Word Fornicator

Only erotic love that stamen to sublime confusion
And the heartshaped tongue on the escalators of detached corneas
Only this look creating by osmosis

Only this girl I drink
Drink and eat for eternity

— Philip Lamantia (via uutpoetry)


Driving through
hot brushy country
the late autumn,
I saw a hawk
crucified on a
barbed-wire fence.

I guess as a kind
of advertisement
to other hawks,
saying from the pages
of a leading women’s
magazine,

“She’s beautiful,
but burn all the maps
to your body.
I’m not here
of my own choosing.”

— Richard Brautigan, “The Double-Bed Dream Gallows” (via liveandletlive)