sprayed are the tits chrome . . . w i t n e s s us
FURY
is the road
through my
cunt
raging like the ferals
bubonic and castrated, and
permeated are the feral gag balls
sloughing in thy open mouth;
sodden exterminates bask in the wound
strangled in the thirstless with scorpions
zigzagging through the hymen
of my valley of shadow of death
immortan janes are the wizards
wasted in the wastelands where sand
is the ashes of bones
and I see the dead
in all the living
no matter how precious
those skull fuckers fuck
triple v8`s rape these roads
leading to the tubes fallopian
via the menstruationals throne…
there are no babies readied for
the cum~unions of putrid and foul
just marked graves where death X
fetuses mark the spot ~
I am perfect in every way
fucacima war girl…Girls…
destined for kamakrazee redemptions
as I am not awaited
where vikings become vessel kings
and queens are bred, conversing backwards
for I am the barbie suspended
on a cats pole, pitching vengeance
the bodice the bloodless the boundless
against the tranquil sunset like a blazing star
empty of wishes…
spray`ed are the tits chrome ~
w i t n e s s us
macabre en concerto
head slammed
against a microscopic window
of rectang
they took my laces
and my belt ~
I`m left with padded screams
and teeth clamoring for a bite;
hands, they scent of the ocean
sunflowers some
where some
how
have riddled with the reefs …
poetry
in a zig zag paper
have blown pre caution
to the wind … I miss your maggot bliss
on a strawberry tinted nipple
and your pores
aged in musk have settled
with the dusk ~
I`m scared
unprepared … the creepy clown
has wandered back into
my down`d
town …
daddy, he
don`t hurt no more
and mama is buttering the spread
in spider-ant-roach-dust-mite dust …
I miss our lunch hour trysts
under the boogeyman vines
as you once played dracula on my neck
but those hickeys they had
grown wings and minds of their own ~
flu from my flesh;
and what is it
with the ghosts in my darkness
silhouetted on a concerto stage
oh, yes I hear it now, the human macabre,
for rest still my un`sobriety heart
it`s just a passing the urge
to kill and be killed in return …
but who`s blood is this stained on my hands
mascara dried and caked and smeared? … tomorrow
is the day for the deers, I shall run
as you ride shotgun in my mouth
beside that pitch black soul
in that bright white suit;
it must be sunny outside
because I had a dream
and you weren`t in it
FREAKness on the loose
Hail to the Slayers & its Naysayers & Jeff the Killer!
unAmerican Horror stories have all been misplaced
disgraced, annihilation~raped by the Gods of youtube lubes & cum~panies
5 Nights at Freddie`s is the satanic norm, inducted in
Slenderman`s Hotel Forestas Hell~of~Fame
in the stain of slain`ed backgrounds, goth music expels
of where the Creepy Pastas dwell, homos & cidals
there is a tidal wave of disciple blades & munchkins who misbehave
and who is your wicked Witch of The Bitch?
don`t follow the yellow brick road, hope doesn`t exist
`cept in a gram of red slipper coke where Dorothy slit
auntie Em`s American Gothic throat somewhere &
under a rainbow turning Toto into a slut-of-a-mutt!
`Shh` to the flickers of flames, Jane is a deadly dolls dame
a tumor, less than a child`s whimper & rumor
Oh my `lil Puss in Boots how she needs your fleshy suit
to wear as petty & coats around her acidic moat
she wants to flounce, booty bounce
stick your prick with her virgin pins & needles & sticks
‘cause Bloody Mary has nothin` over
her rotten cherries … so pass the Tampax please!
menstruation is a lyrical femmes demoralization
con~to~the~damned, spread the disease
from dead ovaries & chickens that pox
calamine~cum~lotion is the Cure,
no Love Song~s in The Hanging Gardens
of Charlotte Sometime~s
just puss filled bubbles &
band aid scabs over a wounded heart …
no one understands
just Puddin` on batgurl`s hands
DIVA of DARKNESS 