Showing posts with label lust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lust. Show all posts

Friday, January 2, 2015

"His Locomotive"


His locomotive was powered by
SHAME-AND-LUST, LUST-AND-SHAME.
Yeah, his locomotive was powered by
SHAME-AND-LUST, LUST-AND-SHAME.
He hauled that erratic freight across
a mighty muddy plain.


hans ostrom 2015







Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Getting Old: An Introduction

You'll admit you always had the illusion
you were almost hip, sort of with-it, and
you'll admit that you never were and that
you're now completely out of step. Bones

and muscles will ache as easily as they used
not to. To the extent you had personal enemies,
they'll either be dead now or seem
ludicrous--like you.  Hair

will have grown in places you hadn't
imagined hair could grow, as in  for example
the inside of your ears. By turns, you'll want
to cry out "Leave me alone!" and "Please

notice me!" If the young notice you,
they'll look through you. Lust won't leave
you. It will just badger you and make
you seem creepy. In fact, this is a country

for old men and women.  The problem
is simply that age doesn't earn you anything
special, and pneumonia's always
out there, waiting like a burglar,

and nobody cares what you know.


Copyright 2012 Hans Ostrom