Revisiting.

Reposting a few poems to inspire a friend.

[The Wife Vents]

wrists and ankles bound
with chains and leather
to the sordid ground

teeth clenching on nipples
making udders swell a
mischievous blue

a vinyl mask suffocating
a novice blonde whore
eyes wide - fear

a pin-heel up that alley
between widespread
milky thighs

"How does that feel, cow?
why don't you taste
your own disease.."

kicking harder the pain
becomes unbearable
- swollen flower

tears trickle with confusion
she doesn't know it's
his wife here

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[Eyes of the Storm 1]

autumn subsides to the first frost
          skyscraping mirrors wince now
    as the sun gives them her back
the city's bustle fades to an echo

I can see the caliginous climate
    inhaling souls from peoples mouths
lank & luteous wisps shelter my face
  as your pout warms the tip of my nose

but I find no warmth behind your lashes
        only these obdurate maelstroms
  - or what they call
        the windows to your bitter soul


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[A Date with Mikal]
always a late bloomer
could never catch the dawn
                      so today
    the dawn came to me

walking out to the field
        - in only my tee
dew tingeing my bare feet
        the climate's embrace
  an ethereal breath

the sun playing hide & seek
      though still high noon
              ocherous horizon
basking me with sensuality
  static tickles my flesh
        as my hair billows up
                in prayer

Mikal thrusts the winds
          into a vigorous spiral
eyes closed - still can smell
      the earth's sex
as a finger from the heavens
  descends to probe
          assailingly slow
      then with such friction
making us howl in ecstasy

spreading my arms wide
      Mikal pulls me to him
with a beat of his pterygoid arms
        whispering in my ear
        through a vociferous void

"soar with me today...
        for by the morrow
  you'll wake in a staid bed"



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[Nightclub Christening]

it struck midnight in my head
the waves his belly rippled ceased
as massive speakers took a breather
bringing time to a halt

though the stench of cigarettes
still lingers in my hair today
I entangle it in a wreath of barbs
to rise with him to that platform again

letting the white smoke whisper at our feet
as I crucify my heels with every step
with the music that thunders once more
to a language the lonely speak





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[Gossamer Guild]

much music can be achieved a cappella
simply by gracing a tableau with a wink
or two
or perhaps etching a blank page
                        - with a word softly spoken
  tongue dripping with profundity
                                  & melliferous thoughts

in an aire perfused with temulent perfume
      could you deny your nostrils
                                    their right to victuals?
yet you would the intromitter decapitation
upon raising head at such presence
thus rewriting not scriptures
but the laws of human nature as well

in an attempt to spare you this grief gratis
                        - incessant frolic contained
thus resorting to beauty as it was given
        keeping chaste & firm
adorned with a symbol of my integrity
a woman beyond the womb

but as always you only saw fit
in burning my papers of prolific prose
                                - then stripping me bare
& thrusting me onto a stage affront
                                        to sate a hungry eye
leaving only my hair to covet my shame
                  all in the name of assimilation


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[Generic Voodoo]

nuzzled beneath your arm
      - succumbing to your Axe Voodoo ™
daring to peek at sly slits of steele blue
then trailing off beyond
      - to that lath of warm mahogany
where 4oz of generic promises
            kept silent



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[Etch]

envious pane of pain inflicted
traducing threads woven by wombs
& I had once abnegated the untoward dissension

...but I now mark my recalescent words
        - in a frisson of an etch
suffusing my breath upon the glass; smiling
from outside the prison at your awry reflection



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