a poem for today, 6 October 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of eight sentences and its image]
I never resist temptation, because I have found that things that are bad for me do not tempt me.
That will make more sense when we're actually doing it.
This kind of judgment emanates from a hot emotional space, not from a cool intellectual one.
To whoever tagged this "gonads and strife": Excellent.
You know, vacuum, dust, mop and help me move the furniture so I can clean behind them as well.
Certain people I imagine naked every time I see them.
Ultimately this is the only thing that interests me.
Yeah, that's right, I said it.