perhapsolutely.

i have not touched

his lips to mine

i do not know the smell of his neck

his shoulders

*

i have never looked

into his eyes as his eyes looked

back into mine

*

i am a stranger

to the particular taste of the

sweat on his skin

*

and yet though

my ears will deny it i have heard

his heart beat

the wake

stylization triumphed

lately trumped the ding an sich

to leer and gloat came

pretense posture guise

and semblance fresh

from the funeral of poise

the dais was a disarray

no one thought

to let the spot find him

but fought to bathe

in the failing bloody limelight

for a fickle fevered spell

cor aut mors?

condemnant quod non intellegunt

contra principia negantem…

canis canem edit

coitus more ferarum coram publico

consummatum est

אז בוא אלי פרפר נחמד
  שב אצלי על כף היד
  שב, תנוח, אל תפחד

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you and george f will will be best mates.  in walla walla last week at the oneg the presiding rabbinic panel informed me that my baseball cap was a perfectly acceptable kippah, and furthermore expounded upon its origin in brooklyn among the jewish children playing in the streets. i greet the gospel of the cap adjudication, without confirming the historical aside.

(in certain districts haknesset wear no tassles, for they are wont to become entangled in folding chairs which under conceivable circumstances could end in asphyxiation. i suggest tzitzittucking while seated or otherwise at risk of entanglement.  assent all around.)

i do not know whether they indulge him on local campuses, but this benjamin of tudela is a good illuminating read. at alma mater the other day there is still nothing but construction parking and trailers on the old site of the marian, and hijabs in der women-volk, und emirates decals im reisen-burners, but otherwise the bedaubed area strumpet she ever was.