

No Regrets Prince AlbertNo Regrets P.A.No Regrets Prince Albert
An unhappy lover may be
an unintended consequence of genital modification -- so the experts say -- possibly necessitating the removal of hardware or a changing of lover, depending. Jimmy never had any trouble. They can't say no, says the man who can't get through an airport without needing to explain
the abnormal amount of metal in his cock, the studs, hoops, incisions, the carefully installed ribs for maximum pleasure. Everyone wants to try it at least once. Professional warnings aside, we alw


Storm WorshipThe big clouds move in over the arroyos, over Cerro Pelon, the wave,Storm Worship
scrub-blue crest rising out of the desert. Years ago the village boys would run
down the creek when the sky darkened like this,
race the flash floods coming down through the canyons.
And here I am, eight, watching the sky glow mercury,
the reflections on the hood of my father's Ranchero,
counting seconds between thunder claps and lightning strikes.
overwhelmed by the presence of power, frightened by the cracking at the seams, seeing the dogs hunker down in sheds, horses finding alcoves, tarp


Poem for a night on GoogleWhere I come from the need for speed is slaked by information moving so quick you can almost hear the cable modem buzzing with the dervish-hum-- we push buttons and receive facts that appear like they were Jesus-miracles out of the input/output stream, distant celestial circles which we never even try to comprehend. How good it is to have it all, abridged and instant! Our bookmarks filled with unusual definitions and pop-culture kitsch! Even irony can't save us now, even after getting a definition off wikipedia it's hard to see how posthumanism will help. Meanwhile my browser hPoem for a night on Google


On the way homeOn the way home we almost go off the bridgeOn the way home
Katie calls and the gathering begins. Some time now since I last made a fool of myself in front of a large group of sometimes-friends, but now it's back to the summer party wheel
where it is so easy to forget just which year it is anyway. There is this hope, always, that our motivations for participating will change, but so far things threaten to remain the same.
Party in the woods still has the same fundamental appeal at 21 as it ever did at 16, the same basic impulse to speak heedlessly, to mingle bodies,
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