I either want to have sex with or ingest the entire universe. I wear a sweatshirt copy of the shroud of Turin and sell autographed bibles from every streetcorner often pausing to kick over a plaster lawn burro or expose myself to no one in particular. I know that sleep, sex, and death are identical. I go through the things in my room as if I am already dead. I replace sportsjacket elbow patches with two slices of salami from a sandwich left outside my door. I am euphorically indifferent. I investigate the obvious.

DEAR ALL...
THE NEXT WAVE IN THE INTERNET WILL BE ONLINE BOOKS AND POEMS WITH COMMENTS...
BEST WISHES...
GERSHON...

Greetings from a sunny, if not a tad chilly, England!

I am a novice to this Group, so I need guidance.

I am not a Poet, although I love Poetry and perhaps if I have the confidence (which some of you seem to ooze.....I am envious), one day, I will post (where, I know not), a couple of the 39 poems I wrote after my beautiful husband was killed in a horrific accident.

I have kept these poems so close to my heart that nobody, not even my Editor, has seen or read them.

I have enjoyed reading through many of your comments.

Carrie

Just keep surfing through all the alternatives. The shape will reveal itself.

Love your intro, Matt. I'm an Oakland, California poet, writer and former pediatrician who's been in this group for a number of months. I have two books out: my poetry chapbook THE UNDERWATER HOSPITAL (Zeitgeist Press, 2006), and my fiction chapbook MIXING TRACKS (Gertrude Press, 2009), winner of the 2008 Gertrude Press Fiction Chapbook award for LGBT writers (I'm the "B").

Matt wrote: "
I either want to have sex with or ingest the entire universe. I wear a sweatshirt copy of the shroud of Turin and sell autographed bibles from every streetcorner often pausing to kick over a p..."

Wow. I dtrongly disagree; especially as a twice ordained woman of God and of the Buddha, but more redundently understood, I have been liflong catastrophically ill, hence literaly facing death, the ever frailing human condition, but now with less than a month left to live, I bluntly expiate how sad I am to have read this on my equally dying laptop.

Her Holiness;
The MOst Venerable Lama Rimpoche, Prof. Ph.D O.F.M.
Miss Milkweed L. Augustine
author, artist, pacifist leader, religious leader

One of my 12 books is in the Holy Vatican
THE MILKWEED PROPHESY; EPITAPH OF THE APOCALYPSE
co. 2006
Lama Milkweed L. Augustine

I have known the Dalai Lama for sixteen years.

You met the Dalai Lama?

No. I had telepathy from him for sixteen years and saw him twice driving cars in Woodstock, KTD.1992.He has been on phone with the Clintons constantly since then.To deliver Hillary's sixteen year tirade, a US national secret.It is scandalouis. Their reasons were complex CIA twistedness.

Barry wrote: "No. I had telepathy from him for sixteen years and saw him twice driving cars in Woodstock, KTD.1992.He has been on phone with the Clintons constantly since then.To deliver Hillary's sixteen year t..."

I was twice recognized by the Dalai Lama and at the age of 34 in 2001, I was given the title Her Holiness, before thst THE MOST VENERABLE LAMA RIMPOCHE.

LAMA MILKWEED L. AUGUSTINE

In my book ETERNAL IV POLE co. 12003, I published two leters from him.

Peace be with you.

I'm new from "A Poem a Week" group. It's a small comfy community of poets. Give it a try. I'm a bit daunted by the size of this site.

Annette wrote: "I'm new from "A Poem a Week" group. It's a small comfy community of poets. Give it a try. I'm a bit daunted by the size of this site."

Yes, daunted. My inbox is jammmmmmmm packed from this site. Try A Poem a Week...it's a nice small community, where when you get an email, you know the name from who's topic a new poem is posted.