Do the Undead dream? the need to be touched with hardness and frequency is subterranean- feral, running both hot and cold in me, seeking neither the wild nor the tame but the merger of those places when they met; Primal- as movement in the dust-devil Jinn who took me quickly from child to Whore, (like […]
a postscript forecast: freezing Snow mixed with a wayward Spirit your Winter ghost stole into the foothills with last night’s West born flurry,blowing against the window and door sill, slipping in with a feral cat, taming himself for canned wet food what is it that calls you back for visits? surely, you are not hungry […]
North Central Texas when I hear that word, (((Texas))) whispered in fear or used as a motto for the love of freedom the love of hate or revolution and exclusion, my reaction is seldom different- Texas-time thinking evokes: broad-leafed, up-north humidity Catfish as long as my arm perfect Springrolls and dark skin on sheets of […]
the priest is a wet nurse anointed breasts dribble milk gone to gall so dark, so bitter, so impervious to scrutiny or correction scribes, known to have ghost-written for god, bartered their foreskins and the tongues of mothers raped by angels in sweet demon’s guise for it’s use to bind eyes and tongue sky and […]
the new world order: the earth and stars take what they need to survive- you do not matter There is no blue skinned squirting goddess Cunt to bless me anointed and invited into yesterday’s cave no uncut, canker sore prophet Cock offering a semen baptism or knee bound mass to feed my soul or my […]
vampiric toilette in the new world order can’t you smell it? sort of like a recently dug up grave mixed with chocolate overtones airborne aroma of gutted cadavers and the smell retardant yet to be pumped in- Everclear for ghosts and a light bouquet of Seville oranges as fresh as a Shakespeare set these […]
Outlier this lifestyle has not been to far from yours; no different meaning, lessor exchange of words, colors, intentions and yet…………….I am at some variant of a social experiment, an error of design………………an aforementioned intent (pesky as a gopher holing turd) eventually excluded from the set though their trying,……………….prying and spiritual betrayal did little to […]
the church of the splendoriforous what ever is to be will be regardless of spanish, italian, or english translation doris day or that bad Brit film director, but because- it has to be that is all there is to any god, (or science) the divine spark- from beneath a rock or within the spilt wood- […]
snacking on the dead my mother died 9 days before I was born, hospital records indicate she held me in with the sheer force of will for 45 days after her due date, being selfish and self-centered, unwilling to give up anything she felt might eventually turn a profit I was told the birth was […]
recipes from the last chutney girl I buried your khal and sil near the waterfall we partied at every spring for awhile along with some fenugreek, cumin and nutmeg stored in 1930’s glass jars, hermetically sealed- the agua blue Ball Masons you loved so much Coriander and Tomato with Green Chili and Ripe Gourd even during […]
truthful verses for a false holiday reflections on rules to form a more perfect corporate union I dislike this holiday so… what a lie it is Sun, Jul 4, 2010 at 10:16 PMDeclaration of Subservience: Preamble the world as we once knew it is changing; I can feel it in the 1’s and 0’s which make […]
2010/5/26 Audrey Ross <audreymross@msn.com> we all know who we are -or- ‘dising the hood for profit and glory David knew David knew the truth about himself looking in a bronze mirror looking in a bronze mirror which his boyfriend held which his boyfriend held which his boyfriend held in the closet of their father’s in […]
it’s too late, baby, baby to save a whale, an empty soda can a dollar, a raped Darfur ten year old, democracy, virginity any jungle you can name temperate old growth forests (we need fluffier TP), the angel of our better selves or the memory of what was and what never was we are the […]
nature lover i finger fucked the basil this morning and immediately thought of my missing Mistress. Licking it’s pollen from my finger, afterward, remembering the taste of Her cum (wet as Goddess nectar, sweeter than breath) wishing She was sighted, dawn-gone-to-dusk, along the garden’s wild-side border and was as easily Served, Revered and cared for
I Have All the Fucking Time Of the Universe, Asshole or- win or lose, I’ll be back again Until Christ climbs off his bi-polar cross, I am your enemy. Remove the falsified nails and vaginal slashed lies in your cut God ribs or I will remain your enemy for all time, stand by studio of […]
Next Time -or- Tranny Sex with a Strap On Girl Upon a sleepless bed we wrestled with boyness and girlness, the panorama, the ecstacy, the pain of resurrection: angular- fluid… re-creation. Upon sleepless roads we traveled looking jaggedly over histories humped shoulder; The wiggle, the walk, the cut tongue talk. Oh, so sorry, […]
Dramatis Personae Angel Vishnu Joan of Arc Voice of Sophia voice of God Eli and his two sons Saul young and old Samuel old and young Joel and Abiah, sons of Samuel Non-Hebrew kings, Priestesses, Priests, and generals Jonathon Michal – Jonathon’s sister David Jesse, David’s father Elias – David’s older brother Goliath citizens of […]
postpartum gleanings: an act of three parts becoming nothing part ? for those violated but left alive there are no birth records to claim, wave, exclaim, this is me, aren’t my footprints cute? There is no self-realization before this Time she birthed herself- skyclad, word pressed, as Goddesses are want to do Nammu Ianna Asherath […]
a doomed delirium of wild-ass aliveness; such chance to dance these steps, since Daddy Big Bang laid down those first tracks, as many as the stars which were and those which will be, Dark as a dream, as blue as a Lover. throughout this place, too few hear any Dance songs- from toddler steps_____crawling from […]
How long will you be here ghost? Leave the young ones alone, they miss the body you inhabited, your acid words and softened touch. Will you talk throaty and hoarse through all time? Or what we have left? Can you answer? I think not, besides, “Who cares”, says you, finally at rest. Hang here, in […]
I raise a glass to wild tapping poets, tongue tied visionaries, cross-country political purists looking for the good stuff, addicted to the story of childhood nations good and true and brave, with all Deities on their side
I like shaking my tits; she’s watching me dance, shimmy the world away. There’s freedom, on the dance floors, in America these days. Lost in the rhythm between the beats, there’s easy smiles and sloppy desires as we’re emptied out, staggering, upon more equal streets I’ll let you tattoo this Chronic heart, while my wordy […]
I do want not a love beginning where I or she left off. I want to explore new horizons, not abandoned moorings.
We wait, ruined eyed, for too long starring at suns falsified by dogma. We wait, faith rendered, in softened servitude and a force fed twilight. We wait, souls questioned, by incense ghosts and ephemera tonnage. We wait, slip tongued, childish cataracts lip-syncing ancient universal parity.