/lit/ - Literature

You write of rim-jobs. Rimbaud beat you to it,
and Verlaine, in Les Stupra, when they wrote
a sonnet on a rim-job. If you knew it
you should have let us know in some foot-note.
I happen to like rim-jobs. Giving, receiving.
When someone says "this tastes like ass" I think
"No I know what ass tastes like," and believing
it tastes sublime, and not like some sports drink
or whatever "tastes like ass" to them. But as to taste,
My taste in poetry is more exacting.
When Rimbaud and Verlaine write better, what a waste
Is is that you write drivel, now attracting
The wrath of one who loves to lick an ass
But still would flunk you in a writing class.

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L'IDOLE: SONNET DU TROU DU CUL

Obscur et froncé comme un oeillet violet
Il respire, humblement tapi parmi la mousse
Humide encor d'amour qui suit la fuite douce
Des Fesses blanches jusqu'au coeur de son ourlet.

Des filaments pareils à des larmes de lait
Ont pleuré sous le vent cruel qui les repousse,
A travers de petits caillots de marne rousse
Pour s'aller perdre où la pente les appelait.

Mon Rêve s'aboucha souvent à sa ventouse ;
Mon âme, du coït matériel jalouse,
En fit son larmier fauve et son nid de sanglots.

C'est l'olive pâmée, et la flûte câline,
C'est le tube où descend la céleste praline :
Chanaan féminin dans les moiteurs enclos !

Literature is not that good
Poetry is awesome