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porcelain, like a Doll ghosting in her shell

 

I built a prison, after the smoke escaped,

around your cannabis tongue

detaining your passion to an impassion

amidst wires barbed and fences

consumed by rhythms, electric …

I am muerto with no poems to give you

instead I`m dodging bullets in my closet

the residue of powders burnt

silence the rage trudging through my pulses

impulse`d by the treachery

that remains stained in places I`ve wept …

war of hate is being fought by a terrorism

you`ve inflicted upon me … you`ve taken

my love, my loyalist to you, hostage

 How can I ever repay you?

a glass of communal chablis has lost its savor,

my nipples know of no value only that

of a strawberry dipped in the synthetic river styx,

that my heart had been ripped systematically from me ~

too much haze to blaze upon this theological glory

but there`s a story there, you know, of us

of orchestrated lovers maneuvering in the dark

and catastrophic roaches oaring on the mayflower

and on the abril`s sea of seasons

where the sunflowers and blood adorn

like you`ve never mourned for me ~

but as these tearless tears gas upon a gussied face,

porcelain like a doll ghosting in her shell,

you opened my robe and slipped me a note :

`True, I started a joke that got your whole world crying’

I poured hot tea into your tiny cold cup

and spun it `round to the girl crouched over on knees

with floral needles bleeding her hands please

and then there`s a man who doesn`t understand

that I`m not your bonsai tree

I could say …

`Look what you`ve done to me`

but sadly it will only be a shame

`cause I no longer have love [for you] on my brain

 

 

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Horrific`a

 

whispers of blood
descend upon my reign
hold fast to the slain of your pain
for your bowels are at the hands of my mercy
so much pleasure in your dismember`ant
are you ready to repent?

what is it, my Love
that drives your screams insane,
untamed within me?

is it the seamless design of mankind
to fornicate scalpels across your flesh?
or is the ability to inflict
chaotic misery and thievery
in the absence of your God`s grieve`ry ?

shh, my Love, do not speak
there`s nothing here but the foul and the reek
you are my hostage in bondage lesser than a meek.

tell me, my Love, have you had enough
of my living death
for I can assure you that this isn`t
the last of your dying breath.

I have much to carve to slice to peel to feel
stop writhing, my Love, I have yet to seal
you fate within a catacomb of hate …
for me

you`ve forgotten my Love,
all those little serpent demons
dwelling in your carded house of semen`s
how you treaded on the vulnerable of my grounds
as you spun my head dizzy while your lies got busy
hour after hour sweat flesh pounding against sweet flesh
did you lay and betray all my secret secrets
with your treacherous mis`behaves …
secrets you can now take
to the Devil sharing in your grave
all your senseless whining and cries to escape
for the ill that you caused … tisk, tisk, my Love …
did you not read the fine print
of the no escape clause
of lovers who use and abuse
will automatically lose?

so this is what you`ve become
from a mother who bore you
and a father who molded you
a victim in a mistress`s lair …
and there`s no hope in all of my darkness,
just a Queen as mean as a killing machine,
hellbent on rage to pillage and plunder
and drag your unholy`ness under
chainsaw`s, axes and knives
to saw away, to chop away, to cut away
every inch of beauty that dwells in your lies

so as I stand here gazing splendid
upon your ingenious soul
I cross`criss myself for the valor of your birth
here on the marvel of this un`Sainted earth, and
for the sacrifice I am about to receive …

`cause hell hath no fury like a woman deceived 

 

 

 


a snippet gospel of rage [dt dark in priests]

 

and he whispered:

`do not go gentle into that good night’

against this bodice that lies

feral & fetal`d

during his enchant`ed h-ours

of purgatory;

 

and he whispered:

`old age should burn and rave at close of day`

for at a quarter to meia`s-noite

skeletina bones in cath`olic girl ruins

break de`lovely from my flesh

for his breath is that of godly pigs

departing toward the gates

of epic slaughter:

 

and lastly, he whispered:

`rage,

 

R A G E   against

 

the dying of the light`

for unconsciously, I have ascended

descended consented

to the viral die~mensions

of priest`s dementia

where darkened silhouettes emulate

and emerge from the leviathans

little box of gospels

sheltering these scarlet fractures…

cummunal sobrieties often

in the mimics of human dogs

have hinged these breasts

trauma bound shackled

guffaw is the nickelodeon trinkets

it`s masterpiece hooked and hinged

my pungent floral, detached from reality…

nothing gentle into that good night

 

 


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

 

 

 


welcome to the xxPORNOSHOPxx

 

Teriyaki diamond boys dickin` wood

under her supernova bonsai hood, Rated X

has nothin’ over Vin Diesel`s triple X

as there`s not enough cum-rage in xander`s cage

she`s got a lot more junk in her equal~opportunity~gang~bangin`~trunk

than a thrill seeking junkie trying to play pin the tail on the donkey

bunghole bowlin` has her strollin, lookin` for gutter Sally

to French her two fold alley

`cause she needs more than ten still pins to drill her “ins“ and “outs“

but if you were my baby boy scout

I`d bend you forward and flog you all over

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

the camera`s rollin` on your meat~beaters hell,

and you’re who`s Bitch now?

so she`s a bestiality barnyard beauty Queen

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

now she`s jackin’ on pigtails & swattin` tails of horse rum

so men put a leash on man`s best~friends, keep `em studs off the streets

`cause she`s the bad~mama~jama~bitch~in~heat, and sadly you won`t compete!

and welcome to the Pornoshop where every thangs drop

dead & gorgeous, clean shaven, a superficial haven

where porno clitsters & hairless dicksters know how to

single dip, double trip, triple split

where foursomes become five & dives then a hive of orgies

`cause it`s all in the Game of Groans & Moans

soon they`ll be replaced by drones

where everything sex will become a hex

of the mechanical & tyrannical

but for now …

change the channel Marge

and come to bed with your Homie,

he wants to feel your skanky blue head

as he thinks about Stewie slippin` Lois is baby huey,

American Dad is a genuine fag

& poor little Claus in his fishbowl house …

and will the real Dev please stand up

`cause this here poem is truly fucked~up!

 

 


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 ~

 

 


sprayed are the tits chrome . . . w i t n e s s us

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 ~

 

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