What to do with Pleasure (For Deleuze & Proust)

The jealous one’s pleasure – to discover
the beloved’s lack
and in the sudden withdrawal
of an eager hand
Take that little ball of joy –
mishandled, dropped and slipped
and do not hate or despise it
Take it and toss it around
on violent ground
in your head
on your bed
where the truth never sleeps


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Tyrone
    Nov 04, 2010 @ 09:50:05

    The last three poems have been very sharp. Each ends with a strong decleration. Good work!


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