https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 06:28:28 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11124-wanting https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11124-wanting it is not enough i think to love to love and love to love and love and love it is not enough to touch, to dream, to hope to pray to say my name and love love, it is not enough to love i think but oh, to kiss for a moment that is everything. Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Sat, 12 Sep 2009 01:18:07 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11124 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11124 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11124 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11074-loneliness https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11074-loneliness This is the story of the abdomen the long low cramp that bursts  like my imagination from my tongue. This is the borrowed pen, jotting tears like like poetry tapped from my veins bleeding blue onto thin pale skin. All of this, is the body of work that defines an endless yawping yawn that creates the chasm where our love should be. This is is us. Alone. 02/07/2009 Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Sat, 05 Sep 2009 14:53:38 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11074 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11074 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11074 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11125-escaping-love https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11125-escaping-love i noticed that your heart was open just a smidge and the light inside you was shining out from underneath so brightly, i thought it is forever in there so i ran away afraid. Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Fri, 10 Apr 2009 03:26:46 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11125 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11125 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11125 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11123-without-you https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11123-without-you when i grow up i wish to be the memory of a cloud too forgotten by the sun to rain too lost by the moonlight to be found when i grow up i wish to die like the little crust in your eye comfortable, for a while then brushed away you, for a while then crushed and gone when i grow up Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Tue, 31 Mar 2009 20:08:29 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11123 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11123 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11123 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11115-ashamed-of-myself https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11115-ashamed-of-myself and yes, i'm embarrassed because yes, i feel you in me, raging like a tornado or a frog or maybe hot wet masturbation and yes, i'm embarrassed because i never talk about any of that with anyone not even the frog because who could understand i want to be a frog that's so fucking nuts and i'm such a retard yes it's crazy but your legs are around something in me and your mind is rubbing me just right and i'm embarrased because every thing is spin ning ar ound me and i'm not a frog, just fucking nuts. And so damned embarrassed. I'm not a frog. just green, or something I'm probably not even that. swimming around wallowing like a fool i remember before legs being a tadpole or maybe i was kansas not a tadpole maybe I was wheat or corn right there under the tornado. wishing i was a frog. ... more Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Sat, 28 Mar 2009 04:06:55 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11115 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11115 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11115 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11113-purge https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11113-purge Renata thought that maybe I should try a cup of pear and beet juice or maybe a double shot of wheat grass to clean me out, completely. Maybe I should try, something like a cup of cranberry or maybe that double shot of wheat grass but i hate that feeling, completely. Renata is usaully right, so maybe I should. Try a cup, or a pair and beat it. A triple shot of wheat grass will really clean me out, completely. Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Fri, 27 Mar 2009 02:42:57 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11113 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11113 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11113 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11068-kitsch https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11068-kitsch and so i was thinking about a woman in a skimpy outfit riding on a polar bear which sounds sort of odd, and freakish and possibly psychotic. maybe sexual in exactly the wrong way to share with strangers or family, and that's when i thought of you. not in skimpy clothes for Christ's sake, or riding a damned sweaty polar bear in the Yukon, but laughing and remembering back to that time when we met, and how stupid it was maybe it was J. Geils stinking away with at heavy beat, or I don't know Led Zep - Barry Mannilow... and so I was thinking about that woman in that skimpy outfit riding that stupid bear and I laughed. I just laughed. ... more Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:21:13 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11068 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11068 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11068 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10911-a-night-at-the-museum https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10911-a-night-at-the-museum                                    Melanie told me how bones are nothing but a waste of space how a body is the silent embrace of man around his soul so I said to her, "I guess. But a dinosaur's still dead." Melanie does not exist except as a trees in jungle far away except as the memory of a million feet running along the fold so when I say to her, "I guess." She's becomes a dinosaur's head. Melanie hates the way I break bones of words right in her face the way I fillet the notions of illogical oceans in a porcelain bowl so I say to her, "I guess it's bad but the dinosaur's still dead." Melanie told me how sand is nothing but an endless waste how a kiss is  the same, but still we think it'll make us whole so I said to her, "I guess." and watched her believe what the dinosaur just said. Melanie does not exist except as a fossil of some heart's disgrace except as the dust's cold rage on display for dear dear folks untold so I said to her, "I guess. But the dinosaur's still dead." ... more Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Thu, 29 Jan 2009 21:51:16 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10911 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10911 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10911 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10910-sloppy-slippy-slap-stick-sick.-sick.-sick. https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10910-sloppy-slippy-slap-stick-sick.-sick.-sick.             I join with Julie long and late at night to mock the words so ill-imagined by the jumbled minds of masses and eat hard cheese and drink red wine I join with Jill late each morn to cackle at the piddled words unsaid philosophize and plot and plan joyful melancholy for those walking dead I join with Joan before each dinner to giggle on the breasts of almost poems the graceless dances of waifish wan then waltz below another starlit dome I join with Julie then again to mock and sing and sigh and cringe Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Thu, 29 Jan 2009 21:50:35 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10910 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10910 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10910 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10906-relationships-a-mai-tai https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10906-relationships-a-mai-tai                            there is nothing ever perfect this is how I know sunlight and the irony of a thumbnail bigger than the moon nothing's ever holy not even the sound of pine or the notion of a hacking cough bigger than your laugh. I could beg forgiveness, but you would only snore i will cry a moment, but not a moment more there's nothing ever honest this is how i know hot tea and the pittance of a heartbeat bigger than the word nothing's ever faithful this is how I know stained glass and the harmony of an ambulance faster than a sin. I will scream forgive me but you won't hear a thing ... more Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Thu, 29 Jan 2009 21:27:35 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10906 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10906 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10906 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10905-dinghy https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10905-dinghy                                                      The lush island fades as I bob 12 miles from shore. An albatross hangs on to watch the right whale twist like a black cloud in a thin blue sky of sea. I remember the heat of the lava creaking down the mountain, waiting to be fire. The scent of smoke reminds me then drifts away on a pacific breeze toward a billion Chinese more free than me. The fat shark circles me as I bob 14 miles from shore. Ebullient fish are comfortable enough to swim beside, to marvel at his white belly & my toes just for kicks. We all thirst until the sun leaves me atop the brine. Curing, almost ready to be. Dinner time passes the shark eats his first bite A billion Chinese go to sleep. ... more Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:59:10 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10905 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10905 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10905 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10892-chewing-on-a-cigar-stub https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10892-chewing-on-a-cigar-stub                                      Until the end of the blues faith is easy like Tylenol - like God when he wears  a Mastadon t-shirt and tattered Levi's he slides down a throat smooth with the single malt and the only stress is on the first syllable "mmmmmmm." Then the last string unstrung rings out, the crash subsides. the great iamb, hangs on all four-fours God it's all over. Repentance unremembered, prayers, passion and the long buzz of the amp - like an epilogue wasting away in the middle of the book. Silence is the intermission nothing defined, and a riff repeated like a cool white lie. God the groupies watch him rip the black cotton from his chest endure the ritual of the room behind the stage and all that jazz. Scotch reverberates in my esophagus Until, God much later, when I hear a blackbird bye bye bye bye. ... more Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:23:42 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10892 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10892 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10892 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10891-per-form-ant-s-art https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10891-per-form-ant-s-art un-ku'll, syllabic burnt toast rye crisp, tripped tongues and noesis reason. everything in the crux of the ruud - where the savior's blood pools. Sarin, dip ... it.. he... dead Alcaic for a moment, then the moment's lost everything so lyrical. Gas. fast. slip. moss reverie, eleven pipers, no pipes, no dancers a fig leaf covers the rationale voices collide in g-sharp. harp, unstrung, my belle rings, rang, rungs climbed. The metaphor is clear: she dies, dag. tic. tic. we talk. What we know no no no. The river sends ends, twists. short long short long five times. i am bic. the bald point. whirred around, span the lisp it all trips. waylaid, pantun - May. Lay down form is nothing. ... more Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:23:08 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10891 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10891 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10891 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10886-little-christmas https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10886-little-christmas                                        Damned be the last candy cane hanging minty fresh beside me a cry in the corporate darkness for joy. There is no joy away with you. There are doornails less dead. Oh wretched confection, a blasphemy of hope against the gray walls of my whoring, Stop caterwauling Christmas. Give up, you are now the ghost of the past. Damned be the stripes and the unlicked corpse of a the holiday, beaten only by my own seasonally ineffective disorderly conduct. Oh you wretched blur of hard-boned sugar painted with false blood of St. Nick, Stop exhaling the wailing cries for the gift of crucifixion on your pined belief that joy is a branch of your family tree. Damned be you, last candy cane my walls are bare now. Christmas is done let me cry alone in my cubical for want of one last taste. There is no joy without you. ... more Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Thu, 29 Jan 2009 17:59:34 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10886 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10886 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10886 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10875-iced-cream https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10875-iced-cream Allergies, beloved sin of headache sharp, tangy and alone, thin empty tribute to the hunger, of a cold voice. I am not your slave. Pistachio, beloved green shell breaking creamy cold and callous, thick icy tribute to the agony  of sweet release, I am not your slave.   You, beloved lush poetry breaking smooth holy romance, thin fiery tribute to the torture of freezer burn. I am not your slave either. Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Thu, 29 Jan 2009 17:50:19 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10875 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10875 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10875 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10876-appreciating-your-figure https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10876-appreciating-your-figure there are no breasts on chickens and no tits on mice i do not mean to trouble you but ma'am, I have checked twice though the pansies do not monkey there's a chimpanzee I do not mean to startle you with tom-less foolery though I am a chicken and I love juicy breasts all these inconsistencies I never could have guessed these words are willy nilly like mono-wogs gone poly or my sanity as it's pulled away on broken-hearted dolly. Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Thu, 29 Jan 2009 17:49:38 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10876 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10876 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10876 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10877-passive-aggressive https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10877-passive-aggressive Blessed art the muse, for she is undressed giver of salad fork I am the proud keeper of bambi's honor, the deer man who protects innocents from bullets and cranberry demi-glaze. Blessed art the nun, for she is the bespectacled invocation of soup bowl I am the new bearer of claw-marks on tall trees the unbearable man who runs from truth to protect the guilty from evisceration. Blessed art the whore for she is the redressed wound of hope I am the once-poison ivy of growing tadpoles the green man who rides like a rash along the frog-voiced songs of youth. Alleluia, Alleluia, Praise to God and all that shit. ... more Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Thu, 29 Jan 2009 17:49:15 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10877 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10877 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10877 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10881-fashioning-love-from-a-hasbro-moment https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10881-fashioning-love-from-a-hasbro-moment "Ken is a whisper," she whispers in a gentle cacophony of lie on lie So I scream from my gall bladder Far Away. Far Away. For God's Sake Just Go Far Away. Still, "Ken is a whisper," she hushes a flagrant blow of breath to my gut So I scream from my colon, half my life, Where is Barbie? Her dream house? Her Car? "I do not know," she says aloud, and then Ken is a whisper. Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Thu, 29 Jan 2009 17:44:39 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10881 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10881 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10881