed parallel to the edge will it leapor wait for certain doomto swallow it the crashing orangejuice melting withcitric acid the bits that mightotherwise protect it from life even its gritty surface is not enoughto catch the sides of the throatand hold against the madness to choke the life from the pulltowards annhilationand rest anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3930 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3930 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3930 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3919-what-i-write-in-my-journal https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3919-what-i-write-in-my-journal when others fade awayi think i shall rememberyour gentle voice your bright eyesaglow at sunsetafter we spoke of doves there is peace herein this merry solitudewe build amongst the squalorof my endless droning onand onabout the measure of a word there is the usual banter of broken listless kisses onand on about the measure of a heart and...of course, there is the scent of wildflowersand your breath anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3919 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3919 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3919 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3926-wrestling-with-inner-plagues-cellphones-and-astrophysics https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3926-wrestling-with-inner-plagues-cellphones-and-astrophysics Who are the honey bearsthe beeless foes of treesand those sick hairy slobsthat rob me of my reason Those who the locusts loveand shove with wrecklessheckles of beating wingsand crackling shells beforethe rainy season Who are the yellow starsthe fearless cowards bornbeardless, mellowed bysuch sparkled thorns while I Survey the endless voidof whenless night and dayannoyed that rite of circlesround -- dust and dustlight and trust unspoken. Come back! Come back!Ye Honey Be(e)! and drinkthe think of rum and sunnyback tween me and thee anstey That's my colon Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-256-that-s-my-colon#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3926 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3926 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3926