Freak Hiss

I freaked my way

through the space

between your heart beats

and the stained sheets that

lay on your dirty floor.

Unnerving I know,

but my supernatural pulse

would not permit me

to stay in these

rundown bones of mine.

Dragonflies lost on the subway,

I never quite felt

the sense of belonging,

rolling my eyes at the sputtering lies

I heard in coughing crusty crowds,

sighing to the tune of my

senses dulling,

dreaming damned,

I hissed inferno and magic

which was misinterpreted

as snake songs and graffiti.

Frowns of forefathers

and sobs of our earthen mothers

in the time that passed silently

backwards,

we habitually settled

for hasty hiking up of skirts,

dungeon detail,

gravel eating,

and the sour tastes

of ghosts in our pained periphery.

I craved instead-

staring holy hallucinations

in the eye,

taking the metaphysical plane

in our dripping mouths,

sex teeth glistening,

laughing at such a ravenous freedom

that could be ours if we so choose it,

birthing luscious melodies

and banging on the furniture

with frenzied fucks,

an eroticism

so intense,

so very deep,

kept me in a constant

state of orgasm

which I learned from the moon,

how to quiet my howling head.

I craved to have your skin

throb and ache

to the rhythms of my own,

feel my bones

wake up in the night and shake

hearing your voice

whispering me back to bed

when I went wailing and walking

in my restless sleep

through the ether tremors,

your subtle stroking

soothing the seizure visions,

soft and sultry,

stealing me away

from thundering nightmares,

lifting my body

up through the dark.

Wrap around me again

and hoist bright lanterns

above my wicked forehead,

illuminating even the creep places in my

screaming skull.

Show me any goddamn reason to give

this sorrow earth

another chance

in the morning

whilst I just

want to lay in bed all day

and drown my memories out

with my molten tears.

Yet as I cringe at the thought of the dawn,

another stifling day

without a hand to hold,

a glorious cold

swept in,

slinking inside me

through the open window,

I moaned

with the pleasure

she brought down,

my brain alive

with predicate possibilities,

sizzling desire

ricocheted through

my bloody veins,

reminding me

hope can always be found,

even in the murk and the mire.

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. 

Body Pulse

To be eaten out,

ravaged and lavished

wicked tongues upon me,

alive again,

if I can recall it correctly,

for a moment’s breath,

close my eyes

with sighs

of awe and mortality,

pressed,

without remorse,

against the carpeted walls

and hardwood floors,

hallowed spaces

of earthen measure.

Your hot

heavy

liquid breaths quicken,

lapping up my juicy innocence,

sucking me free,

taking me home,

well at least harkening me back to my normative

supernatural state,

the sanctuary haven where I belong,

pouring my inhibitions out like

Michigan drizzle in July,

Im soaking down your albatross mouth,

you crave so harsh

and filthy

my dripping pleasure

for you to swallow

like carnal carnivals,

whiskey stings,

buzzing,

pulsing,

erotic vibrations

pound the walls of your skull

within a butterfly within your skull

and back again,

orgasm gasps,

clawing the air with fuck motions

and rolling oceans,

teeth on tits,

drinking me down dirty,

leaving marks

of taste and

time it takes for

me to forget

my brains

demons howling low,

scratching my insides,

and the pain he broke through

on my brittle bones.

But,

I knew

you could

tenderly etch

new patterns,

maybe melodies

of lips to hips,

each curve

entangled with

your hurricane hands,

oh so gently,

for a moment,

if you could

bare to slow

it down a measure,

cut time in

half with

a silver salty spoon,

run tips of fingers

over the arches

of my neck’s horizon,

shoulder lines

that quiver slightly

in delight,

breasts that tremble

at the thought,

the belly

that hungers

deep for thrusts

incarnate,

sex energy all the way up the spine,

to the head and explode,

and back down again,

womb to toes

quaking in the

wake of you,

round me lay and wait,

give and take me

with force then

supple pulses,

mouth brushes my

ear in whispered tones

as I melt toward you

with a moan that oozes out of me

by surprise,

tumbling together forward,

begging hard,

slippery slopes,

caves and poundings,

tight screams,

ride me with thick cocks,

fingers and hands and teeth,

fuck me gentle and smooth and rough and vamp,

between the sunrise,

through the cum and the pain and the

earth,

through the water and moonlight,

the carpenters, the wenches at the doorstep,

mousetraps and beetles and rock bands with

bad publicists,

lanterns and foreshadowing divine.

I want you all in,

all of you between my veins and bones and blood,

fill me up with the beast in you,

then begin again.

Supernatural Moon

Mmmm and ooooh,

today seemed

fucking ravenous,

with winks from

the supernatural moon,

that kind of

fire-breathing

feeling,

deep down in

the belly,

feisty dragons

sitting in our stomachs,

boiling,

getting angsty

and ferociously impatient,

twitching and

skirting round

lampposts,

dark forest trees,

that taught us

everything in

reverent whispers,

between radical

silences and

plastic-tempered dolls

with burning eyes

in prison cells,

glowing red

and wrathful in

sex and

delight.

The desire to

fall head first

into pleasures,

kinky universes,

full of juices,

raging prophetic cunts,

soaking delicious

pussies,

sucking tits,

biting necks and nipples,

fucks with

hard gospel cocks,

first and second

helpings and

surrenders of all

our insecurities,

our self-loathings,

our trust issues

n such,

thank goddesses and

the paranormal excellence

within us.

To moan out

the sorrow,

into the ethers,

together,

as opposed to

the lonely gritty

feeling,

that slit our wrists and

caved us in

on ourselves.

Enough paranoia for now,

please,

strokes instead with

subtle seductions

would fit so nicely now,

snug tight round

my aching hips,

slithering in my

peripheral visions,

tempting me back to

my natural mystic jouissance,

the light

pulsing out of me,

throbbing with

the heat

and the night. 

Moonlight reigns (wrote on 4/15)

Moonlight reigns,

fires in the pit

of the stomach,

frothing teeth,

drenched in heat,

forgiving harshness,

owls winking

with their wisdom,

blurry-eyed

confrontations,

apologies,

secrets with licking tongues,

whispers,

ghosts and their

supernatural

mysticism,

rise in my eyes

to tears,

then laughter.