you wedge your pointer finger between your canines-
in an attempt to appear sublime- or nervous- or seductive
either way it doesn't succeed.

your tooth, teeth
speck of blood, bleed
emerging as you pierce your calloused
yellow patch of skin
(layers & layers of the girls you've touched before)
but you crave one more-
for in every sleepless night
there's a quote to be fill- a new slit to drill-
you're a man.

i can sense it-
throbbing and shaking beneath your olive exterior
how you long to drag
your now bloodied, prior prettied
finger up an off white thigh-
to disregard the things obliged-
to forge the paradigm
from faulty tools,
splintered and battered in a worn down knapsack
duct taped to a hunching back,
you're a man.

thoughts of droning monotone
quiet your hungry bones
(i can hear them)
rattling as you ****
your head and lift that heavy glance up to me.

i can see you,
flopping and thrusting and sweating, which
after years of curiosity has handed me
nothing,
but sweaty sheets and burning ***.
i lay beneath you, silent
i'm a woman.

avert your eyes ( i am tempted to plead)
from the onset of premature varicose veins
(i am pale, glasslike, arched & stained)
allow me to suffocate the already immune-
girls born into the world with ******* brandings
stamped onto their lightly acne ridden foreheads.
(SMALL, MEDIUM, LARGE)
trim your ribs, shave off the cellulite-
turning a blind eye to accessible insight..
a salad for lunch, make it dinner too.
finger down your throat, orange acid hurling,
stick like dancers twirling,
they bring tears to your eyes,

if only {you} possessed the grace-
but there are pounds to erase.
i'm a woman.

thirteen years of advertisements stapled to your eyes
standing barefoot    in a bath tub   with chunks of blood
running down    shaking legs    
kicking off a now crimson pair of old underwear-
stuck  &  tangled on trembling feet

[ silence your voice and push up your *******
  til they're touching your neck.
  get a nose job
  get a *******
  you're a woman  ]

Hackneyed
Ruminative
Glasslike
Surfaced
Lake
Is
Never
Original
Only
Reflective

I love the low-hanging clouds over the mouth
Of the Amazon, that whisper to its banks stories
Of the low and high seasons, accompanied
By boat thrums and the kiddish squeals of pink dolphins
Playing in pairs near their wakes.

How the humidity carries a tropical air
Which floats through broad-leafed palms
To your senses as the water laughs in loose rolls –
Unfurling like an easy smile and revealing
Twenty-foot banks that disappear with the rain.

I’m not sure what’s more beautiful –
The entirety of it all or the glasslike meridian beads of water
That run away from the boat, warning dragonflies
And beetles that it doesn’t belong,
While from above a hawk screams to bedside reeds

And with a birdsong choir makes music of wind chimes
With the whistling of grasses and leaning trees,
Begging the mud to hold and refuse to succumb to the glean
Of two-legged greed and caustic tourism that turns
The river into a hungry swell.

A song about life and the nature of things --  
Pleading for blind eyes to change what they refuse to see,
To let the jungle alone to wild certainty,
Before humans tried to take what they cannot tame.

eleven o'clock at nightand it's time to move the car off the street'cause tomorrow's sweeping daywhen the big truck comesto vacuum along the sidewalkfollowed by a parking control chase vehiclethat gives tickets to guys like mewho forget the rulestwenty-eight dollar citations written upby uniformed women who are up at dawnslapping flimsy slips of paper on windshieldsmaking 'em stick to the dewy glasslike toilet paperlike face cream on ******* toilet paperthat either plug up the commodeor sit melting with the other face-creamed wads in the trash can next to the commodewith nothing to do except stare you in the face,to remind youthat you forgot the ******* rulesand now it's gonna cost youtwenty-eight bucks.time to move the car,time to make things rightyou *******.

The wind rattles the shutters beside me
It is impossible to sleep
Our house shakes as it threatens to collapse
The once calm, glasslike bay forms giant waves
My favorite beach has disappeared
It is midnight, time to sleep
I glance out the window and see a shadow
It moves and shakes as it threatens to barge in through my window
Falling asleep, the hissing of the wind penetrates my dreams
Like a policeman blowing his whistle
Only it's not
I wake suddenly and hear a crash
Running downstairs to see what has happened I trip
Now unable to see the fallen power line and the tree that has already Began to fall
Sprawled on the floor i hear the boom
Scrambling to get up i see the car that has crushed my neighbors car
When will this end?

O, you poor soul clashed with misfortune

Came in for another forced abortion?

Maybe abusing extortion?

Then, be ready to get another distortion

‘Cause, friend, the flaming of torches I hear in the further distance

Will be the fine greeting of the scourge's gear

Who quietly knock on the door

To take what’s been won with bonfire and stone

And me, you already open to speak?

Well, me, I’m protected with a few more sins

Guarded by fools who only want the same thing

Green and green and green

They’ll do anything for their precious green

And we, the only ones with the dreamed common sense

We hide within the shadows

Though we too started from the shallows

Yet we only care for ourselves

I'm what they call, the Merciless ***

'Cause that's what I get to be

The one, who feast on you while I victimize myself and violate those in need

Maybe that’s what I’m supposed to be right now

To feel that right now

Be that right now

There’s no way to cure this right now

To get right now

See right now

Because when I see you now

I gape at the mellow sound

And I see a future glazed with petals and glasslike goddess

Standing and smiling gracefully from there above the covers
 
Even so, when I close my eyes

It's the same rhymes every night

How you can't come with me

Because of that old farts lies sounding off on the sidelines

Oh, love

The streaks of pain covering your face

Will always be my domain

Will always be my escape

Oh, love

I know your darkest secrets 

I know what you're made of

And I still adore you

Oh, love

Now look at what you've done

You're gonna see that one gone

Then, when he's not in the way, I'll polish you from head to toe

Keeping you locked up 'till dawn

Oh, love

Don't say such ****** things

Know your place, or I assure you, he will bleed

Or would you rather see him lose his feet?

Lungs?

Fingers?

Whatever is on your list, I'll give it a stinger

Oh, love

Ah, look at this

The smell of poison and blood still lingers

In the air where he once was a singer

Oh, love

I think I toyed with you enough

It's time to close that crimson curtain

And say that is done

What a pleasure has it been to serve you

Though, I'm afraid my attention has begun to wither

So now, what I'm about to do, is something that has to be finished  

Even if you beg, threaten, or want a case of mercy

Know that I'll not be the one to give

Because they still call me the Merciless ***

Who'll get you in your sleep

These golden wings carry me high
Though far too brittle they are
Just the lightest tap and they'll shatter

And just like that, I hang in mid air
A momentary pause in time
A respite to reflect on what matters

But what does matter if not my heart
Brittle like those golden wings, now shrapnel
And here I am, broken and battered

And just like that, the moment's gone
The illusion of time, restored
I would never realize what was the matter

Falling, plummeting; writhing in pain
Golden shards of glasslike shrapnel
Shreds, scars, and lascerates

I bleed and bleed, though not a tear shed
I am strong, though not strong enough it seems
May my soul this land consecrate

Terminal velocity, how apropos a phrase
Not terminal for Earth, but for me
My mind, not even these wings could sate

My final seconds are swift, not a single delay
Hitting the ground with force
And those golden shards rain down their hate