MOTECUHZOMA
            If, past this moment, you persist in lies,
            Know I shall bury you beneath my halls,
            Pull down your house till sludge seeps through the planks,
            And wipe your family name from off the earth,
            Yea, to the unborn fragments in the womb.
            Now, wouldn’t you recant this little fib?

FISHERMAN
            Forgive me lord, but what I tell is truth.

TLACAELEL
            Most like it is.

MOTECUHZOMA             Then know, you brave, bold slave,
            These spectral archipelagos you saw,
            Were giantlike canoes, with alien crew.
                                        He gestures to a servant, who produces a trunk.
            One year ago, the waves cast up this trunk
            Of jewels, foreign frocks, and silver swords:
            Most like, the precious jetsam of this launch.

FISHERMAN
            May my aviso aid your eminence.

MOTECUHZOMA
            One see him nobly boarded in our suites.
                                                                  Exit Servant with the Fisherman.

                                       Enter a Majordomo.
                    
TLACAELEL
            Well, watch, where are your hocus-pocus wards?

MAJORDOMO          My lord, command that I be cut to pieces or whatever you wish, for you should know that when I reached the cell, there was no one there. I had my best sentries there, trustworthy men I’ve known for years, but none of them heard the sorcerers escape.

TLACAELEL
            Then how, pray tell me, have they flown the coop?

MAJORDOMO
            Perhaps they flapped away.

TLACAELEL                                       What, gallows-meat?
          
MAJORDOMO        They can sprinkle themselves with fern-spores, and
shimmer into invisibility.

TLACAELEL
            Buzz, buzz! These twice-told tales upend my trust.
            Rope’s end-

MOTECUHZOMA          No. Suffer him.

TLACAELEL                                             As you see fit.

MOTECUHZOMA
            Some say such wizards take wing every night,
            And soar unto the fringes of the earth.

TLACAELEL
            His majesty’s broad magnanimity
            Has spared you this time, turnkey, but repair.
            Not all wards will be such skilled hide-and-seeks.

MOTECUHZOMA
            Now: Torch the hovels of their families,
            And witness if those new lighthouses’ beacons
            Will call their wandering rooks home to re-roost.
                                                                                     Exit Majordomo.
TLACAELEL
            And what of these vast dugouts?

MOTECUHZOMA                                        Time will tell.
            Our steward Teuhtlilli eastward creeps,
            To see what tricks are offered from the deeps.             *They exit.

Shimmering scales shed by snakes
break beneath the weight of our passion
Light out
Thrown down on the bed
move like waves and quench like fountains
of refulgence and lips of red brushed satin
Skin
slick with sweat
smooth shaved
and shiny in the moonlight
Light on
Wet
Gliding in like kites in autumn
hips pivot press and penetrate
deep all shards of infernal ardor
Teeth connect
Castanets click cold
questing flesh begets
all forms of tantra
Unending rhythmic impacts
torn sheets and groping hands
erupt into the majordomo's garden
fluid exchanged again and again
orifices sleek with lingering
tingling and pressed tips
Inhale exhale
shared breath unfurled
in gleaming gusts of lust
stars collapse internal flames
burst as the humming quiver releases
Light off
light on
lights all.

By: Cedric McClester

Has it become the new norm?
This kick the puppies platform
As we observe him barnstorm
Which he’s raised to an art form
While certain folk relate
To his message of hate
Perhaps I need to state
It’s crushed by its own weight

While also kicking puppies
He’s fishing for the guppies
And not attracting yuppies
Let alone any buppies
But he content to be
Their majordomo
Don’t cha see
That his base will agree

What puppies signify
Are the people who will die
Unless we rise-up, no lie
And not reelect that guy
Because we entertain that fool
We’re open to worldwide ridicule
‘Cuz he’s broken every rule
And he's a Russian tool

























Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.

Com'on, how will you feel
if you know the only privileges  
you have comes from being an underlings
its not like your ancestors left you half of Park Lane
and you have silver cutlery and maids and servants to call
Yes
my
friend
you will be full of resentments and hate
you will sit before a Pc on a lovely day
everyday actually and spill your guts out
Its par for the course, oh...how the hate burn
ok
ok
let off steam, scream it all out on paper
just don't go killing your parents
there's no family silver or Land deeds
so please don't go down that desperate route
Sit calmly and know knowledge is power
even useless ***-bits can come in handy
so get trolling, let that hate spill out of you
keeping it in will only bring on your cancer quicker
self-loathing and envy, jealousy all negative energy
****
And don't think about your little problem below
just concentrate on opposing and trolling duties for now
Fancy galvanizing about in comfort
not having to work and sweat and be an underling
oh! its too much, the cheek of it all
Bet these ******* are laughing at us
hahaha.....hahaha....

Anybody seen my silver spoon
Somebody there....call me my MajorDomo
Say, where's my silver spoon, I want my silver spoon NOW!