February 2012
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I Can.
I can smell you in the nothingness
of the air
and can feel your fingertips
and your lips
and your tongue
with the tickled synapses of my mind
and skin.
I can hear wavelengths from
computer chips
but sense the breath of your words
on my earlobe.
Reverberating sea in the conch of my head.
I walk with you at my side at night.
I let you wash my back as I shower.
We lay, packed, on an XL...
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Bosch, Butts, and The Garden of Earthly Delights.
Most of you that have some familiarity with art history or art of the Renaissance may recognize the name Hieronymus Bosch, or at least his famous altarpiece The Garden of Earthly Delights. Bosch very convincingly put the “trip” in triptych, creating a fantasy world of unabashed nudity, fanciful topography, carefree abundance, as well as gruesome torture and terror. But butts. Bosch...
