poetry of the Dark, Erotic, Violent, Sacreligious & Macabre

Fiction

Poem #36…(thank you Frankie Valli)

big girls don'c cry pic 1

.and big girls don’t cry.

 

 

whiskey

                  diamond

teardrops

plunge eternally

from my cunt ~

she weeps bittersweet

for you;

 

I’m 80% proof

                                             [20% denial]

that my clit

is capable

of moving heaven

without

the gentle fondles

of your tongue and

fingers ~

 

‘big girls don’t cry’, so you once said

when you left me

desperately

suckling your cum’s residue

off my heartbroken tits;

the twins miss the subtle

of your hands and

mouth;

 

and ‘big girls don’t cry’,

I dare to echo you ~

 

I wish you could see me           now,

 

how disappointed

you’d be

sinking me

to a level

of no shame.

 

 


.pale shade of misery.

a pale shade of miser pic 2

 

and the taste of you

                                remains

 

red raptors galloping across my tongue

sprout de-feathered wings

of salted sulfur

shedding barbed wire scales

w/ tooth and nail

off my flagrant skin;

you licked my cunt

then kissed my lips

so how deep

did my love go?

 

I want to make out

w/ your mouth

and have you scream

my name

 

                 in agony ~

 

it’s midnight

and my bedside

is empty

for I have a broken face

that I cannot piece

back together

but I can paint the thrashes

where ‘X’ marks my grave

the way leopards

paint the spots on their skin ~

tell me, Sir Demon within,

when we meet again,

will you stitch up my heart

so it’s no longer jagged

in two. . .missing wires?

And please,

don’t touch my face,

this pale shade of misery

is hard to find

in a drugstore.

 

 


~ Cuervo Fire In My Blood

cuervo woman pic 1

                                     v e

semen throttle thrust o       rdose

white crotchless panty’s

hang on the [clothes]line

leaving the battered

of dildo zombies

preparing for the next flesh war

under a pink mushroom head sky;

~

I am a one woman,

        a~sexual

in my southern comfort

                                      cunt-try

no amount of Jack Daniel’s

can drink away

these bluegrass tears

while hooded gators

snap at my feet, and

cuervo fire burns in my blood;

~

he once reigned under my body

with his silver flask tongue

he said he’d take me to church

if he could put a ring

on my va~Gina

and not on my finger;

his cigarette ash lush

still lingers carnivorously

when my thighs part

and kiss the sky;

~

I swallowed

this shallow and dense grave of ours

after you castrated

the bull who sodomized my parched womb;

eventually

I grew our little piece of birdcage heaven

on my tongue

and we frenched kiss our wings

to Paris via a tourniquet

dipped in cuervo caliche

the color of rustic earp blood.

 

 

 

 

 


~ SunWater

for you

 

I snorted ajax

through my veins

injected a sewing needle

through my nose

 

as your nudist orbit

crossed to me

in waves of tidal blood

I’m left cowering ~ alone

on an anthrax laced beach

 

no shirt, no shoes, no surfboard

just a broken plated body

washed ashore,

de~reefed

 

dead

   echo’s

      of love

         echo

 

beyond

the corrugated seashells

buoying on

vacant promises

where the sharkgulls

once sunbathed

 

 


Diva of Darkness: volumes I~III Promotion

 

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Dracula in Love

 

 

 

London fog sunrise

bloodstains her pretty hair red;

I want her deathly

 

 

 


A.M. Coffee

 

 

Satan in my coffee

on a Tuesday morning

riding shotgun

to work with Bob

and his cat-Black,

in a white Chevy truck

black coffee

I need cream

to make it brown

and sugar,

lot’s of sugar

to kill the strength

to calm the storm

brewing earlier in my

roach infested coffee pot

‘they lay eggs, you know’

Bob says to me

the cat hisses

it despises roaches like dogs

particularly the one

crawling out from my thermos

 

 


~^.^~Black Cat~^.^~

 

 

Cat.

Black Cat.

Crossing the street, Cat.

 

Cat.

Black Cat hisses!

Tires screech.

Rubber burns.

Smoke clears.

I didn’t miss him by an inch.

 

Cat.

Black Cat.

Not just another

Dead in the street, Cat.

 

Cat.

Black Cat.

You should have never broken my heart, Cat.

 

 


Black Dandelions

 

 

Dandelion 2Dandelions,

                                                                           though you thought me beautifully evasive,

 

Dandelions

smother and choke

their counterparts;

 

Dandelions

know no boundaries

they only know they exist as I exist;

 

You hand her Dandelions

tied in your mother’s favorite silk ribbon;

 

I wilt

at the sight of your black blasphemy

because you loved me once

 

Who would’ve thought your blackheart charm

would soil seeds after you bled them

then buried them, dry?

 

 


Psycho Sluts Live In Heaven

 

 

Psycho sluts live in Heaven

branded in apple tattoos

that kiss the mouth of those unSatan

like those wogs slithering like their counterpart semen

trudging upstream to mate with my berries;

Angelina Jolie ordered herself

a Double-Scotch-On-The-Rocks Mastectomy

and I think ‘what’s the point’

you’re getting old anyways!

So embrace shriveling up

and eventually dying.

 

 


Deflower

 

 

 

I am a flower

I am beautiful in your eyes

I smell of everything you lust

above me, 

beneath me, 

behind me, 

you break me

like the stem

once holding the flower

 

 


Death Dealer #66

 

 

I woke up aggravatingly hornier than the night before

mislaid without the sense of prepaid gratification

from that stupid whore now stumbling out the apt. door

Beneath a vehement deluge I thought about that magnificent

Theatre of Incest, the fucking dog barking incessantly down the street

that barmaid with Jell-O for fake tits, that old man who acted like a bitch

all gone, all gone, all gone right where they belong

in that unholiest sanctuary they assume Dante’s Paradiso

I took a hit of the Devil’s blow, read my list, then took a hard piss

in that open cesspool of mouths coupled with the shameless and the breathing

feeding off Catholics who are misleading, Christians who live their lives by Jesus

“Jesus!” what a fucking mess, much less, it is for the best, I guess, if I blessed those

living in some post-idealistic place, not chased by the  demon lovers of regret,

ensnared by the demon haters of no mercy; his name is Percy, and he sits

one stool opposite from me, 66 years of pouring tears into his warm beer, then sighing and crying wishing he were dying, dead, gone from this disenchanted place

once called Eden, now called South of Eden, my place, the Death Dealers place,

I show Percy no mercy and he dies swift and just, back to that Eden of lust

where his ancestors thrived before the serpent apocalypse eclipsed with the light like tonight


Vomica

 

 

I dream

of gold lighted Christmas trees,

and non-flesh eating

Zombies

beating down my naked windows,

my hands fumble clumsily

with the blinds

trying to blind those

from blinding me

 

There’s a single light bulb

hanging

from its intestine

it sways back and forth

creating shadows

of demons on walls

as I sit poker-faced

in front

of God,

De Vinci, Beelzebub

and Methuselah

 

all dressed

in post-iconic Gangster get-up,

the scene alone

fascinates me, exorcises me,

that I start having

an out of body experience

when my Full House

collapses

retaining them to beckon me

on all fours, first

across the floor

reeking of misconception

until I find myself

viewing the misinterpretation

of the world

from upside down

 

Though I realize

I need glasses

I see everything fine

and when

I got lost

inside of her

I found

my way out

and

when I awake,

the room is eerily empty and

full of life-

I vomit


Fist Fuck

 

 

he shoved his fist

up her pre-oiled pussonian

and rearranged

her organs

to accommodate

his needs;

she stirred

when her tubes

sucked vacuumed

her eggs, broken shells

fleshy yolks, evoke

then vacate

when he pulls his fist;

her womb settles

like patina fragments

in a Monet landscape

portrait; occasionally

they liked to

paint their

macabre

just before the break

of sunrise when

the rooster crowed

its best

 

 


Trainwreck

 

Black tie-dye canaries stall the
hands of time cradling infants
still umbilicalled in the
hanging garden’s euphemism
Cataclysms and Catholism
may be the answer to a self-imposed
self-apocalyptic junk-alcoholic veering
down the tracks @ a 125 miles per hour
but I can’t see the moon trying to eclipse
the sky for it is fucked as I am fucked
LA must be a logical place harboring
my body as an epileptic earthquake
the Richter scale reads: 10+10+10, and
I wished my superficial girlfriend would stop
reading me bedtime stories gauged with
animalstic fairy tales of skid row; I feel
barbaric and I want to conquer Germania
just to fuck with the demon dogs in her head
but she constricts and I have flash backs of
birth of contractions of gestation of copulation,
and I can see my mother poetically broken by what took
an eternity to create merely took seconds to destroy-
and the roses smell pretty, still

 


Pirating Underground

 

 

Cowboy Junkies

from Hell

ride your faceless

demons

 

whiskey vodka

sex

&

 

black hearts

surmount

& you’re pretty still

behind

your naked breasts

 

 


Desperaturbia

 

 

Clipping toenails scatter
in the
sink

My anxiety
needs to
rethink

desperately of us

Your cigarette butt ashes
embed on my
tongue

And your black market
perfume reeks
of maggot
beauty

 

 


Constant

 

no one knows this pain,

constant

breaking this broken heart,

indiscriminately

in a fetal position I lie,

a perfect picture of heartbreak

weeping

drowning

waning

dying

in infinite misery,

torn apart

ripped apart

stepped on

trampled on

I am the lingering aromatic

of loves once true love

before he died inside of me

still brings about an absolute suffering;

and no matter how many times

someone says it’s going to be alright

they don’t understand the vacant hole

residing in the center of my soul

and how it refuses to mend

broken

vagrant

violent

empty

I am


Under the Influence of Sonnets

 

  1.

 

I’m a defective typewriter,

skipping a lot of periods,

hitting H’s and O’s equaling HO’s

black dots peer into my soul

 

  2.

 

My mouth feels extra dirty tonight

my tongue feels extra horny tonight

tonight I will regret tomorrow of

what today brought on yesterday

 

  3.

 

I fear an overwhelming sensation

when my name escapes your breath

it is sadomasochist deep like deep-throating,

insulting like an intense golden shower upon you

 

  4.

 

My eyes are gauged, I read your cum in brail

my fingers prick raw, blood seeps under,

in the unholiest darkness our toxins unite then

erode then fade like wounds on groping hands

 


Domestupidy

 

I can’t take it anymore,

your fightin’ words

riddle like bullets

in my head

 

You stroll across the room,

your bare ass thighs sit

parted on the sofa,

your lips purse

 

I tell you all we’re good for is

orgies and social dinners, but

I’m ignored as usual, you’re

unusual, as usual

 

I tell you, if you love him,

then set me free!  Oh

for fucks sake, stop

fucking with me!

 

I need another drink, another

excuse for you to wallow in

self-pity; and this house of

domesticity has become a

house of domestupidy

 

I’d like to think we’re better

than this so I hand you my

cigarette and tell you to

do that thing with

your gifted clit

 

I hold my scotch breath; I envy

the way your pussy smokes

my cigarette, an obvious

connotation that my

dick is no match.


None

 

one

finger

two

fingers

three

fingers

four

and his hand slowly glides in

in soft rhythming strokes

opening her soul, a universe

his thumb

strokes

her bypass

thus accelerating her heart

from zero to sixty

her lips pucker and disperse

when he shifts his wrist

deep inside of her

she is a beautiful place

a magical place

a princess flushing blush

she is the core of her thrown

she writhes and convulses

her orgasm pulses

and pulses

and pulses

an impromptu dance

her orifice a ballroom

of roses and musk

flirting with his fist

kissing his fist

fucking his fist

and together she bonds them

as one not two

drenching those sheets

in spools of lustfilled tears raging through

four

fingers

three

fingers

two

fingers

one

 

none


Vaccinations of Sobriety

 

You’re goin’ to hell, this much I know

my conscience burps in a lengthy mp3 wave

I could feel the fiber optic cables pulling

within the bowels of my intestines resembling

the spaghetti straps falling off my waif shoulders;

 

ringworms, tapeworms, heartworms would be envious,

so would my dog if I had a dog and my cat despises dogs

but loves the Chinese fighting fish fighting with the

mating water toads whenever they get in the way so

my LED HD plasma TV resembles a human aquarium;

 

I can’t seem to trudge through the liquid pixels in search

of a higher equilibrium than my boyfriend who’s obsessed with

tossing back Vodka shots and listening to gospel rock music on JesusTV

while I’ve become obsessed to picking up the remote in my drunken stupors

to donate blasphemous portions of my spirit through PayPal for a good cause;

 

but Jesus keeps changing the channel on me, and we’re out of booze

and I don’t think the liquor store ‘round the corner accepts foodstamps,

I start to worry, the ringworms, tapeworms and heartworms gather around

my soul, pulverizing my senses with the empty booze bottles, as I try to 

hold onto what little dignity I had before facing the vaccinations of sobriety.

 


Beneath A Gangster’s Fedora

I listened to my heart beating in the depth of my mouth,

my erratic breathing revolving around in my eardrums

as if this were another place, another time, only with me

standing on the opposite end. . .and blood is a big expense

 

How long I’ve been living in my own pool of gangster lust, greed

and revenge never ceases to amaze me, never ceases to question me

each time I hand off my Fedora to the wake of her pleasure

nestled on a spindle without an ounce of regret or the threat of death?

 

I am breath. . .less as my bare feet touch down over

the scuffed floorboards harboring deftly secrets that have

ended in spools of blood from some post-tragic interlude

and I await mine each time we meet like this. . .this way

 

I glimpse over my shoulder, and my belly pulls from the

naked sight of her lithe body lying there on white sheets

soon to be red like the night I broke her ingrown cherry

she could never be a virgin twice, life would be too meaningful

 

There is a mirror standing across the room, my naked body

gravitates to it, my Fedora clutching tight in one hand gently

places it on my head while the glide of my finger across the brim

mirrors the glide of my dick over her pussy to expel those cir-cum-stances

 

She moans in her slumber and her ass emulates against her moan as those

chaotic hips sway one way, sway the other, humping those sheets she calls

his name and whispers my name and shame never becomes her despite

the babies crying downstairs, a couple fighting in the hall, I am fucked


Seven Sins (that don’t compare to deadly)

 

ENVY – How in the hell am I suppose to envy what others don’t have?

 

GLUTTONY – If I bit more than I could chew, I wouldn’t have any teeth

.

GREED – Everyone else has everything else, so why can’t I?

 

LUST – Just because I have a pussy doesn’t mean I have to satisfy it every second I have a sexual thought.

 

PRIDE – Who needs it in these times.  Beg for money.  Drink out of a used cup.  Pick up a penny.  Squat piss on a tree.

 

SLOTH – Isn’t everyone at six in the morning?

 

WRATH – If I spend all day plotting an economical revolution then I wouldn’t have time writing shit that doesn’t sell such as this shit!