Mind Caviar Poetry

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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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.


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.

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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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