Grace Smothers

The first thing you must do is kiss the woman's foot

Then you must kiss her butt, and ask her respectfully not to sit on your face for too long

Or else you might not wake up

If she is cruel, and gets you to the edge of consciousness, only to revive you and start again, you know your fantasy has gone too far

In Fact, it's no longer a fantasy, but outright torture

The desperation felt by a suffocating man beneath a merciless woman cannot be described: only shown

Once upom a time I succumbed to this

: I thought I was about to check out!

I woke up alone

which is nothing new

I fell down hard and had to rethink my symmetry

This is a poem about an atheist who desperately wants to be(come) a Christian

Tine will kill us if we're not careful

Time is a whore and a bitch and a block of bad cheese

Fuck time! As hard as you can!

Make her beg from the exit of your cock from her dispirited cunt!!!

nocturnal epiphany

As the night screws with us like a cowardly bully, we fight back

Temporary respite from the pain is no cure

What is needed is a word from above: a theotic utterance that won't just give us hope but the necessary love that makes life endurable

Recall Faulkner, in his Nobel speech:

:

I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice.

I agree with Bill up to a point: our voice is inexhaustible.

But we are also immortal: we just talk too much

The speech that we utter relieves our pain: it is not a desperate attempt to delay Charon.

I write and speak because my personality demands it

I'm not trying to overcome others with my prosopon

Instead, I'm trying to keep my heart from breaking and -- more importantly -- my soul from decaying

My sweet love, if you're still out there, please remember who and what I am!

Nocturnal Epiphany

Once I believed that the loss of my wife was enough to take God out of the world.

At this moment I'm recalling my devotion to theos

Not sure if I'm being honest, but I need someone right now

Loneliness is torment: it's a reminder of how fragile life is ....

As Faulkner said, we are not meant to endure but to prevail.

Prevail over what? Over the fragile shell of our existence?!!

I scent death every day: soon I shall be gone.

My like is declining

Perhaps some day soon I shall be able to express myself to all those who have loved me

In the meantine I suffer, and watch my hands shake, strangely (un)aware of the dominant

Dunamis

of the world

It's all fucking cruel. amd I want to smash it. But I'm too weak

I drank away the woman I love the most

I've licked the pussies of those that mean nothing to me

But here's the reality: never again

If I ever experience love again, it's going to be with an angel: and YES!

They do exist!