21 Oct Christian Brun Del Re
A THOUSAND POSSIBILITIES
a thousand possibilities
when you toss me
your body a canvas
for (me) (you)
to dig (paint)
(you said)
armpits dispensing the goods
badge of your trials
& salty snacks
blankets
the chips
on my shoulders
the furthest ultimate
seven seas on the same train
the nether reaches i track
in your
irises
my eyes drank you
your shadow
half-naked
half-animal
& whispers
pretend to throw
themselves loudly
from the window
my mouth say
“I LOVE U!!.. …
…oh hmmm
i mean i feel a lot of love towards you”
“would you rather never talk again or never feel touch?”
you asked.
many
tinkerbells (yr hands)
carving the pasty ice
à la Tchaikovsky, back there
i’m all mMMMmmmm’s of approval
for touch
oui
vendue
t’as raison
n’importe quand
je donne ma langue au chat
si en échange y me fait du pain
i smokdtchu
you smokdme dat night
cigar chomping minora
chewed up chwing gum
around the world 80 times
yoyo crossing yr hills yr valleys
(dirty dangle)
& then
…. .. the first kiss
it
just
peeeeeled
me
riiiiiiighhhhht
o
f
f
free
forgetting
forgetting colours
forgetting the moon
forgetting colin stetson
forgetting everything
forgetting i am
forgetting i am this person forgetting
when you toss me
your body
LIVING THE LOVE (SIMPLE TOUCH)
alive – falling
collecting lovers
my picassoed-easter-eggs
with a lofty egg carton – fostering infinite decks
like summer time big blu (house) patio
a pop-up picture book
or a fat box of cigarettes
you gave us a dream to chew
you the stranger i kissed in the hammock
salad-the red carpets – premiering the dawn of new
you approaching from the moon with a way-too-long-of-a-joint
me “awhhhh i can’t say no to you” & those eyes of yours
that announced me the end of a twenty-three-year-long-solar-eclipse
& me-grass locked mixing my hair (uni-lock) with the wet beard of
nova scotia
my body
nappy – flacid
cylindrical cooked spaghetti
meat balls
napping
as you scruffled off
home ward / purple-van-ward bound
through the dim lighted beats
of the greatfully dedicated sound system
i said @ you….”one day
i will find you
& i will make love to you”
i did find you one day – a month later – 8 provinces away
& i, — fully fulfilled then by the PHALLUS of SELF
head first uncircumcised — naïve
I, phallic-I! solo traveling – exploring – conquering bridges
& sunset boulevard & the red wood forest
FUCKING THE UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
with virgin road-eyes
& the california piers
i satisfied – had an eye for you
& after a hug
the tank filled
plenty
its not coitus your hunting always
the hunger of coitus – actually the thirst of touch
simple touch
not much
needed
we, coast-to-coast kings
chomping celebratory hookah
victory of our pocketed turf & friends
settlement on the heavenly shores
of the undying lands
BC
rejoicing
living the love
dreamt by a billion souls
☽ ☼ $$$ ☼ ☾
striving to rival shakira’s hips in radical honesty christian the mammal – likes to spend his time above the arctic tree line eat sugar, tell stories & practice euphoric dance in remote locations. he expresses @ iamnotfastbutiamslow.blogspot.ca
