i have walked within your
thunderstorms & broken nails
upon the wood of your maple
casket — makes me sad
called a dove the vulture of
all hearts (oh my)
hauled dirty stares within
the sack of my brain we all
refrain from bruised egos OH HEY
says the middle finger of my MOUTH
you can only lose
what you never had
and i broke nails
trying to pull Jesus
from his Cross//+\\
:: 03.11.2020 ::
It’s a sun-drenched thought
riding in a dream like me
in the backseat of a
Buick rumble seat
We love our kicks
it’s our treat
being crazy ain’t enough
unless your tough
we love our kicks
There’s a question
on the plastic streets
one that drives me hazy
am I or the others crazy?
We gobblefunk in the trunk
licking the razor’s edge
all in the backseat of my
Buick rumble seat
And we lust for our kicks
a psychedelic moment
in a psychiatric ward
where the monkeys smoke
it ain’t no joke
We lust for our kicks
:: 02-12-2018 ::
PET this pretty kitty,monster
oh, WET is progress-pink disease
of love,my victims(like when i break
your heart i won’t deny it all
so we suffer the Bigness of your
LITTLEST pelvic region
so unwish a world of pity flesh
and my need for guidance is so much
like-more the world born–pity my
poor flesh(i “hyper-magical beauty”)kitty
so WET and in need of a good petting hand
and two eyes upon
my ever unwished words(never save me
from these evil deeds of desire)ugh,
ultraomnipotence makes me hot and with
a hell to pay the angels say,”what the
devil needs to know I always seem
to suffer myself;”
so pet this pretty kitty,monster
yeah, a wet progress-pink disease o’love
:: 09-01-2015 ::
LIFE, my bequeathed light,
an exasperated breath!
My volcanic lip-heart
flow like wordLust
across your tender
nature’s skin and i,
so much (too hotly)
devour your soil,
the Spring rain came
across my face
and each drop o’ passion
i drankingly sipped
(almost guilt but no!)
The quench of earth
between your wish
fully thigh-dreams,
I feel that fell
into your heart
and washed away all
my stress and fears!
:: 10-30-2014 ::
LUST is a sticky thing
I touched it once
and never have removed
it’s vicious luscious
touch
//–//
Beside of me
and into me
Poseidon’s spear thrust
heaving chalice breasts
and white cap foamy waves
what sin
no shame of me
nature does what she need
:: 04-01-2014 ::
in my mystery costume
i show no face but dare
your smile to show and care
and in the middle of a song
let’s dance and kiss-tell
and closer we go-beyond
a hot line no other dare
sherbet tongue-taste
my-cherry-lips crusted
a soda fountain flood
consumes my lust-river
and marshmallows float
we bite to save our souls
:: 03/18/2014 ::
