So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. {Does that include  a **** and *******?} 28 God blessed them and said to them, “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it.

Good
Lets ****!

I met "God"
and he said he would
answer any question

So I asked him why
he left us
to bleed,
and hurt.

He told me
"I Saw Everything
That I Made
and "Behold, It Was Very Good"

what is the sound
of no thing clapping

the sound
between
the no
and the thing

thats what
the ****
you are

at souls center
the void
a blackish asteroid  

have you felt
its emptiness
fear
this scared witless Cthulhu
crater of the heart

livn the dream huh

I love you
because we
both come
from vaginas

i write from a dark crotch 
of the unthinkable
and hot breath
to crucify and feed
with my **** 
red ink **** pen
inside you
i'm a bathing delirium
chanting 
a bloodletting poem
in sonorous 
vampire hieroglyphics
that boils
and exquisite liqueur
oiled and drunk with her moans
she 
a dropped fruit panting
Barbie ******* 
waiting for a tower of *****
heals over head
a stretched flower
every hole an open mouth
just asking for it
a **** can be sad music
like a shower cap with a dead head
especially in the web of a dream
that leaves your whole body
a hissing *******
 
*****
she she 
poodled up
improbable modernist
on the verge 
of awareness
with a dim eye
drooling for 
scapula's torment
a ghastly sacrifice
beast up her gut
a dire mental construct
a curse of pain
for pleasure
reborn of shadows
yet a banana shimmer's
like a smoldering door ***
her name 
seen 
in the mists of Venus
like a Siren of sparkles
a sprawling tangle
and bright eyes blue
in a molten hold
broken and healed
churning blood red moons
convulsing a *** blizzard
bed of rain

You're a good person
Buttercup
Highly ethical
and irreducibly moral
of course

What you say?
You're secretly 
a ***** *****
in heat

Need it in the ******* and *****
like its a five alarm *** emergency

Want to ****
ten thousand *****
in a single night

You like it best on the rag
and your not letting on
that if you were free
you'd be a relentless ****

You want to ****
and cut off the *****
of the last *******
who left you high and dry
and all the ******* like him

Well its about time
you figured that out

***** ****** is a good thing
**** being socially appropriate
dont take **** any more

You're finally
going to be okay now
You're a good person
Butter cup
Better than ever!
…..
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=carl+jung&&view=detail&mid=19CC0D7663DBC03C91B219CC0D7663DBC03C91B2&&FORM=VDRVRV

people
who believe
in god
have no faith

with the lust
of a 14 year old ***** boy
playing hooky
eyes   blink orbs
riding the bumpy
**** grind yields
a mental representation

her ***

a Coney Island ride
reciprocity of tongue and groove
a big dipper
and a hot dog
in a bun eating contest

i eye the shape of her legs
brahmana of form
**** cake butter scallops
with a prune skin ****
***** dark little sister
going along for the ride
with hidden talents

om shakti om
holy donut with a zit

rubbing myself
a peripatetic command
like I had the junkies itch
in a bearded clam sea
of black nail claws
like musical notes
that tear flesh
hegemony of *** art

make me bleed *****

Tangula The Exotic Shake Dancer
moves infallible hips
and dancing hands like octopi
tickling bloated *****

ta-ting go the finger cymbals

smiling she called pip squeak
colossus of her dreams
flick tongues the meringue
licking the
shimmering tantra pistol

finger up the **** hole
brings a prostate exclamation point
and a throat gag lyric
for a wagon train
of wrap around lips
zooming spit and spray
wet like scungelli

her *******
like cloud cookies
****** my mouth
gasper boy
chokes on
a marshmallow fire

i kiss her feet
and work my way up
the slippery *****
a starved dog
…

the sensual and ****** hunger
of male energy
to feel like he
owns the soul and body
of all that he loves and lusts
to consume and control
in accordance
with his true will
and that
of the willing subjugated

The dark desire
of the feminine
to be owned
and adored
through a sensual
and ****** act
of willing sacrifice

Its not just the love
you are given
but the
poised religiosity
of desire
you create
out of it
that invokes the
potency of loves light
and lusts
diabolical sacred sins

body genre
at a carnal address
sensory and sensuous effects
materiality
digital images
anthropology of desire

she tied a knot around his ****
a wedding band made of licorice shoelaces
for the art of tongue and ****
driving it in her pink throat
back and forth
like a shift stick

flared for the retina
a puzzlement and fascination
haptic screen of fiction

adventure of  being pinned down
an unpremeditated punctum
fucktum sucktum

the stadium of desire
a shop window
banality transcending banality
the literal transformed
into the ******
a ****** smiles red

girl in a suitcase
with a hole to ****
a treasure chest
the leaky boundaries of erotica
sing in
musical blood whistles

I packed her up
limbless and threw
her on the bed
and with tender kisses
of endless
wet permutations
banged
three oozing holes
into finger ponds of oblivion

she taunted   
age play- ageless
***** class
a weird ethnicity
from Timbuktu
racially motivated lust for a
conveyance of
fleshy intensities
way past help

a big **** dips
a tender dimple
like a barnacled whale
in a deep dive

the violence of
a preemptive strike
for everything imaginable
across raw lips
in her cosmos
of swinging hips
and cross bone riddles

oh happy *****
suicide ******
at the computer screen
**** bullets birthday cake
in a River Styx of flames

between the umbilicus of limbo,
and the theater of cruelty
the rational world remains a derelict
void

welcome are hallucinations
abolishing reason
that give meaning
to blood shot
gazing walls
beyond  the limits
of sanity
where madness can not be opposed
in a world
of tug a war aberrations

a lyric breathed voice
shoots through
nerve membranes
while marching
an infantry of
squat shadows
and false memories   
that move like flames 
in a vacant lot
of burning violets

she goes hungry

a snake head
eats its tail
in graves
scattered voice
and speechless tongues

arteries pulse vermillion
naked and wanton
waiting to be pierced
for schitzo's release
in a lyric of dreads desire

a tidal force
lifts a dirigible of hell
in a fountain of blood
while Jesus has a cheeseburger

moonstruck in torn *******
a spreading bride
dissolves hoop-armed
around a formless shadow
hallucinating
her beloved killer
foot stones kiss
….
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=carl+jung&&view=detail&mid=19CC0D7663DBC03C91B219CC0D7663DBC03C91B2&&FORM=VDRVRV

i'm trying to memorize you
all your red and dark parts
and how they moved
and made your hair sway
feeling you as if a brailed page

i'm evil i said
want things

make it sharper
break through
mush my freckles
stalk spit and ash
etch a sketch blood trails
and open the bonus hole

come here carnivore
pork **** me
bone in
ingeniously constructed
Siamese blue
with high cheek bones
that make you look at her ***

the crime scene
two forks, a spoon
some torn photo documentation
and an upload
of a rhapsodic curved ****
and **** gumbo
on Death Addicts
needle of necrophiles

silence breaking silence
on a hook
glazed and trussed
Sally Butter Plump Laughing

she sees through epiphanies eyes
slanting into pain
for dazzling pleasures
that thrill
dread red

its not that I dont want to be understood
it just cramps me to engage in it
like a dog licking your crotch
and zap
your pregnant

a poem can growl or whimper
without naming claiming and over explaining

all you have to know
is there's turbulence in  the rabbit hole
demons in the bed

Satan jumps out of the closet
and Christ it can *******
better than you've ever been ******

who wouldn't like that?

I feel violated
by your ******
maudlin poems

you have no language in you
just a sobbing pathos
in the inferno of morals

ooooh and
you're the stars in my sky
the down in my pillow
the cup in my cake
the sprinkles in my *****

you dont love enough
to say yes to her ******
her spit
her ****
her tears
and the pit of her deep dark ****

to hold her in your arms
to push the blade of feral lust
through her belly
while you *** in her face

and she is not grateful
to be strangled
with her own filth stained *******
adoring the sensual brutality of it
lost in the madness of subjugation
and lecherous carnality

that would take wisdom
neither of you have

well   you're to good too be loved

1.
dream girl
spreads for a caress
and floats one eye swollen
like a moon blasted out of orbit
smearing lipstick
while stroking
through soaked *******
waiting for a blow to the head
that she may fall away
from the thousand voices
that traffic
in asylum mutterings

2.
she pivots
hermetically gripped
spine flexed
and tossed like
a spectral nightgown
of tumbling flames
a happy bride  
at night alone

3.
shaking in a clutch
of lechers   
she pantomimes doom
oiled and ardent
in a hippodrome
of waving walls
moaning against
tremulous mirrors

4.
in a field of staring ghosts
she swings her hips
for a devil mill-wheel
of imagined men
to enslave her
in a shrunken bed
of mottled burlap and thorns

5.
swarming
pendulous tongues
bulged eyed eclipse
her insides
like mosaic temple walls
in a garden harvest
of strangled flowers

6.
she swallows
bulldozer *****
like nights devour suns
lost in a phantasmagoria
of roaring mirth
and foot kissing Caligulas

7.
lust witch adorns
pom pom slippers
bandage wrapped toes
and hard strapped ankles
posturing submission
with widening haunches
spread and eager
for crucifixion

8.
she whispers
sacrifice the ****
and unwind
midnight belly
my love
with slippery lipped beasts
so the gullet
and bowel burst
like drenched Niles

9.
her writhing breaks heavy
in dark crotch vapors
impaled through
mouths hungry layers
to feed graveyard lions
of stone

10.
she cries
radiating rings
in a dazzling leg show
of grace and pain
that seize a tempest
downward dance

11.
from the depths of hell
she calls stuff my mouth
with black mud
until my eyes scream
like boiling fish  
plug the nostrils
and get the broad axe
for a dream come true
headless photo finish
of candy box tears
and stained linen

12.
abuse me
amuse me
love me like you hate me
ill never run

13.
bent low on blood pooled tiles
freaky maiden waits
feral and stretched
for her ritual of death

14.
the garden spreads wide
swing hard

my name written
in her uninhabited stare
beckoning for cockamamie
red summers dark kiss
like concussed
dropped video loops

slippery mouth
flute song
transiting star to star
and bugle horns
of gravity bend light
through her
white bones

velvet kiss
in asylum of sparks
splays queen fatale
with raptur'd eyes
posing in the shape
of a switch blade ******

every slit a shiver
her foot just so
she minds her dance
in a dooms day skirt
flouting a royal
procession of red
while a black rat cupid
rapes my psyche

de thing a fy me
she said
make death risque
like a dead end with a martini
and a ghastly
vermillion mouth

go a head she sneered
take a stab at it

maniac Venus
shakes off her blood
with shimmie shoulders
a honey comb tongue
and a lyrical cadaverous stare

married to a hole

my love
im Dracula moon
a trembling hunger
come to fill the empty
space in my throat
with a small bite
that nips and shudders
putto rose
like a fly buzzing in the blood
a thirsty shadow
of eager tongues
for succulent
brooding areolas

im crepuscular music
each note a puncture
of the miraculous
to hollow you out
with obsessions
of tossing vampiric
blade blossoms
that spin like prayer wheels
of honey and blood
in the ancient temples
of Katmandu

my arms
are getting
to short
to reach
between my legs

please help

a counter culture
redemption through sin
undermining structures of power
love to hurt you so good

bash mashley
**** me like you hate me
your foot in my face
please and thankyou

a gloved hand
a black whip pharmacology
that brightens the patients soul

behave you sick ****
a tyranny over docile bodies

a Judas to the enlightenment
are facts
controlled through mechanisms of duress

a ***** math circus
a war between high minded ignorance
and low minded superstition

technology is idol
lost in *** holes of space
and than the mojo goes missing

id rather pray to *****
shes on her knees head down *** up
i pray  *****
entering the temple

is psychology political

the reality is
the reality is
the reality is

the reality is
broken girls getting off
being broken by men
who love to break them
thera *** ***

In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose
says the enlightenment.
__
But that doesnt make sense either
and I dont know why.

i like ***
like i like air

i hold her luminous face
eating her wilderness soul
elastic suitcase *****

she waits eagerly for the gun
to go off in her mouth
blatting up
***** **** bullets
that turn to puddle
white drops
on her lash fluttering
eyes and glamorous lips

feral lust
a lobotomy
i never wish to forget
in a wordless sermon ******
for a smooth commerce
of entering and leaving

she helps herself
fingerin  pull apart cheeks
opening a back door boulevard
head down
with that irresistible side gaze
that ******* prudes
and make men fall in love

aromatic notes sing
shape a beating heart
paradise of touching allegories
dark meadows
pounced on by
flying **** bombs
and moving red parts
through silk purse corridors
that spin over
prim rose hills

harvest moon
lady garden eating party
summer balloons
and cotton candy hoo hoo
tasting every cooch insight

watching
The Pink Grand Prix Awards
celebrating
Blatino **** Cheeks Cinema
co co curried
plumb tarts
in pearlescent bikini's
that fit  
a curvy wave ***
breaking
for tongue and teeth

may i ******* where you live
deep in your pit
where hell incinerates pride

to be taken
to be used and used up
and burst your crater
where you bleed to be loved
like the jeweled tinder
of a proud ****
with a built in laugh track

i learned early
obscenities are an aphrodisiac
ankles are good handle bars
and lunacy liberates

back door entrance
oil spitty tongue spats
crimps bulges
and weeping squeals
for thunder drum **** beatings
you filthy little *****

oh yes daddy
tear skin from bones
and shove your meat stick  
through my the skull

in the center well
black box of ***
a spectacular organic cream
whipped with a raw yolk
twitch her insides
hot as a desert sun
splitting the afternoon sky
like a searing meteor
boiling blood and ***

enchanted and horrified delight
unveiled in chatterbations, baby talk
and onomatopoeias
without the politics of morality
and pigeonholed ***

we drag out freaky rituals
and tender wounds
across the vestibules of heaven
with scorched hours
of billowed tongues
and open mouth kisses

Aphrodite soufflé
the cracked egg made the mess
ointments veins
and vaginal destinations'
ooz Madonna's indelible swell

and so easy to cleanup
Mars and Venus
slaughtering each other
like retching gladiators

atrocity of lust
at the pimps coliseum
blood **** spit
splooged on  frosty pink
toot toot tootsies

half the ***** in Brooklyn
cant afford to live there anymore.
Its one of the shoplifting capitols
of the world.

the way I grew up
was to see if me and my friends
could stuff
our mouths with egg foo young
and shrimp rolls  
in a little Chinese Restaurant
near the exit door

and than run for our lives
without paying the bill

and thats me
and my dumb ****
glue sniffing friends
letting our Brooklyn out

1961

Making death great again

Snow White
blood red
my liminal
tabloid Venus

anatomy of a nightmare
made her wet   
like a flaming June
of glitter crowns
spanning lighted pageants
and black perfumed candles

she pressed lubricated insertions
teasing open thighs
with ticklish pleated feathers  
and dressed up
to gild a galaxy of red parts
and trembling guts
that moisten *****
like slippery eel conbobulations  

***** blossom
thrilled for derrière calisthenics
yield dark fairytale Upanishads,
of tenderness
and splashing  horror

she fell to her knees
seduced  by the ******* villainess
*** **** demon queen
who kissed her pearl toes
and shapely contoured feet
*******
hot as fire night pyres
face down *** up
at her own imagined funeral

The less you know about me,
the better off we'll both be.
Nevertheless,
I do have a thing for
***** British women,
hot Afro *******
shapely Latinas,
leggy Russians,
***** little Jew girls
Asian **** *****
  Middle Eastern temptresses,
glory-hole *****,
classy escorts,
****** hookers,
loose ******* queens,
giant ***** riders,
******* ******,
******* tramps, cheating
slutwives,
shameless girlfriends,
promiscuous teen harlots,
easy party girls
and tattooed metal/goth/Satanic/witchy chicks.

HUH

morphine chapter and psalm
a goat herders guide to the universe
like a quantum haze
the blood drunk good book
a causal necessity
blabbering mouth piece
of ****** up fairytales
intruding cryptograms
and metric talk

an algorithm
of child ****** priests
a ***** house pope
of whispering voices
the Jesus of Satan
the eye for an eye
and
turn the other cheek
while money is the greatest
story ever told

holy mother
opens her legs
i am birthed in sin
watered in the baptism of heretics
like a panicked oyster
******* pearls
licking her **** shaped moon
in a ritual chamber
of enlightenment

bed of Lucifer
stroking his solar phallus
raising conciousness
like a ******* rocket ship
in the milky way vaginal fluid
of self deification

i am the blood in the yolk
embezzled passed the sanctum of lore
a genocidal ******
and ****** amputee
cross bearing sheep
with nuclear bombs

a Mardi Gras exterior
a death addict
having free will
without a choice
worshipper of bald faced lies
and i believe in Jesus
…..
Old Brethren's Prayer

we are the pure and chosen few
and all the rest are ******
there's room enough
in hell for you
…
"With regards to the immaculate conception
which is more likely
that the form of nature
had been suspended
or that a Jewish girl lied?"

Christopher Hitchens

Truth is too simple for words
before thought gets tangled up in nouns and verbs
there is a wordless sound
a deep breathless sigh
of overwhelming relief
to find the end of fiction
in this ordinary
yet extraordinary moment
when words are recognized
as words
and truth is recognized
as everything else

and i lean into her darkness
weaving a secret web
i am black cherry and roses
to capture you

we talk during a horrible silence
leaving sliced words
like snipped kitty tongues
dripping hex red

then like a renaissance
pandemonium  curls
between
fire hot desire
like bon bon handcuffs
and my beer bottle ****

looking down
it's a zoo of keys

my computer spits out
another ****** poem

quizzical brain
racing fingers
on a key board
with the letters rubbed off

im sick in the mouth
under-taste
from lukewarm
bittier black coffee
thick as stew
like turgid monkey ****

nitrous fumes sift upwards
through cracked floors

from the TV screen shrapnel
the news is leaking blood again
down the dresser drawers
red puddles float slippers
and the cat licks

my poems
always writing me
im their ***** typist slave
terminus
with time off
to be *****
by a savage delta of
misbehaving women
their *****
tonguing my face
for an occasional *******
and *** drifting rainbows
in a crumpled sock

mice died from blue pellets today
their little corpses strewn
on a knotty wooden floor
and the dogs are quiet tonight

Hi
very cute and pretty
mmmmmm
you're so hot
oh yeaha
***
I feel silly;
am I making a fool of my self
eek i just swallowed my bubblegum,
will it work out?
let me call the psychic hotline ,
let me mop up the blood
and hide the yellow crime scene tape
oh gosh
come on in

In a Blue Movie Red
tenderness creaks
in a sea of cracked mirrors

i don't want beauty
but skin and blood
raw meat curtains
her spitting froth
her will to suffer
for a sadist
In bloodshot nights
gagging the root of me
a party mouth surprise

winking meat strawberries
my carnivorous tongue
crawls down on mossy cleft

mommy long legs
heaves wet *******
exposing  a starved vertical smile
drooling runny yolks
for jumping Mexican bean *****

i linger over swathed feet
and slave anklets
while Ave Satanas
play rites of black mass
at death fest
beating earthquake ears
cutting through meridians
of moral code
as the whole world
runs for its life


derelict ***** in a blizzard
has a suicide ******
and jumps out a window in flames
staring agog
her toothpick eyes pimple up
swallowing my face

the snow still shaking
her tongue like kitty bits
hiss a scarlet thread

crimson asphalt and coke white
cascades a shadow
in a blue movie red

Kali
genetic archive
tantric goddess
**** bomb
black ***** blond thing

Atlantean garden
furrows
like the path of smoke
yielding a dark momentum

licking orifice
Luciferic
lamp of faith
between my legs
Witch Bird
my **** the gum she pops

immersion lust of hell
flicker amulets of Arabian knights
evoke venom of the black sun
****** of blood sacrifice
in astral's before creation
B movie cyclops eats girl

a subjective synthesis
walks through
the cloud of unknowing
in a twisted history
gypsy witch
wears the epithet like a mantle
drinking Coca-Cola

Romani belly dancers
twerk the Jambalaya
like acrobats
panting love spells
pumped up on diet pills and candy
like bullets in a ditch

black magick
rose cross and spooks

**** action at a distance
freak-show
eating the colors on her fingers
her **** smells like insanity
drooling a lust riot

demons pogo stick
in hopscotch hell
and we all fall up

hungry mouth
where thighs conjoin
like bells and finger cymbals

coiled spit snake shatters
and i swallow her ***, whole
up though accordion throat
kneeling slave in a smash face footopia

my spine bends
pushing
****** rings
*****'s gate
sublime fem Christ of ***
giving birth to ecstasy
a wreathe of tongues
like a thousand needles of heroine

her god a glistening cyclops
**** of immortality
ball ******* licking burglar
and mine this ****** wet oyster
drool tongue  
stained viper
a slithering felicity

animals devouring animals devouring animals
in a puddle of scarlet wounds
sublime *****
hungry for another ensanguining stab
gut punch puke ****
her ****** a crying torrent
***** trap
of wild hollow eyes
moon struck bomb
a blurred curve of desire
convulse sput patters
lunatic of lust
on the giddy brink
all tears and sweat

i erase myself  
release
for pom pom derrière
throat clutch gag
my tongue unwinds her
and the world drops dead

Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more mischief than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.

More than I, if truth be told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold
While in their veins, like ice and fire,
Fear contended with desire.

perverse anarchies
within the well ordered hierarchies
nightmare cycle of contempt
America trembles

you ate the shut up cakes
now i'm throwing sorry pies

effulgent sun
in the cave golgatha
indifferent to the satanic beast religion
like all things here
the temple shreiks
prayers helpless,
wounded and anguished
liturgies
with idol Christ figurines
​and pie high heavens
for loathing low minded sinners

parishioners expensive burden  
Eucharist and crucifix
a fictional lump of flesh
in a bloodless wafer
abacus of nothing
in the deranged city
religion
  
for gods sake
there is no God there.

Under the advice of legal counsel I declare that the entire content of my filthy disgusting poems about *******, *******, smelly feet, tremulous flesh perspiration, bleeding, crying, screaming **** me to shreds; are for the purposes of bending minds and hearts towards becoming *** addicts, **** fiends, perverts or masturbatory worm gob entertainment ***** and that I do not vouch for the veracity of the content since I'm not in my right mind due to large amounts of amyloid plaque build up in my gerontological decrepitudinous brain that strangely pulsates the mind box sexuality of a disturbed twelve year old boy who likes to watch his teenage sister and her cheer leader pom pom pony tail crew in the shower while playing with himself. I in no way waive any and all of my rights as a free citizen of the world to any individual, group, agency, government or any other entity, and that the use of any content posted by me for any purpose other than personal entertainment, population paste, or creepy oyster droppings, is NOT granted, and furthermore that I reserve the right to hit on all your friends, write poems like scuzzy snake spray, and tell your mother if you're caught reading it or sitting at the computer for hours with a jumbo tube of KY spaffing throat yogurt, protein shakes, bath tub bubbles with bloodshot bulging eyes and saliva drool squiggles down Sally sloppy lips

Signed
Shove it where you love it

Truth titillates the imagination far less than fiction.
Marquis de Sade
....

I'm a lady killer
sending her through the mirror of life
like a kissing syringe
in a ******* blood ritual
with a long waiting list 
of arched glittering masochists
eagerly she presents instruments of dispatch
as she wanders into my mind
like a drugged eyeball
excited to be comforted by death

im making her wait
not meaning to be rude 
stranded momentarily 
with so much filing, faxing, emailing,
and calling in this cathedral
of the taboo
as i play with myself
fascinated by a soap opera suicide

primping ready to lose herself
in dizzying emancipation
from a wrapped throat 
in sparkling battery cables
and a tormented red mouth gasping
tear glazed for the apocalypse of her depraved lust
she caresses boa constrictor extremities
that turn her brain to froth
and lips numb  

stroking her hair
she dampens at the sight
of rust tarnished daggers
and a black fanged skull
enticing swinging hips
and open legs
in the mood to bleed

a tantalizing appetite wetter
****** hors d'oeuvre served up
like a crimson scar through snow
she whispers how wet you make me

a sponge drenched moon
while we have another coffee
and tippy toe leg show
flaunting her nails painted a different color
like xylophone chromes
she *****-ishly fingers 
the inside of her mouth
and between moistened thighs
while i finish the therapy reports
of blow by blow depravities
after watching Dark Corners Crazy ***** Films
she says"Stupid girl. 
The moment the zip tie would tighten around my neck 
i would take my shirt and ******* off 
and go ******* in front of a mirror 
so i can enjoy the final moments" 

i dress her
in a fashionista silver skeleton bra
stained ******* silk stockings 
and the body bag she so lovingly sewed together
between finger *****
as if having already climbed inside

let me know your favorite room
"bathrooms are hot" 
toilet  head first please 
and leave my *** out to be admired
for a state funeral *******

she was enveloped 
a blood stained **** dummy
in reverie
with a vacant grace, and red oozy kisses
for a mob of *****
at the Gates of *****
begging for savage death rites
knowing how pretty her pose
with outstretched toes
on a black palanquin 
she floats on tropical hemic Vaseline 
mesmerized
whispering  do you like me like this 
like that
**** up banana split
with a blood cherry yoni
and a spoon of gruyere
lick butter

look into my peepers
kiss me tenderly
lose control of your
wet viscous
whipping saliva tongue

then perforate the ******
pierce the ****
open the intestine
she quivers
and spreads like Peking duck
ransacking the brain
editing the history
from grave to spirit box
she thundered like the burning bush
cuming raw,
jeweled 
and glowing roses

a not so secret organization
of blowers and blowees
that attend on an annual basis

a church of lust
for those who have
passed the first blush
of wafting perfumed hair
and perfection of form
tuchis
in the breach

for those among us who have
seen the gain of 40 lbs.
and seduced
into hard marriages
that ended in cold shoulder
Christian crotches
like frozen tundra's of dead fish

scholars of life cycles
like blotch Rorschach art prints
and written **** novellas
we who want to live it up
like a bucket list
a **** it list
and **** **** ****
it good fist
passed the myth of the ridiculous
bloodless
school mom morality

gird your *****
and dont talk to boys

who feel life running out
like sand between their fingers

oh god
one last sweet wet mouth
wrapped around
a throbbing goodbye squirt
and those oral angels
who live and love to swallow
with a cherry cheek smile

thank god
for the international ******* society

the church

corporate's
stone palace of rigidity and grief
do Satan's work

wheel house
of
lecherous priests
for crowds of power
algorithm of spiritual disaster
in an industry of lies

wet willie lick strokes
mangina ******
rituals of obedience
by **** angels
for old aeons corpse

the black robe
signifier of deceit and confusion
fits like a gothic tent
on a married daughter
"nice dress honey"

humiliators of genitals
stammer a commerce of servitude
uncertainty
and self doubt
for a vacant god

with out the life force of eroticism
guilt ****
creativity abandoned
and flowers bench press the cross
to failure
in hierarchies of shame

the bejeweled divine
huddle in darkness
pimping hallows
with the pride of the devil
for gold lame fashion and cute décor
paid for by mortified parishioner's
while **** wagging wives of God
preach celibacy