come here with the jackknife and see what I'm made of
i'm kill candy she said
taffy and blood
a steaming deli
doomed chicken of the sea
doll parts, splayed pomegranates
femurs left in a urinal; wish bones
eviscerations to admire
peaches and cream sprinkles
skin like cold grey soap
barbed wire orgasm's spas
like a toilet flushing
spirographic squiggles
at the museum of modern art
video girl
video girl
video girl
like
butter flies flutter bye
dead movie star dancing
a matinee cyclops
everybody wants a glitter fuck
incandescent candy store
a piece of her to take home in little bite size chunks
in a heart shaped pink box leaking red meat
enshrined crucifix; kosher
an orgy of heretics like me
and maybe like you
god is whatever is in your heart
i pray to modernism
to be saved
by sex death and resurrection
and a bigger dick
impregnation ghoul
like a solar phallic hero
sex heroine
a Bedouin and a Jew sucking each other off
in a New York City
Holiday Inn
while the Kabbalah and Koran read each other
I packed the suit case
with a yellow mucous colored rubber tube, a razor and stockings
I don't know what ill do with it, but ill think of something
God spins death
so why cant you; or are you to good for that
albeit a narrow construction
to carve my fate in such short order
ill get into my short short funeral skirt and girly bobbles
ill go up and down on you like a yoyo
sea Venus foaming clitoris
til you flip me over
a deli sandwich
and cut me in two
splattered ketchup
on the blue plate special; extra mayo
while a huddled sabbath of assholes, extra virgin
groan like Pisgah turned to mulch
indigo shards suicide note
ending in
i don't mind
and precise instructions
please chew slowly while I suck on your teeth
stuck rot
while still kissing you
better bring a napkin and floss
you know I would get hot,
seeing my one way ticket next to your return one
wish we could
kill candy
pastel chew
blood bubblegum
melts in my mouth like quicksand
hissing fruity drops looping
you go down like squid
clawing your way back up half chewed with that hurt look
making wet mud holes blink
dark vapors tear my eyes
you wont need a head stone
your feet will look good sticking out of the ground
with anklets
a fashionista
except upside down
your funeral; a foot kissing ritual
religion; follow dead feet, to paradise
head down ass up
you know; the position of power
your the new aeon
grave stone arches with toe ring twinkles
rectitude striving
hot head buried in dirt
antagonizing worms
because your to hot to chew
like molten core
a zombie vagina
velvet tabernacle
smooth leg art
and pretty pointy toes
ascending
where glitter lights shine
pickle brine
green
in a
Promethean foot fetish ballet
phantasmagorias dark embrace
this is no ordinary love
dialog of paraphilias
