On her feet
sweat trickled down from her forehead,
to her neck,
down her bosom.
The sweat line made a stop at her belly button
and continued after if filled her tiny button.
Down it continued,
till it got to her under-wear
that absorbed it all.
She was all alone in the heart of the thick forest,
wanting to get un-lost and needing some human company.
She stopped to get some air.
The forest had its usual features, tall trees, short trees, crawling plants and green things alike.
The night clouds wasnt putting on its pendant, the moon.
The trees waved,
the wind whistled quietly,
the frogs croaked
and the owls hooted.
It happened in that order
for a while.
Her legs, unstable
her eyes, hot and wide open
Her breath, in quick bursts
and her chest rising and falling in fear.
The night, pregnant with horror, death and evil
Soon all that made sounds ceased
Her heart paused for three seconds.
Then, she heard a roar
a deep, rich and mature roar.
She wanted to run
but her legs would not obey
She wanted to scream for help
but her throat was stuffed and numb.
The creature sensed her body heat
and followed the trail, running.
Its foot steps caused the ground to shake.
It found her
Eyeball to eyeball,
she and the creature.
Death was a few seconds away.
Hot urine escaped her buttocks
as she stood face to face with this monster
As she tried to summone courage to fight for her life,
the creature swallowed her quick
Her death was painless.
Courage is quite expensive to gather and retain.
liked her sex best
on an armchair
or the sofa
with her lover
Bernice, in charge
of the sex games,
sweat cream being
slowly licked off
of her body,
or a warm tongue
her naked thighs,
which, through pleasure
brought the warm tears
to her dark eyes.
And in moments
to her childhood
and her father's
she wondered how
over the years,
she kept intact
inside her mind
and injured heart
and tortured skin,
the deep seated
to allow love
not to be spoilt,
or the places
he had tainted,
to be tabooed
to her lover,
when she slowly
slides her finger
along her spine
or between legs
as her lover,
laughing, calls it.
But most of all,
despite the past
hurts and foul touch,
she still has that
the dark years,
to love her hot
that sexy bitch,
all too human,
and all too much.
in the now moment
where I feel your heart and mine
walking vein to vein
written by the tears my heart drips
imbedded deep in the lining of my skin
are words of desires hidden only for you
waiting in shadows of darkness
for you to strip me down naked
touching lust emotions that can't be seen
our lifted moans
louder than thunders clap
out howling the wolfs cry
your sweat soaking into my blood
running thru me like lightening strikes
meet me in shadows of the moon
Where have all the Peacemakers
Have they gone awry
Have they gone astray
Have they all died away?
What exactly are they doing
We face a universe's
On this small blue speck
Ants on an anthill
In the middle of the forest
Just off this path
Slaughtering each other
Miniscule mound of sweat.
We knock on the door
I'm hungry please let me in
When I'm hungry enough
I'll kick that damn door in.
Where have all the Peacemakers gone?
Whose coming with the light of dawn.
Every night on the news
The death report reports
And the cumulative sorrows weep
For the innocent
While genocide marches
Through the streets.
I can hear their cries from here.
Tell me dear
Where have all the Peacemakers gone?
Has the universe
In its insatiable hunger
Killed each and every one?
I watch the apocalyptic
And I can't help but feel so
So I reach out to you
And bury my face
In your breast for a
While in my heart are all
Of all the generations
Who have asked this before
Where have all the Peacemakers gone?
Livid, then the jogging man pushing his child with cerebral palsy glided beside me, and I felt sick with petty spite.
I ran to the building for the nearest bathroom and vomited back every saccharine word I ever breathed into your mouth.
Excuse the blood, the ulcers you left are raw today.
I haven’t eaten joy or devoured love since while putting your blouse back on, I came up behind you and kissed the back of your neck and whispered that next to your eyes, that was my favorite part of your body.
I washed the spite and vomit out of my mouth with tap water and shame, they both tasted metallic against my tongue, like biting too hard and the jolt of tines on teeth.
I bit the fork and tasted regret and chipped enamel.
Is that what his tongue tastes like for you?
When you kiss his neck, does part of you still taste my skin?
The smell of the ocean that you only ever visited once, but every day for more than a year.
Do your fingers ever expect to tangle themselves in the seaweed of my curly hair?
I've been trying to remember your scent. You smelled of running through apple orchards, the sweat and the blossoms on the air whipping between trees and seaweed curls, the ocean.
I can only remember the taste of sea salt and chipped teeth.
But when you taste his lips, do you ever taste the salt of me?
Do you ever smell the ocean in the air, the ocean on my lips?
Long lost time stretches blacked out questions and
in the place where it should have been
A triple threat of time, continuation, and displaced memories
Slapped back into the
I know it's a sin but I fucking love it
Push it, shove it down, choke on the smoke and the fumes of the ancient
Wisdom is the loss of purity
Blended back into the swirling twirling Universes, such perverse pleasure in the pain of it all
I love to fall
The wind in your face, blend it with a trace of sweat and blood as it all
I love the taste
Blasphemous and decadent, giving in and giving out to suck it all back in again
RISE and FALL
I grin a bladed smile all the while, never minding the cries
Such pleasure as it dies
All taint of purity reviled
Desecrate the sacred, mutilate this inviolate aspect of creation
Only a seed of destruction contained within the potential
I see and I lust and I take and I kill
Not a drop of precious life spilled
The laws remain, rise and fall, rise and fall,
I saw it all and then I sought a call of FLAW
For in the impurity lies perfection
An insecure dissection speaks the truth
As I now lie and speak to thee uncouth
I regret the best was yet to be
Blinded stumbling through Infinity
....just let it be.
House plants are hostages
we take while we rob
the bank of life for
all the experience notes we
can carry safely away.
We are using the funds
to build our vivarium
homes, microcosms of
the world beyond our walls
where we first glimpsed
The machinery of the world,
greased by blood and sweat,
remains beyond our control
while at large, yet
under our close supervision
we coax submission
out of our captives for
our own enjoyment:
selfish, ambivalently cruel
benefactors, dispensers of
our plants' waters of life.
I cowered in the corner like a malnourished animal,
tucking my tail between my legs while you bared your
teeth. Every rib jutted out, punching holes in the negative
space around me. I couldn't fill the room, could never be
big enough to hurt you back.
I gorged myself on your affection and scarfed down
your lust for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, tried to make
myself large enough to matter. I remained famished,
empty stomach, empty heart, empty bones.
I gargled rubbing alcohol each morning, to sterilize the
taste of your rejection in my throat. I tried brushing my
teeth with bleach to get the stains out. They were lacquered
in all my falsities, the things I pretended to be, the personas
I slipped on each morning, in my bedroom while my mirror
silently watched. I never pretended for you.
I stripped myself down to nothing but honesty in your presence,
and I trembled and you watched me bring the walls down.
You listened to the ground quake and crumble, heard it crack
and shift and did nothing to keep me from splitting down the
center and becoming tectonic, too.
You told me you were sick of the color purple. I was a disease
that stained you like red wine, and you smashed me like a
glass bottle against the bedpost. You tried tossing me out, like
a damp rag with too many black smudges, the kind that's musty
smell never quite fades away, and you folded yourself into the
washing machine and tried to rinse me out.
I was like blood when you washed me. I retreated in the water,
made rusty circles around the drain and fell away, but when the
moon came out to sing you to sleep, I became a glow in the black
light that illuminated all our sins.
You tried to run me over, but I clung to your socks like burrs in
the grass, I soaked your ankles in dew, I drenched you in sweat
and you hated how I held you and even more how you held me
Welcome to the lair of the NobGoblin gobbler
A flighty, mood swinging vixen.
Best enticed by snake tonguing spice
And desire driven backseat affairs.
The NobGoblin gobbles on naughty nob sausages
With sweat saliva saturated lips
Has a tickly strung tongue to hum-a-come-tum
A sweet slurping soft sucking repeat.
But it is a quite fickle and self-respecting being
Gobbling pleasure for those who do deserve it
By being quite fun, lovable, hot
Kind, hard and rugged; despicable, not.
So be secretive, funny, open-minded and lovely
Romantic, naughty (or cleverly cool)
Don’t be a rapist or racist; misogynist or cruel
And the NobGoblin just might
If treated just right
Go to town and gobble you too.
Hush, my darling
Slip one foot over the edge.
Find that one weak spot and press
letting the cracks scream and spit and hiss.
Until nothing remains but a dark abyss
that's calling, begging you to fall.
Hear an ocean raging, seething, foaming
at the mouth. Wanting to lick up any piece of you,
to serenade you, promising desires before the curl.
The curl that pulls you into a peaceful lull just ahead of the
that collapses your breath and pushes
rivers into your lungs.
See an illusion.
A tropical paradise beckoning.
Beauty from a distance with devouring teeth.
Not whole, swallowed, painful, but brief. Rather,
slowly - one ache at a time.
An ant sting, small, but trickling poison
into a stream that pumps through your ankle. Then a bubbling,
ghastly surface that won't release the throbbing. Still more.
the serpent's trike.
Taking with, all dilemmas in one torturous
Moment. Wrongly counted as a blessing. Unbearable,
but better than the old pain, for awhile.
And more than pain is the hopeless knowledge: there's no boat
to sail you back.
Feel the blistering desert heat.
Lips that crack and bleed, releasing a sweet juice
into your unquenchable throat. Sweat that drips
driving you nuts from knowing
that water is wasted...
Know the burning seas that are nothing more
than your mind
discovering the darkest side.
And nothing less.
Cry for all the lights you can't turn to. Can't bring to life
because they'll break you.
Let that hole open so wide that there's no mistaking it
but for the darkness is possesses.
Then pull that foot back and stand
on solid ground.
You've seen, heard and felt your demons.
Safe, my darling.