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For three days I’ve been without meds.
On the fourth I’m e-e-e-vil with pain.
Beta seeking, opening mouth,
I in/cant O-O-O-Os to free muscles.
My day’s devoted to scoring pills.
On the way to the clinic, zoned

on radio in a slow zone,
I keep thinking about these meds
I’m hooked on. Withdrawal from pills
that keep me feeling no pain
seems bearable now, the muscles
that connect neck and tight-clamped mouth

looser. I open my mouth,
seeking again the touchy zone--
habitually locked muscles
the ser… Continue

Please, my dear Ipsitilla,
my darling, my clever girl
Bid me come to you for the purpose
of taking a noonday nap.

And if you do, it would be helpful if
no one bolts the front door,
nor please yourself to go out,
but remain at home and yield to me
nine fuckations in a row.
Indeed, if you're going to do anything,
may thou bid immediately.

For I'm erect and potent
and thrusting through my tunic and bed covers.

Tr. Billie Maciunas, 1984

Let us live, my Lesbia, and love,
and all the grumblings of critical old men
value as a single penny.

The sun can set and rise each day.
When our brief light goes out once and for all,
the night is a perpetual sleep.

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred
then another thousand, then a further hundred,
then even another thousand, then one hundred.

Then, when we have made many thousands,
we will thus confuse, so not to know,
or so no evil person can cast spells,
knowing how many kisses there… Continue

He seems to me a god.
He, if it is permitted to surpass the gods,
who, sitting opposite you, again and again
sees and hears you
laughing sweetly, so that all
my wretched sense is snatched from me:
for as soon as I have looked
upon you, Lesbia, nothing is left to me.

But my tongue is torpid, through my
limbs a subtle flame flows.
My ears ring with their own sound,
twin lights covered by darkness.

Peace, Catullus, does not agree with you.
you are too happy and too carried away by peace.
Peace ha… Continue