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I am not Dorothy

 

I was caught up

between the floral bitches

and the witches haze

lost be`neath the thunder

of plastic bridges; I am not Dorothy

lost in her blinding oz`s maze

and these tracks I bury

in my staggered path

are all that I have left

to remind ~

 

the dirt fields trenched

have been migrated and excavated

and they split through my legs

like valleys in rows of sacks and salt

my cunt bleeds produces seeds

tulips beg for a drib of sip of yore;

in my mind, I climb the  highest tower

I have power to take flight

and when I let go to sow

snow white in her whites

lightening eclipses with my body …

and I become one with the sky;

 

and so high my immorals fly

I feel like a ma`ruin`d canary buried within

a red crow cocooning within a graying eagle,

you say that I am

but a feathered enigma to your touch

that I am one failure you cannot solve

nor resolve or absolve

for truth`s be told;

 

I am a red splintered

glass slipper

 

I will only drop my house

on you

 

I am much to penetrated

within your tornados

 

 

 

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but if you were my baby boy scout

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smear citronella on your cinderfella

God your mouth must be a blow suckin` killa!

and “Ooh“ Johnny cock`s corn and he don`t care

cause he`s the juicy boys number one little fuck toy

holin` it up in prison & cells, smile you son~of~a~cunt

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once mama`s little cutie suckin` a thumb & chewin` bubble gum

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Lucifer up my Sky with Diamonds

 

forgive me satan, she said

for I`m about to sin, pluck the bobby pin

from my matted hair, sit my soul

upon the liar`s chair

and I bind you devlin

upon a hangman`s tree

the devil comes to deal it hard, 3 times 3;

Ooh, such misery in your painted woman`s goth

I stand before you

crucifixed and bathed in a river`ed styx cloth;

And what, did you think you can honestly

outsmart me, I`s like that saying sows

“misery loves company“ only I won`t

splinter your bones, you`re a tone

I need you to groan in me …

and cockadoodledoo goes the red cock

feathered on the fence, and fall you will

down to your knees

hands criss~crossed

in a pentagrams pence … and praying for

sixty~six our father`s & six hail mary`s

won`t save your lover from

beating down those dirty hairy`s

or taking a road trip down that suicide strip

no bitches will be tongue bangin` those fuck poles

if that`s what he`s fixin` to find,

love is invincible, a bawdy principle

like resort style cunts sippin` on manga vodkas

from a mini bar buffet but oh that fucking sunset

where love is not for consumption on a grapefruit;

and ei~ei~o blows john doe kicking down priests

baptizing those bloodletting beasts, fisting & feasting

the discarded & diseased … and what of those nuns

bumming cigs & sex~arettes, slam dancing` to

crimson & clovers drunk on vatican wine

`cause after this, nothing is a do over;

and it sucks to be sober you say as you come to lay

your catholic spit upon my radical clit … lucifer`s

up my sky with diamonds but for whom

the bells toll is the real show let me kiss you slow

as I straddle and strangle your tongue deeper than deep;

it`s midnight, twilight, last flight to hell`s blight

as I slip back into my broken glass slippers you slip back

into you slumber … you have a ticket to ride

Molly’s white line highway

but you`d rather pay the boatman his due

you’re fucked, my luv

and

I’m screwed

 

 

God, how I fucking love you ~

 

 


doll dis`Catholic

doll dis`catholic

I sought your wisdoms

in the flatlines of your unholiest ghosts

and in search of your vile and vain

did my maimed bodice whisper `Samhain` …

as your insanity caned the flames

in my erotic goths it was

the man of the cloth

who fucked me biblically

against a pentagrams cross

orgasms spasm`d   

                                                  `Fuck you[r], God!`

 

I screamed within a deathless dream

did I dream of slugs unloading,

of your chest exploding

at point blank range

and what dispensed

was a forty day death sentence

with your soul

suffering a penitence

but not before your Gomorrah`s

sodomized my six

in six our Fathers

and six hail Mary`s

 

     and senseless were the demonic goats bleating in my moat

 

you think you are evil, my precious one

partial to the beast, at least

you have some decency

but no woman can feast

like the dis`catholic bitch in me

I`m the left hand of the Devil Black

the unholy trinity of the holy three

my ass  my mouth  my cunt are all

but the sacrific`isms of a witch hunt

 

     have you tasted flesh, my Erotic Death?

 

laced like heroin

I`m a barbarian

self`injecting upon an open wound … your wound

uncircumcised around your tomb;

but oh my Darling, my Baby, my blood Beelzebub

let me exorcise the exorcist

from your communion breads

let me drench the seven plagues

upon your atheist head

let me be that slithering Eve

to spread my anti`seeds

and bare angelic deeds

of splendid greed

 

     will you let me fuck that apple in your throat?

 

 


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Fury pic 1

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

macabre en concento pic 5

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