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Mr. Bad Luck
My emotions Collide with you, Fuck you! I hold the knife Against my side, then Against your throat. Pretty pink neck, Ruby red necklace I got for you, Grinning from ear to ear, I hiss, You stupid thing! You stupid bloody thing! I didn’t want your body, Your useless tears, I wanted your life, Your panting hot begging breaths. Living I I I I took it! An angry god Churns inside of me. You walked down The wrong street tonight, You stupid bloody thing. Empty baggage at my feet, I kick you! You’re as empty now as a pile of dead
leaves. I’m going now. Good night.
The Empire of Fear
Just
when I thought shit couldn’t get worse With
the girl In the aluminum
colored mini dress The sunglasses
were brought in On a plate Steaming from the oven Hot to the touch to the bridge of my nose The flesh behind my eyes I had one hand on her behind I didn’t mind the pain so much then My erection throbbed to attention Yes sir no sir two sacks full sir, She gazed dispassionately Hypnotized As if the other wall was a wide screen tv Set she turned me off She muttered I
moved my hand to the front of her panties determined to Bear the full frontal brunt of her iciness Between two fingers I rubbed the genies lamp I rubbed and rub a dub thubbed, Detaching myselfI bent down Until my lips kissed The
hard cold metal looped In her belly button Reaching up for salvation I blindly felt for the soft Pliant skin of her nipples I was firm with her then, ah yes, was I firm. Suck me I exhaled heavily into her ear Jettisoning my words like desires, but like seed on fallow ground
She got up Went back into the party Left the noise outside, the noise inside my chest I masturbated Coolly detached All over the coats on the bed.
Stalker Question
Does the stalker have particular songs Running through his head Lamentations Ballads Dirges for the dead Are there joyous ditties boppin’ ‘round in there beneath his thoughts fantasies hopes or are all his ideas just squared abstract or mathematical free form or 32 barred embraced by freedoms red glow or chained to a single stationary star how lonely is the stalker lonely like an asteroid a chunk of exploded sun drifting by or drizzling mute cries of anger self loathing or disgust unable to sing for himself but able to howl for other things denied the rest of us obsessive tuneless other things he sings for The Red House Panties
every cliché obsessions a question euphoria insides which short shock me gleefully i finger the red house panties garbage canned enameled lids worn off panties, inconsiderately discarded i draw my coat tighter around my mind rooting through the wet coffee filters grounds half eaten bananas diffused refusecrows caw raucously overhead punctuating my greed nothings as important to me as the red house panties chilled up fired sweetly i bring my fingers to my face ah the extravagant inhalation my nose ah her clothes her clothes no more doubt turns off the bridge into the oily murk unconsciously chewing corners of the cloth rivuletting down the sides of my mouth. the red house panties haunt me even as i hold them close inside i sense i need to be insideEgo Snake (Underneath Your Dress)
Love
too shall desert you If you continue To turn yourself aside Give Selflessly Or suffer the consequences I’ll bring you flowers To press, against your burning breast Like I desire too Underneath your dress I desire to Inhabit The soft touch of evil
is like silk My tongue and kisses shall
emulate I can be you salivation But I don’t wish To pontificate No, I don’t’ wish to pontificate You keep saying I’m not the one Who ever is You don’t even know me Anyone can be the one Given half the apple Oh even half the apple Can fill an empty belly If you allow it too I’m no serpent Crawling upon your garden wall Not at all Undress Underneath your dress Is all the eden I aspire to Don’t be so Victorian Unlace thyself I’ll keep a knockin’‘til you let me in There is no sin in sincerity I am ardent Can’t you feel how well this seduction’s going
Refrigerator
turn the woman’s body over like a chrysalis in my hands no other passion i dare to understand the detached coolness of her flesh like a lost world it’s much better with girls the first time i had the shakes i was in a funk a fog no mercy no mercy i screamed along with her in this addiction i wanna be society’s dog what a gruesome situation now it’s beginning to bore me while i’m boring through her pieces in the bathtub pieces in the refrigerator oh where oh where is the icy bliss i seek your heads in my lap your bloody lips purpled and blue songs sung blue dribbling down the drain into my memory the pain you endured is nothing nothing you’re gone invincible i gave this gift of immortality to you like a god descendant i stalk the streets of sodden dreams dreams for girls like you dispensing graces blessings whole wheat i wonder what you would taste like on whole wheatDetective
so goddammed beautiful her hips wide flayed spandex butterflied purple nipples staring into eternity an empty sea stones staring back at me hands in pockets circling the room to keep from falling in to whatever sin i too am capable of committing blossoms and petals and roots scattered beneath a broken windowpane the water spilled on the faded rug water welling up inside of me so goddammed beautiful so still beautiful so……………
that death cannot crush or curse her anymore like fine wine already turninghow much did it hurt i wonder the clock strikes the back of my mind i bend hoping to find a clue to put this puzzle through unglue the mystery the ache inside of meGun in the House
I wish I had a gun in my house I’d pull it on all of my friends Or sometimes just stick it in my mouth Oh, I have no conscience Or maybe too much of one, I’m just A son of a gun bitch toting son of
a gun The primacy of reason underpins The primacy of fear My dear I’d rather hold you close And fill you full of tears Oh, I have no rationale for the Pain that I cause Because I love you Do you love me too Stroke my ego Feel it’s cool steel urges Impelling me to torture you like this There is no connubial bliss Just the kiss of twisted up emotions Like a marathon We’re running side by side I deride you to the ground Thanks for the deride, I snicker I’m snide when I’m inside you Like a gun going off in an empty room Echoing like thunder Blundering senselessly Like a drunk in a drunk tank top No thanks to you You need me I capitulate Then screw you again and again and again A man needs a gun Like a flower needs the sun Bullets are like seeds With needs that must be planted carefully Not cast among the weeds Nurtured Given Like a flower Beaucoups of bouquets Passed between me and you Ruminations On An Imagined Assignation (Deferred on the Information Highway) that angel lowered her eyes twin pin points of red rimmed with white innocently feral like a wolf lone she wolf with an uncaring stare a shark even in lowered repose you could not read the intangible mysteries held within that soul those eyes i longed to gouge them out eat them let them softly dissolve in my mouth slithering deliciously down into my gullet filling me with eternity if only for one day i could see clearer then rolling around in my guts like a new found love dripping them egg yellow thoughts i
sidle downstairs out to the curb stoop pick up a bottle cap perceived as coin i park my derriere atop the hood of a car trying hard to look like a hoodlum wishbone authentic carrying concealment currying favorites sycophants surrounding me wolf whistle drooling over the angel her buttscape her halo and wings meanwhile I whose thoughts ooze back upstairs to the peach colored woman her contours melding into the delicacy of the divan she lays face down upon and there was this Japanese gentleman who was covered from chin to toe in black (only his eyes behind horn rimmed spectacles were visibly above the wood) observing her sucking up her delicious picturesque (I saw them both only me love is strange flickering briefly inandout of my mind then evaporating absorbed into the vortex the void of mindlessness i didn’t love them they didn’t acknowledge the existence of each other i wished i could have rubbed fiberglass into those bare shoulders his peering eyes) thin papery stakes on each other so intent burning me to him to her she introspectively caught in her dreams i wanted her to undress languorously slow motioned thrill me provocative fruit i whispered as she drifted off to sleep like with t.v. i grew bored with trying to bore into them i drifted too down and outride i don’t talk to anyone here i don’t look at anyone here i am a hood ornament powerful iconic i stonily sit granite watch tonight (perhaps i’ll goo upstairs later masturbate satiate my boredom more fully) from my station on the car i am temporarily grateful for what we’re handed down i am a shaman in the dry season of love heels clicking on the barren pavement moving rapidly past me like the keys on a stuttering typewriter i could make up their stories stories out of their passages maybe as interesting as the leaving of their lives probably as knotted I feel like a sieve though the sins the poisons of the city are fisting through me assassinating my soul my inauspicious erratic soul it’s garden weed choked pollinating nevertheless disseminating outward from me towards the lunatic fringes of the moon i’m afraid to go back upstairs really perhaps the lady on the divan is gone the japanese man too shimmering jasmine miasma hallucination in the fluorescent neon glow one stark the other shadowy everyone moving in cobwebby fashions interruptions of bright enameled laughter if i had a hammer i’d smash all of their teeth break their jawbones too into dogbreathed slavering like crystalline icicles
(i remember vividly as a boy some would stretch down from the roof to the ground outside my bedroom window brittle winter morning long ago peering through the icy bars through to the funnel of the future straight into the mirror of my adult eyes) i accumulate outrage ill revised none of my yesterdays are as good or as tasty as my tomorrows the tornadoes of my own dreams my dreams i touch the place where the air where a falling stars’ path was absorbed into the earth a lurid streak of wish and promise the peachy Japanese woman melting into one entity she briefly materializes fades in and out about time i know nothing history knows less and shall know less of me i exult my inconsequentiality the sea i cry the sea the briny sea oh mothering horn of humanity ripples like a tide slowly pulling me up and out up upon the antennae of the world i cross out eventually transcendent then drifting from one rooftop to the next coaxials trailing sparking sparkling agonies utterly sublimated frankly frantic electricity i will not panic with my fingers twitching running comfortingly over imaginary strings and keys my mind slides again down the greasy pole of reality until the white lights displaced by purpled planes smoothness sensuous illuminations and I’m floating beneath your touch my testicles ripping out messages sending signals magnetically up my backbone to my brain to my eyes my breasts the point between us until I sheen illumine me this is the closest I have ever come to god and he to me i murmur fatuously i feel like a god so out of perilous control your body passionately absorbing mine blindly i struggle like prometheus with his gift sisyphus with his stone between the sheets chained to you sexual fires so unlike true desire i am as ecstatic as a saint upon the torturers rack rapturous i want to be martyred yes eaten by the lions sacrificed to the new years.... |
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