"shapless" poems
Shapless nips
I can't find a bra that fits
Bony hips
Every thong I wear rips
*** a ***** so big you convex
I like my coffee black and bold
Just like I like my *****
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
Give enough to keep the faith
Love only enough so you remember to hate, the dreamless sleep when your hand found mine
Two broken bodies burning through time;
In a shapless flail of virtue
A breath of innocents still lingers in the air
vacancy,
Simplicity
Nothingness inhabits this empty chest
The place where your heart used to rest
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:51 PM 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