Poet Henry Kanabus

Things I Do Every Day

(after Ted Berrigan)

Consider dreams
                or shake them off
Take 40mgs of Oxycontin
Don’t see a cat
Remove two pistols from my bed
Smoke a Decade Red cigarette

Drink two cans of Miller High Life
as breakfast
Think of Lucia
Wipe traces off my computer
                 from the previous day
(Wise Care 365 . Bleach Bit . Glary Tracks Eraser)

Enjoy the Rush of the OXY
smoke another cigarette

Go online . Change my IP to Europe
hit www.io9.com
Cyber on Imvu - virtual world
                 (can’t stand to be touched)

Write poems and forum comments
Check out the latest on Security sites

Take more drugs
Pause movies
Arrange my guns on the mattress
Reappear in dreams

The Marching Morons

Make up your fucking mind

who can like that

and who can’t

The great granite shapes

Hey fuck you
strip-mining your work

like some scam

like some sonnet

Recycled bullshit

is still bullshit

Rip off an obscure Western

and make it into a play

let Arnie direct it

You’re not 'notable'

he says

Neither impaler

nor impaled

Even Eddie grabbed a professorship

Fuck it

It is good . Absence

Sing wrote:

Sing wrote: I'm still laying here with wetness between my legs, my thighs are even wet, and the long slippery strands have managed to seep against my sheets, wetting them. My nipples are still hard, and my body hasn't stopped tingling yet. My legs are like rubbery limbs, weak around the knees for you. I can imagine you, tasting your wet kiss on my lips, and the sound of your voice thickly whispering dirty things in my ear as you hammer and pound my slutty little cunt, calling me names as you claim this pussy. Your hands are all over me, fingers calloused and thick rubbing my velvety skin, my clit aches, and my body craves for you, it never stops... and all I want to do is cum over and over and over for you.... surrendering to my darkest desires... gratifying our secret fantasies and our darkest fetishes. Mmmm ... till we meet again sweet Nick.