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maggie
the mary go round
a table, built for kings,
where only i sit.
fuck off,
i want maggie
where maggie at?
you go dip her
in the finest god forsaken
booze that you can find,
i want her sedated
and sated in lust.
maggie shines from behind the closed door,
slips in.
cloud chaser advocate, you taste
of sweet rust. i barely struggle
to remember
what your devout humble
trust
felt of.
liquor, liquor
i want to kill her,
be still silent,
i'm gonna kill her.
run away but never
far away enough
can i swim down the delta,
mississippi wander?
is the night watcher going to
turn off his big immaculate television,
go to bed early?
i can stumble around with the best of them,
they
those
who spoke in tongues
and stoned at birth, too drunk
for the rest of their
passage,
so to speak.
maggie said 'yes'.
maggie makes the tiny slits
in my arms
to let all the air escape out.
the vinyl! it scratched
the music skipped and bounded
form here
to there,
put off, messed up
i fumbled and fell
trying to stick that
twenty dollar bill
into her mouth...
that mouth, harlotry incarnate.
pole dancer, firecats
c’mon over here, lil' girl
sit on my lap
i'll be daddy.
traitor,
screams
of the mob,
break it down.
murder,
anger,
cries of disease stricken
hookers.
who here brought beer?
sure could go
down to my
island
right about now.
my maggie creeps down
to the garden
picks some weeping willow
branches
for bed time.
'i can melt
your icicles'
she says.
the whip of weeping willows
detail my back
in her whore-ish
inquisition
do you love me?
fuck off.
here is my heart.
scream, oh yes! i scream
harpy singing,
i cracked the glass sky
i made the sun shy.
i think i felt god
going down on me,
working it.
watch the way she shivers sliding
down a blue film
dream.
and there goes the eyelids, retina
crawling into the shadows
of my head.
i love the sex of death.
the way it floats into a room
un-noticed, and unprepared for
it seems, holy.
'welcome back' charon claims
and shouts, laments.
guides me to elysium,
for two gold cents.
down the delta, swims
maggie.
i follow her
to the other side.
hi mary, why you here? go away.
my butterfly effect
is present here,
the attractor is happy here,
and so is the particle
truce is called, generals
and foot soldiers
drop guns, pick up
joints.
and maggie lies naked
in fields of rose bushes
she dips her fingers
into blood and
licks it off.
i love me maggie
and we fuck until i turn
to sweet rust and i'm all
poisoned and corrupted and i
fucking love it.
mary watches from up above
she is crying.
and i am laughing
as she runs away,
fuck maggie harder.
it is done.
devil man, child of six
he wont even look at me
i am ugly. virtuous
ugly
harness and hold on to
the overman, do anything
i want to, i make morality
there are no rules.
this drug is strong
i've never been on a
holiday like this.
bye, i wont be long.
dependency on feeling violated,
kicks in all the time
it's why i survive
because then, i can get away
with anything.
and only maggie gives me this.
can't move, the roses
cover me, i am faceless yet again
and once more spat out of heaven.
i smashed the table, apparently
punched a mirror
stabbed a man with his own
pen
everyone laughed, except for the minister.
but i can't remember.
maggie baby, you are the greatest
i am filth, fuck you baby
i adore you.
wander off into red lights, police
sirens, beautiful
population. i am tarnishing
salvation.
and mary, she still
goes round that table
built for kings
wishing, and
hoping
i'll swim to her one
of these days.
but i can't be your holy man mary,
cause that's not the way
i'm built.
i must fuck everything up.
to feel good.
