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Hello my tender lumplings! Lots of new publications already up or posting soon!

Already up: "Daddy's Boy" at Divine Miss ValCapone's webzine, and a new smutty story called "The Angel" in the Filthy Dirty Smutty Storytime group.

Coming soon: "I discover i is an android" at Shampoo, daily zen-like lotus blossoms at DailyHaiku (I'll be one of the cycle of featured poets here throughout the summer), and hopefully many more stories and poems to come...

And I've finally got an interview for a copywriting job! Thank fucking god and wish me luck!

And a few poems for you...

[sea green]
anemone the dark-
ness of its limpid
eye the rose
revealed on a pall-
id hip scarlet
gasp of
mouth as o-
pen as rose
see green
rose the bone
hip dis-
closed the kiss of scar-
let lips



1.
To whom do I give my new synthetic spine,
Now reupholstered in squeaky silicon?
You, android engineer: reminder to you
Who grew rich on my sales, bankrolling your bank,
Of that time when, one lonely poet of code,
You dared anthropomorphize the machine in -
Postmodern Pygmalion! - man's cast-off coil.
Cherish, a little bit at least, these vertebrae
As trophy for creating, god among men,
Product that can't outlast quarterly cycle.




[those weeping velvets still]
en-
compass
me
like memory

and to forget: back-
lash scar-
scribe

those lines your fingers carved
from my meat
this room:
a black box record-
ing an in-
finite loop of
passenger's screams.

how your tongue carved my eyes
a night
in which to fumble
blind.

those sweat-dewed sheets a shroud
for untold shutter-
ed skins and vomitlace
upon the hardwood so scarlet
i couldn't say
if we'd bled or drunk
the night

this hallway a dream-
ossuary
stum-
bling my
way
to all those sor-
did al-
tars.
again.

a-
way
my finger-
tips on weeping velvets:


And a last note: listening to NIN's new "Year Zero" and loving it! It's nice to have Trent back to his old ways.