Tuesday, November 4, 2008

from A Century of Epigrams by JV Cunningham

29
History of ideas
God is love. Then by conversion
Love is God, and sex conversion.

33
On a cold night I came through the cold rain
And false snow to the wind shrill on your pane
With no hope and no anger and no fear.
Who are you? And with whom do you sleep here?

55
I had gone broke, and got set to come back,
And lost, on a hot day and a fast track,
On a long shot at long odds, a black mare
By Hatred out of Envy by Despair.

62
You ask me how Contempt who claims to sleep
With every woman that has ever been
Can still maintain that women are skin deep?
They never let him any deeper in.

76
Good Fortune, when I hailed her recently,
Passed by me with the intimacy of shame
As one that in the dark had handled me
And could no longer recollect my name.


i stil hate you.
big shout out to eve for existing and kbuck for "following" my bog lol
it's good to be back.

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