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~ Cuervo Fire In My Blood

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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

 

 

ignorantic

I cracked open a walnut

beneath the canine of my tooth

and out spilled maggots

writhing in amnesiatic verse

vile-ing in insomniactic pain

while midnight in the evil of garden and lust prevailed.

Sir Serpentine Jesus said to take down my hair

and splay open my breasts to feed its poor

he said, eve is upon adam – I said, F.U.C.K.

you, for unlawful carnal knowledge

I banged my head, fell victim to the mosh

so sad is the sinner sinning

who tries to become holy holier-

I know nothing of this life

only how to crack a walnut

and avoid being fucked to death

 

 

the Devil, too, comes

his body quaked

and shuddered

as he watched

the distant inferno

melt the flesh

off her Angelic face;

he comes instantly

on his hand, spitting

fire demon semen

into the recesses

 

of Hell

 

death, in the Devil’s eyes,

had never looked

so deathly pornographic

 

 

morgue Monday

my mind

is on a chopping block ~

my thoughts

in a systematic gutter

of porn and religion ~

I can’t think straight

I can’t deviate

I can’t create

much less. . .post-levitate ~

sittin’ on the couch

watchin’ Spanish soaps

my mind feels

like it’s on Spanish dope ~

change channel

several times

only to find

that over the weekend

people got shot ~

some shot by cops

some shot for talkin’ crazy

some shot by enraged lovers

some shot by dudes ’cause other dudes were fuckin’ their ladies;

some shot ’cause deals have gone bad

some shot for wishing they had had

what had gone bad ~

it’s a mad, mad, world

a beautiful life in a big beautiful city

and it’s barely 7 in the morning

as I stir my black coffee brown thinkin’ today would be a good day

to buy me another gun

 

 

GUTLESS

I’m drowning

in an ocean

of filtered water

 

it is obvious that

I’m in to deep

 

in to deep because I’ve allowed

you to ingest me whole

to permeate the recesses

of what made me solitary once

 

I could very easily fend

systematically loathing you

unremorsefully begging you

to regurgitate the spent

of my flesh and frame

and make me sovereign again

 

like when you used to look at me –

with love

yet,

invoking an immense sensatory

of your lust I hungered for

 

but drowning, today, is the most

logical approach – this filtered water

pungent-ing my soul,

exterminating my sins,

exorcism-ing my spinal demons

 

like casting out the Archangel of Guts

from within a paradisonal hell –

sinless, spineless, demonless

 

I’m a fucking pathetic gutless waste

to what makes a soul humanely pure.

 

I guess

this is what it means

after one says, “I do”.

 

 

Dead Head Metal Banger Bitch

 

dead head metal banger bitch

and you slam danced

far beyond the crevices of my soul

turning my bright days, black

turning my blue nights, red

fucking my equilibrium, grey

leaving my body hollow

to wallow in self-cum whiskey

and Satanic crack

 

and I don’t see the end

only you coming back

and back coming back

like a sightless uroboros

de-fractured by the cheap

of your Devil’s blow

not knowing which way to go, except

scarring my re-birth from Christianity

as we in turn took turns

fucking our noses dizzy

until I had visions of Miss Lizzy

carrying a bouquet of crucifix axes

in an array of multi-blood-hued colors as

I leaned across the fleshed fields

of your fleshed lips and spliced your mouth open;

and you kissed me deep into an erotic sleep

and there you smiled clothless beneath

the orgasmic rain

of my communal blood

showering over you, with you

wearing only my foreskin as your hat

 

 

 

Bee

your venomous virgin honey

still reeks

devastation on my soul;

 

pinions that once flailed

so luminously

have lost their essence

to the dark of your blackened thrill

still embedded within my heart,

the same heart you wielded your

false love around and oppressed

to a bloodied pulp

still remains an open wound

where your treacherous stinger

impelled and splintered and died,

raping me of any hope. . .for love

 

for you

 

 

Hell Hath

 

I invoked

the inner of my clitoriam

from its slumber

in a soiree of black magic

instilling the use

of voodooism

fury and pins

that pierced deep

into your phallus;

your blood cum excrement

seeped gallantly onto my palm

and there I read within the towering eye

the dynamic of your curse,

and there my eyes wept

as I soiled your foul

over my distended lips

and inhaled the diabolic

of your vapor lust;

 

and hell hath no fury

like a mistress scorned

from the infidelities

of your connubial bed

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