Kurt Lee's editrix
thinks he's a genius, that he is in need of a spell-check program, and
that he is amazingly prolific. It is rumoured that Mr. Lee likes bad writing
and art by Redon and Monet, images of train stations and winterscapes.You
can read more of Kurt Lee's work at Unlikely
Stories and in Ophelia's Muse,
Mind Caviar's sister site devoted to erotic tragedies and elegies.
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Kurt Lee.
Warning:
While Mind Caviar feels the following works contain beauty and great artistic
merit, Kurt Lee's work is often difficult, and often contains graphic violent
images, as well as sexually violent images. If you do not find horrific
literary imagery to your taste or liking, please do not read read the following
poems, but return to our poetry
index where you may read other works that may be more to your taste.
dyingnightbloom
tasted sky pain sinking unto
the mud
heard silent screams
reaching into the darkness
with icy fingers to touch a shadow
waxy bodies sleep in the
moonlight
your last unheard word hangs
heavily above the bed searching the darkness before its ebb
smell the breath
breathing hot down your
back
rushing into a doorway
music gently pierces silence
some will comfort you
with booming train whistles
and powerful optimism
with deaf ears and deaf
throat
crumpling up dollars and
pages thrown down
speaking to an empty room
dimly lit overgrown with
limp chewed forms
moans for a sip or a caress
a warm wind from the window
youths forgotten blind whimsy
it left too soon
piled over
piled over in a chair
broken watch on the floor
booze blood sweetens wood
floor
untied shoes
laces rest there on floor
last draining colors
from last glazed eyes
peering at a cryptic memory
gesturing from the darkness
bemidst the winding trees
winding knotting tongues
across the street
Copyright
© 2002 Kurt Lee. All rights reserved. Do not copy or post.
spinal carousel
listless mist cream rolls
whippet nice film
salve slippery up cracked
wall teeth rinsed
mildew faucets drip celery
and dopefiend raindrops
up from the apertures in
the earth to scratch
the sky's hairy back in
the wino's empty
thirsty forgotten dawnways
rivers of black coffee and
timeclocks hovering
invisible in dime store
fantasy joke bubbles for
the children whose only
last candy is the tasteless
fantasy dreams cartoon youth
slurped through twisty straws
on hardon laps swaying tan
leaflets grass lash stretchy
filters swashing breezeless
in the wind splashing overtures
of tossing hair grass glass
empty dirt bottle stains the broken
mudcaplets stolen earth
a ring of crooked and reaching trees
willow brambles warmth tin
leaves tapping watercan rainpants
vibrant lucky lost words
and vision into blurred ecstacy
i stood shuddering against
walls of soft and cool windways
cloudbursts snapping in
the sunlight like windowpanes crackling
in young imaginary campfires
my legs mudpuddles vertical standing
my forms studying the deer
standing before me slurping at my cock
which was a curling pigs
tail erect one second and coiling slinky
the next pulling myself
from the deers black curling lips puffing
smoke on my whiskery nuts
i stumbled backwards forcing the creature away
that only pursued me further
slurping into itself
dancing according fisted
light bulbed headed creature pulling the entrails
of the deer pulling it away
but it kept slurping it up and slicing it
finally terrified i drew
my slight razor from my eyelids and hewedthe
neck
open of the deer which stumbled
backwards pouring bloodletting
and my vision went dark
and emerged again into sickly and potent
brightness before me standing
a young bald and shapely female with
goldfish for eyes speaking
to me through her second mouth opening her neck
and i chased her shrieking
sister through the grass diving long open
four foot strides after
her pudgy bodice until she fell face first into
the sand and i fell on top
of her my cock sluicing into her virgin orifice
her hymen exploding like
a bottle full of pennies falling off the top shelf
while i sliced up and down
the arch of her back with my face
full of protruding razorworks
untill i could wrap my tongue around her spine
and taste the sensation
of her entire body trembling with shock and death pangs
i felt the electricity stab
me in the brain from my long and winding lizards tongue
coiled around the grooves
in her yellow and hyacinth spine that jerked and
jettisoned her finally cutting
breaths i whipped back my black blood-soaked curly head
splashing the blue bathtub
sky with lipstick tumescence
my companion standing over
me smiling with her slashed throat
and gesturing me telling
me with bubbly cut vocal chords to follow her
as she wove through the
tidal flat of deathly swimming tan uncut sallow grass
to the hardcut stone pavement
expressway where we wandered up the shoulder singing
Copyright
© 2002 Kurt Lee. All rights reserved. Do not copy or post.
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