She steps up to me
a knight aglow in full regalia
armed to her jagged teeth in naked skin
fly the colors
blush
rose
scarlet
pink
wet
call for war
desperate hungry trumpets cry like wounded lions
rend the curtain
part the crowded masses on hands on knees I push my way within
to touch with withered long fingers broken and scaled
the edge of her golden hem
from the temple she can hear shouting
from the dirt she can hear moaning
so led by her long pale legs and sharp bones she steps within
brass knuckles
haymakers
blood
blood??
you thought blood would frighten her?
she IS blood
red and sinew and warm and as strong as iron
too late for the tax collectors
too late for the sinners
with slick lips and wet eyes she swallows them all
tongues them
bites softly with her jagged teeth
32 red brands bring blood bruises to my slithering lizard skin
snakes dance on her head
two-step and a zydeco half-step
I repent
cast aside my pearls
wrapped in my grandmother's rosary like a beaded cock ring
recite a Hail Mary
blessed blue queen of blue balls
and the One holy invisible semen swimmer
deliver the news, Gabriella
prep the long-eared ass
let's chill in a hidden heaven high up in the east
light a fat roll of the grass which is greener on the other side
and get blazed, my right hand dawgs
I digress
I repent
kneel on rice
recite Charles Bukowski
"...when He created you lying in bed
He knew what he was doing..."
he did indeed
they did indeed
they know what it's like to obsess over the shape of a woman asleep
in your shitty twin bed sheets
they know what it's like to fuck in the desert
to argue like broken birds
cum and say I'm sorry it's over now it's forgiven now
I don't even remember what we were arguing about
a trillion stars reflected in the opalescent jizz on your stomach
and some of them galaxies even
some with star systems spinning like melted whipped cream in a mocha grande
some with suns just hot enough
just far enough away
to make planets where fish become people
so some fall in love
and some screw everything up
some know happy times
and some are forever lonely
all of them most certainly know pain
and in their own empty desert
in the back of one of their own dusty pick-up trucks
two of them lie next to one another
naked and quiet
sharing an existence
sharing love (or something)
watching their own view of the trillion stars above
up there where
somewhere
you and I are
but in all the worlds
and in all the worlds to come
we fuck
we rage
we hurt one another spectacularly
we all of us recite Bukowski
"...the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory
moving this little bit of light toward
us
impossibly".
TA
a knight aglow in full regalia
armed to her jagged teeth in naked skin
fly the colors
blush
rose
scarlet
pink
wet
call for war
desperate hungry trumpets cry like wounded lions
rend the curtain
part the crowded masses on hands on knees I push my way within
to touch with withered long fingers broken and scaled
the edge of her golden hem
from the temple she can hear shouting
from the dirt she can hear moaning
so led by her long pale legs and sharp bones she steps within
brass knuckles
haymakers
blood
blood??
you thought blood would frighten her?
she IS blood
red and sinew and warm and as strong as iron
too late for the tax collectors
too late for the sinners
with slick lips and wet eyes she swallows them all
tongues them
bites softly with her jagged teeth
32 red brands bring blood bruises to my slithering lizard skin
snakes dance on her head
two-step and a zydeco half-step
I repent
cast aside my pearls
wrapped in my grandmother's rosary like a beaded cock ring
recite a Hail Mary
blessed blue queen of blue balls
and the One holy invisible semen swimmer
deliver the news, Gabriella
prep the long-eared ass
let's chill in a hidden heaven high up in the east
light a fat roll of the grass which is greener on the other side
and get blazed, my right hand dawgs
I digress
I repent
kneel on rice
recite Charles Bukowski
"...when He created you lying in bed
He knew what he was doing..."
he did indeed
they did indeed
they know what it's like to obsess over the shape of a woman asleep
in your shitty twin bed sheets
they know what it's like to fuck in the desert
to argue like broken birds
cum and say I'm sorry it's over now it's forgiven now
I don't even remember what we were arguing about
a trillion stars reflected in the opalescent jizz on your stomach
and some of them galaxies even
some with star systems spinning like melted whipped cream in a mocha grande
some with suns just hot enough
just far enough away
to make planets where fish become people
so some fall in love
and some screw everything up
some know happy times
and some are forever lonely
all of them most certainly know pain
and in their own empty desert
in the back of one of their own dusty pick-up trucks
two of them lie next to one another
naked and quiet
sharing an existence
sharing love (or something)
watching their own view of the trillion stars above
up there where
somewhere
you and I are
but in all the worlds
and in all the worlds to come
we fuck
we rage
we hurt one another spectacularly
we all of us recite Bukowski
"...the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory
moving this little bit of light toward
us
impossibly".
TA
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