tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380184992012-01-03T19:53:49.721-08:00poet CAConradnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38018499.post-1165988926172285532006-12-12T21:42:00.000-08:002006-12-12T21:50:22.726-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Deviant Propulsion<br /></span></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>by CAConrad</strong></span></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"></span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>"to be mindlessly in flower<br />past understanding"<br />—Jonathan Williams</em></span><br /><br /><br />Robert Creeley cab<br />driver look<br />alike or maybe<br />because we<br />just left<br />City Lights<br />Bookstore<br /><br />how many<br />Chinatown<br />ducks did<br />Kerouac eat?<br />a total?<br />okay, an<br />estimate<br /><br />"i don't know"<br />Magdalena says<br />"but nothing's<br />better than a<br />pretty girl's<br />sphincter!"<br /><br />Buddhist monk<br />on cell phone<br />i point<br />to hear<br />her mutter<br />"Postmodern" again<br /><br />she won't<br />drive down<br />Bush Street<br />because of the<br />president not<br />the genitalia<br /><br />"i want to<br />rub my titties<br />all over this<br />city!" she says<br /><br />"me too!" i say<br />today's inner child<br />a sexy old whore<br /><br />if he/she has<br />a cock i'll<br />ask him/her<br />for a dance<br />"but if there's<br />pussy down<br />there get<br />out of<br />my way!"<br />Magdalena roars<br /><br />may the best<br />genitals win!<br /><br />i'm a faggot<br />competing with<br />a dyke for a<br />piece of ass<br />someone mutter<br />"Postmodern" please<br /><br />where'd you<br />first hear<br />your meat<br />curtain slang?<br />all those<br />vaginal<br />synonyms<br />hip for<br />Scrabble to<br />flip her<br />switch up<br /><br />then she<br />drove to the<br />hotel of<br />her first<br />lesbian sex<br />only she<br />couldn't<br />find it<br />i mean the<br />hotel and<br />the traffic<br />cop made<br />us go<br />thru a<br />tunnel our<br />living<br />metaphor in<br />motion</strong></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">from the book <em>Deviant Propulsion</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">click <a href="http://CAConrad.blogspot.com">HERE</a> for details</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38018499-116598892617228553?l=blessedarethedeviant.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poet CAConradnoreply@blogger.com