can you fuck sticky like a water boar?
chew me like an ’84 rat?

It’s always the year of the cock for
me
   the
sky streaks
leavender dust the
color of the drink you
mixed me before I got
kicked out of the party
and now I’m staring at a
sunrise too ripe
and too pink to
watch alone so
good thing I’m not-
you’re kissing my
mind with the words you spoke
from inside
the lake dances in star snakes
on all sides of
my body- I’m not in it
because I’m busy climbing through your stoned wakedreams
where we can pretend it’s sunset
and do the night
all over again
My nose
is still dripping
your Norco
massages my nerves
and tell
steve
I said,”
Was I an easy fuck
When your kitchen was in flames?
As razors tumbled for your
Head from the balcony where
I was screaming
I’ll jump!
Was I an easy fuck
When your buddy Greg
Got kicked in the nuts
by my platform boot
stabbed by a letter opener (and claimed
It was a knife)
1 O’Clock Male
i’m your 7 O’clock maiden
waving my tongue ring
at the brown line
they don’t see me
another art school girl
got the nose stud
the lake-effect hair
the michigan avenue strut
there’s an empty window
looking at Harrison
it’s 6:30 on a Tuesday
where I found you last year
another art school boy
Dave is 30
but he looks 16
he named my nipples
the Pancakes
the night I played
princess Orgasmo
he talked me into
dancing naked
with him
on film
just a week after I was raped
for the second time
   but he didn’t know that
 suburban tourists
in front of Union Station on
Madison blue jean Blonde
and her abercrombie boy
feed eachother potatoes
boiled in beef fat
from a bag with a big yellow M
it’s real romantic
where they come from
an old black man
says, “I really like the color
of your hair!”
blue jean blonde
looks at me like I should be scared
I say, “Thanks…the color’s called
Crimson Storm”
And then smile
bubbles
Bathing in the visceral
Soaked up your libido
I’m a very absorbant
thief When I’m naked
your tongue is beached
is a drying fish
And I’m the
vaccuum plugged into the sun
dismembered Dionysis
flesh knawed by earth maidens
orgy hidden to
all but the beams of the bull horn moon
a search light for lover cow Zeus
rips the heart and
sews it in the groin
wishing he were Demeter
and now Dinoysis makes
milk,
bread and wine
the sacred rot
we will feast and fuck
and fight because it
was Helen who launched the ships
my sexy philosophy teacher
said

when your mommy’s dead
you can eat cookies in bed
you can play in the street
but if you bump your head
you’ll have to make your own
ice pack fall
is too cold not to
be in love
Julie said
And I’m too pretty to sleep alone
I said
An erotic joy blinks
to me from the golden
petals of a black eyed
susan reaching
over the railroad
tracks with Libra’s
plush fingertips of
synthesis, growth at
it’s gushing climax
the fruit is raining sticky dew
and today
I will pick it
With my tongue
Alone
Beer
On a businessman’s breath
On the 4:39 express
he couldn’t wait an
extra hour
to crack that golden can
but I tell you
if my favorite herb was not a crime
and we could smoke on the train
I’d spark up a joint
pass it to him
and say, “Here, man

this works better!”
Fearless teddybear
strapped to the grill
of a breakless
semi-trailer
the stop-light sky
flashing in your
button eyes
will blink off a rubber track
soon
Take the pumping dicks out of
your ears
you’ll hear the
SCREEEEEEEEEE
 EEEEE
    EEEEE
Of 18 wheels
Of the rusty curtains
lifted by caffiene alone
my eyes
don’t want to see anything but
the inside of my eyelids
forever
A new hymen of dust
I’ve got cobwebs in my cunt
The fatal cravings of bees
Fear and coffee
things that bees will give
September’s final sting
for cake and perfume
a dart of yellow black
at your tye-dye shirt
a kamikaze fly with
a needle on it’s back
sharpening her hypodermic ass
suspended on wings of black lace
the bee will wager life
to indulge her tastes
you smash her with your shoe
empty bug body bombs the windowsill
dries blissful
in the gold hot
beams of martyrdom
There’s a cockatoo
named Money
she’s worth 2 grand
Her feathers are bright pink
tropical
but she lives at the pet shop
too expensive
No one buys her
she tried to eat my nose ring

This is a world where
Kittens get AIDS!

This is nobody’s girlfriend’s bed

The blanket is stainless
cold like
steel, reeks of detergent
the pillows have only
one head dent
sheets creased stiff
like an origami cage
This is nobody’s girlfriend’s bed
She shivers so hard
it breaks her dreams
The bench is broken
where you sat
next to her
and wrote a poem
that zaps electric
through her arteries boils
her lusting plasma
a poem
you wouldn’t let her read
she was turned on by the fact you were writing it
the
cute redhead in the black beret
is chewing her pencils
and dreaming of the hole
in the ass of
your jeans.

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