Haïku for Lust

Fantasy will thrive
until you hear a medley
of the school girls coo.

Face of the Kali

Please, I have hope
As I meditate with my eyes open
I have sight.
I might pick up to read some Bly
But I'm still there, always there...

Hold, a beautiful girl walks by
Peut etre her 20s will
Be another ennerved puberty
Until a woman comes through
With a face like Boston wind
Burning the corners of the buildings.

I have found the most predictable spot
For a voyeuristic approach.
My earth picture
There are voyeurs and their pictures.
What is nostalgic
Is not what has been captured in portrait,
But rather what can be released in real time
Like looking up at the grey pencil in the sky
How it envies the sun.
I want to be with the eye in the sky
Obsessed with one center, obsessed
With my sister who looks like my Mother
And all the God glistening animals
The people with the right color combinations
And attractive jaws.

Have we compared ourselves to sharks?
They're suffering from solipsism and reincarnation
Underneath, inside, inside
Worthy places, all the years of night
And praying at the bottom of this ocean
For our mothers to bring the good cream.

When the death mamma descends
With her mouth open revealing sharp bones
The sharks will burst in her throat like ripe melons.
From this yearning, they have learned to see in the dark.
From the blood of the melon working in wet domes,
A woman is born.
The child of the death mamma sharpens her eyes.