Night Heat

The mist,

our hostess

for the evening,

sang out burning notes,

thirsty chords

stuck at the back of the throat,

were freed,

found wanting,

to pleasure roam the

highlands and hemispheres

of our staggering psyches,

unimpressed by belfry fears.

Temptress night,

I ache to be opened,

commune in voluptuous fire,

sink deep into sultry waters,

wrap the earth around my hips,

air becomes breath,

sucking it down,

between the cracks

in the ethers and

my shrieking skin.

We healed ourselves,

then raptured each other

up and out of this hell plane,

backwards space and sound,

forward in rhythm,

angels in awe of our

magical bodies,

grinding down the

writhing watchtowers,

crunching through

concrete chessboards,

drenching the beats with

sex and sweat,

ecstasy tears,

wailing sirens,

lifting heated heads

to the moon,

bringing in the dawn

with our howls. 

Living in the Mind of the Alligator

Living in the mind

of the alligator,

I crunched down hard

on strings

that tied me down

to the underworld

as she grinned at me in my sleep,

tossing my brain,

back and forth,

oh so back and forth,

creating harmonies

from my miseries

that had a language

of their own.

My stinging head

lay somber and sober,

and an empathic stare

from a stranger

undressed me in my

well hidden despair,

understanding me more deeply

in that fading instant than

most people who pretend to know me well,

seems these solar flare moments

are occurring with gathering speed,

ticking backwards on a pinwheel.

Shrill screams

shattered windows,

glasses melted down

to their insides,

the mirror was the only ghost

who saw my tears,

heard my haunted moans

from the graveyard

while I danced the Charleston,

swung round and around

by the sly tombstones and trombones

who tried to get me drunk

so I would take them home

to fuck and leave quickly

with the guilt stained to their faces

in the middle of the dawn

who draped itself on our skin

without a whisper

or any explanation.

As the black and blue butterflies

flit to and fro

in front of my hindsight,

the only patterns

that seemed to repeat

were the reaper’s raspy tones

skipping on the phonograph,

and the steam that

enjoyed soaking and clutching

my windows

in the early yawning morning

when I took my youngest brother

to school

so he wouldn’t have

to ride the sticky seated

yellow jacket bus

with its scissor sting occupants,

bumping and smashing

into each other with hormones

and vengeance.

Though I tried to

choke down my insidious pain,

it seeped out of my aching pours

anyway,

not giving a downtrodden damn

or waiting for permission,

alchemy taking tea

with the monsters

I slept with,

watching the people

who I had been there for,

time and again,

wiping their tears away

with my bleeding hands,

they then to leave me all alone in my

retching,

howling,

sorrow,

to hitchhike back home

without even a hint of compassion

on their vacant faces,

just cold stone staring back at me.

So instead of waiting around

for you to be done with your cigarettes,

your lie stained teeth,

your liquored up false promises and

fake adorations,

I wandered away weary by myself,

talking with

the sky spirits,

singing to the tree limbs

in their waking hours,

mouthing words

to the water

flowing down

my temperamental skin,

praying with my face to the earth

in hoping reverence

that grief will leave me be,

even for just a breath,

so I can rise up

with the moonlight

in holy ecstatic pleasure

to forget who I am. 

The Magic and the Mystic Intertwine

Talking barbies

took the bait,

makeup oozing

from drowned pores,

bones and toxins

were all that remained

of the screaming soul

that just wanted

to be “pretty”

in a world where

plastic dolls

are lifted up

as idols,

poisonous mythos

of beauty,

funneled through

our bleeding ears,

taunting us in our sleep,

beating us down

to the asphalt,

chemicals and self-loathing.

Could I waltz

you away through time?

Kicking the empty glasses

and rusty newspapers aside,

tumbling down sultry staircases,

we dance

through the gaping eye

in the candle flame.

We may falter,

for a moment,

swaying too swiftly

in the grass

that softly licks

our ankles

with the dew

from the morning,

my tongue tasting

the energy

passing back and forth

between us

with an audible sigh

from the outdoor furniture. 

You and I

crashed together

like lightning striking earth,

as it zips and splits

through the sky,

thrusts himself deep

into her holy ground,

she moans low and rough,

responds with

shaking and resonating pulses,

her voice vibrating

the air like a fury,

the Magic and the Mystic

growling and grinding

into each other

so that the dawn

could brings us

to wake and rise

maybe one more day,

in the heat of the dawn

and death roaring,

slicing space

like a switchblade

cutting tinsel. 

Candlelight and Asphalt

My nightmares

woke themselves up sick

with sticky alarm clock noises,

windows taken out

of their frameworks,

tiptoe tapping out

their despair

on the hardwood floor,

glass shards stripping

whilst I watched

their sharp edges twisting

in the moonlight streams.

I slumped over in my

queen size bed,

sheets

sweat sex soaked

by some brassy whispered man

who drank screwdrivers

and laughed,

to cover awkward moments and

my eyes staring

through his head

to the back wall of my room,

wondering when all this

silly business

would be over and

he could stumble out,

into the streets,

leave me alone

with my candlelight.

Whether you wanted

to watch or not,

I danced trauma

out the body,

flooding onto the asphalt,

the way music embarks

on a journey down

your insides,

in the heat of the

pulsing lights,

mirror and make-up masks,

ghosts in their taunting sanctuaries,

blood in vials,

singing out its sweet syrup requiem,

calling upon the angels,

wanting to again

tangle and twist

round bones,

thump in veins

that resurrected

ideas of hell of heaven,

depending on the worn out weather,

and the days and the way

waves of ether energy

circuited the brain.

I could feel myself

pushing new waltzing

people away,

putting up fronts

and barriers,

fences so fierce

and foreboding,

because deep under the earth inside me,

I wanted to trust you,

believe that I deserved

love like yours,

but still quivering

in my storms

that raged in me

and the learned path

of wicked brier,

death and abuse,

the past ripping

my pained flesh

away from my

tender skin,

couldn’t turn off the

mayhem and flashbacks,

harsh manipulations,

fucks that made

me nauseous,

rapes of my innocent self,

cascades of

gritty egos and

religious doctrines

forced on me

under the cruel guise

of love and helping me out,

away from my perceived dirty habits.

I didn’t want to be saved

by the nasty likes of you,

licking the wounds

on me,

that you yourself

had inflicted

and then laughed about.

I purged your toxins

out of my system,

all day,

every day,

with a frozen shudder

in hopes that

I can rise above you,

out of the murky marshes,

into the delicate arms of trees,

looking skyward. 

Erotic Exorcism

Chewed through

with gnarling teeth

the strains of capital intake

for the wall street erections,

We, the supernatural ghosts and grand giants,

shaking and quaking

in holy pleasure

and connection to the

collective spirit,

stormed down upon

the idolized dollar

to tousle you awake

from your sleazy sleep

of conformity and comfort-

you hid from the visions of

the abused poor used for

sickening science experiments,

money making for the already

privileged rich bigots,

battered women

tortured swiftly out

of their natural beauty ecstasy,

put in barbed wire wicker baskets and

burned so as to hide

systematic oppressive patriarchies,

the prophetic

deemed pathological,

turned “sick” with

hyperbolized disorders,

quieted and subjugated

by anti-depressants,

choked and stuffed full of pills
to erase any notion

that diverged from mainstream media,

subtly quelling our jouissance

without a sound or shudder in the daytime

though I was woken from my dreams

to hear the screams of the dying

and the innocent betrayed

by the very people who had promised to protect them.

The few grisly lies repeated on our brainwaves,

protecting the top corporations

(now seen as people?

….

what bullshit)

keeping them safe and cozy

in their soaking blood money

that they munch on for breakfast,

our red veined pain

runs down their rosy cheeks

while they snicker

with hand shaking and

back-patting in coroner white-breasted suits,

at the mighty joke on the rest of us that

we let feed our

self-loathing

through the psychotic

television tubes,

breathing heavy

down our backs.

Tricks and trade

drowning out the voice

inside my head that

whispered echoes of

awakenings,

enlightened sex and

erotic understanding

of the puppet factory that is

selling apathy and violence

as means to enrichment.

I touched myself,

ever so delicately at first,

slowly stimulating my curves,

then relaxed into bliss states,

to fucking hard and fast,

fingers soaked,

orgasming out the demons

of the past,

punitive damages deterred

due to “too busy” corporate meetings

in the belly of the underworld,

car crashes on

mountain peaks

without lifelines,

moaning out my

mourning for the

agony I saw scribbled across

your face as you

lost yourself in

self-induced chaos

instead of choosing

kundalini rapture,

angels with wings that

they didn’t seem to

realize they had,

to fly away from

the glorification of drama,

raping our young to sex slavery

and the mechanical porn industry

that taught to take now 

and ask later.

I wouldn’t be the

mouth-taped shut girl anymore,

rocking back and forth

in the mire of your

sickened periphery.

I was not here

to entertain you,

but to take your hand,

along with my heavy heart,

up and out of the quicksand

and drive us home,

away from the aggressive environment

and the toxic consequences of the world

of the “real”

which was really just one of many storylines

to choose from.

Slow down sex eyes,

breathe deep and down to

your pelvic thrusts,

I shall enter you at

the base of the spine,

raise up your back

to your supple neck,

cuddling your broken bones

in my empathy,

soak you in sultry sighs

of intuition,

throbbing energy

under your waking skin,

fitting nice and cozy in your

fancy bloodstream,

riot and raunchy ricochets

to cursive tones,

didactic vibrations

that pulsed to the stars

and back,

sinking deep into

your wounded ground,

lifting you up to the

astral sphere with

delight and coming spirits,

together changing the

polluted earth with our

sensual whispers,

back to the flowering forests

and flowing clear waters,

silky marshes,

radiant unashamed passions,

beaming and blooming forth

to the moon,

erotic exorcism

until every cell in your body

ejects light.