"scummed" poems
my eyes
tongues of desire
a soft gauze
upon drenched red silk
stigmata
a river of marrow
flower of blood
creel of moist honey
hold not yourself apart
I kiss your wound
bell moon
crescent ravine, dark tears
like a spay of stars
arched spine
your raised ****
like scrambled eggs
curves to the heavens
a steep canyon aching
weeps blue darkness
legs wide in souls shadowed grove
tattooed pistols and knives
pierced by my autograph
for every letter, scimitars plunge
jeweled ******** ringed
sweet tarnished petal
gashed mouth; flower de luce
memories that burn
blotted like an eye in ink
to fly winged *******
your face
hieroglyphic of weird
crimson smear; cackle
with feet below hell
wanting to live
like fire in the sky
hot witch riding a broom handle *****
scummed mouth
the world soul destroyed paradise
and your form
hideous kisses
falling red ribbons
i am puddled;
a runny yolk
shameless for your open hollows
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
he came down out of the mountains
came down out of the deity halls
of the mighty rocky mountains
riding a pale horse
with a gun in his hand
young to the eye
but his truth is miles of darkness
that few souls would dare
he came into the ***** town
and stepped into the waterin hole
with a wary eye
the crowd there was too involved in the
young ***** on the stage
in her various stages of undress
in the various stages of her futile demise
they are all dying down here in the flatland's
some kind souls try and stem the tide
but most just seek to sate thirsts before
they go to the valley of death below
he waited for the songs all to fade away
he waited for the hungry crowd to seek another meal
and then he came to her
then he walked into her narrow visions
he knew she would come
knew she had nothing left here
but the empty valley of death below
he tossed the barman
thirty pieces of silver
and romanced the petals
of her minds soft flower
soft so kind and convincing
to her unwilling ear
she finally could no longer resist
she scummed to the fever
and he picked her up
carried her to his steed
rode slowly out of town
not a soul saw him
not a soul cared
on up into the mighty rockies
he rode with her still form in his arms
into the bitter cold
and long night
an outlaw
of the highest order
one who has thieved from the kingdom below
down in the valley of death below
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 6:15 AM UTC
Feet (Pisces) and death (Pluto) remain central to in born necro romantic impulses at the point of birth for certain souls.
Pisces rules the feet and it is classically speaking placed in the 12th house of loss isolation, slavery and spirit.
prepare for death
arms wide like a big hug
bend down low
a spreading wide ritual of slow submission
to better beg with kisses grotesque
as her jaw juts upwards
glassy eyed pupils posses me
i kiss the curving bottoms
of her tender feet
and lovely beaten skin
wrapped in cotton gauze
to sop the blood
shed like rip tides
puncturing just to
watch the trembling
scream my love
like charred dolls
in ribbon red molasses
how tender and desperate
as hemic tears
fall like prayers down
pink tremulous arches
i break you my darling
gashed pierced and scummed
with a vice of knives and strangling wire
till you give way
marrow and brick
my brave girl
in swaddled jack knife stockings
sacrificed
to the shapless groves
in a garland of lust
insane for the destination
of glistening cocked Pharos
her lust
a moon struck gush
in a wind of spinning
fog and blood
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel so sick to my stomach,
The little girl you thought didn’t understand what you were doing,
Wilting red roses on your wall that you hung for years,
Shimmering dark blue dresses in your closet,
Ones you danced in,
A stranger bought,
You said mommy sleeps separately,
He just a friend,
The liar who hides,
There’s a fraud in your phone,
When he left you,
You scummed to your hidden cave of things you couldn’t let go of,
Piles of trash, clothes and dishes
Unwashed hair,
A little girl plays alone in her room,
The sound of weeping from your abyss,
But that didn’t stop you,
I’m nearly 2 decades older,
Yet I still have to keep mommies secrets...
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC