"Find someone who is proud to have you, scared to lose you, fights for you, appreciates you, respects you, cares for you, and loves you unconditionally"....
But what if they dont turn you on?
…...

"Maybe if I start telling people their brain is an app they'll start using it."

tinker fluff
tinker stinker
mustard slot
*******
***** trumpet
smelly bed bug
***** dust
sausage wallet
dance off pants off
and bare foot too
fluffalina

****
pink pop
wish i was your lover

when i am huddled
in glooms dark corner
there is a human beauty
in being devastated by ****** impulses

Other's, those objects of desire
are like fiends of an uncertain music
that turn the heart into a stammering blush

I sniff the scent of flesh labyrinths and causeways
glitter toes and derrières
pom pom pie and brazen limbs

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
I want to **** them all

everything alive is insatiable
every creature hungry
the bull ***** the cows till it's half dead
but wants another and another

we are a swarm of living things
hands to touch fight and labor
beaks to peck
horns to gore
wings to fly
claws and teeth to tear
with lapping desperate tongues
we are mouths eating wild
panicked for nourishment
engorging
trying desperately to live
feeding on others
as shrieks rise from gazing mists

creatures birthing eggs and babies
as long ***** muzzles tear
in gladded swamps
shifting bones and twisting fat and meat
taking turns as predictor and prey
the more life
the more death
history is built on piled corpses
feeding mother worms and beetles

everything is after you
even your own body
will turn on itself
like a snake that eats it's own tail
our minds rattled
perpetually smoldering
with incoherences

i feel like a *****
without a nice ***
but no worries
nothing ***** us like time

in-spite of it all
when i see you
i am a child in paradise
your smile
a golden apple

you came
you left
and now
i'm bereft
so
write your own ****** poem

***** rot
**** queen hot
pale face and freckles

loves wonder bread
mountain dew
sugar flake
and miracle whip

you'd see me baring gifts
like a can of spam
Hi

there's always a line out her door
blow jobs $14.95

binge
watching
a
sorority
squat

HI

her
mouth
did
the
talking
without
a
word

she:
I am not feeling very talkative tonight
he:
*Oh okay
then shut up.

hope
its
okay
if
i
use
your
mouth
while
you
drool
in
your
sleep

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

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

cooking
ironing
washing
*******
etc.

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

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

i
loVe
thE
wAy
youR
Pork
hoLe
sMells

shove
it
where
u
love
it

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

stick
it
in
ur
juice
box
and
**** it

distorted ***
transmuting into exaggerated realms
of bizarre emotional
and mental surrealisms
heightening to extremes
in ways
that can only be thought of 
by the rational mind
as insane

We Are Not Insane!

this is a religion 
that meditates 
on the fundamental contradiction of existence

we have chosen the pleasures of the taboo 
freedoms dictated
by the most base 
and demonically sensual nature
which remain a powerful 
liberating force 

a contemplation 
mapping our  
experience of shadow desire 
we live this violent contradiction
of excess 
to be free
of reasons agony
giving form to the formless
******* it
moving back and forth
between the centerpiece of life 
and the intersectional void  death 
where most deny
both mortality and the forbidden

we must change completely
or cease to exist

the world we belong to
gives us little to love

existence is limited
to commodities

living in a world
we can not love to death

representing nothing
but an obligation to work

hideous and ill conceived
absent of ecstasy
a world of educated vulgarity
where one profits from
degradation

misunderstanding ecstasy
we are incomplete
where people only exist
to justify themselves
slaves to the universe
neutered and empty

some among us discovered
not god
who represents prohibitions
but a headless monster
with a *******
who ignores all prohibitions

it takes him about ten minutes
after being eaten
to realize he's dead

his meat stick
is so enormous
he can touch ****
from a great distance

women like his intensity
causing them insanity
which never ends
so they strangle themselves
oh what artists they are

terrorizing the earth
with their offspring
noise zombies
promised the absence
of a future
the living thrown in
amongst the  dead
there is no moderation
on earth

we live in holes
that separate
the absence of man
from the absence of god

I'm making progress
I'm making progress
I'm making progress

the terrible laughter
of an idiot
haahaahaa
heeheehee
haahaahaa

get up
go to bed
get up
go to bed
get up
go to bed

we live on a
garbage heap
of corpses
living the reality
of a banal fiction

self-conscious nothings
married to a rock

human erotasisim
essentially submerged
in a grim compulsion
where blood
is more resplendent
in death than in life

cannibal
path of consumption
a contagion of love madness

what does it mean to be human?

analysis of an imaginative animal
out side the structures of power
and their conventions

if you ever figure it out
you'll never look at your eggs
the same way again

*** is evil
taking you to the summit
of death

death strengthens eroticism
and erotasisim
strengthens death

where we are driven to look
yet hate to

*** frenzy ******
joyful illumination of the base
stunningly beautiful
and absolutely horrifying

romantic poetic and despised
this is not poetry
this is witchcraft

she's so hot
I splooged
a Jackson Pollak
in my shorts