Rus, Aloe

Wet towel falls away,

exposes soft white body,

life manifest, craved.

 

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Stalingrad, Wasted (Nazis)

The Nazi groaned, pained:

Eukodal and Pervitin,

made life worth living.

 

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Drownings at Nantes (Noyades de Nantes) 2 (v2)

To use the immortal words of Yuri Gagarin

(or is it Albert Pierrepoint I’m thinking of?):

“Let’s go!” …

… Progress?

Tomorrow we might know.

 

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Steel Mill

Was life so bad before, lost time and place,

to willingly sacrifice my

mind, body, soul and face

to this false god?

Bogus American dream.

 

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Sophie Momoro

The bourgeois liberals get overly excited,

carried away,

decadent excess, some say.

Alas, entirely reasonable,

understandable behavior,

I counter:

For, once the Divine is removed from our thinking,

what grounds for satisfaction do we have

beyond carnal, sensual pleasure,

base indulgence and arousal?

… Yes, let them eat cake too!

 

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Plums, Methley

“Go for the low hanging fruit,” he said.

Uncomprehending, she paused, then smiled:

“Oh, you mean the testicles!”

 

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Paris, 1930s

Prostitute?

No!

We say: Courtesan,

it benefits the man.

 

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Flower Blows, Hope_

Today’s lover,

tomorrow’s loather,

today’s friend,

tomorrow’s fiend.

Highs and lows,

we move with the blows,

alas,

why is it so?

 

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Palmen am Meer_

She simpers and blows him a kiss.

(Some kind of idyll and bliss…)

He feels a tantalizing breeze on his cheek,

in his mind

he sees her…

*Fresh*,

fresh

as Palmen am Meer,

Tanzmusik aus Kambodscha.

… Schöne Tag,

1968.

 

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Fetal Position 1

Desperately seeking security,

we embrace opportunities,

and perversities.

Deception we realize too late

as, gutted, we lie,

unmarked grave.

 

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