Saturday, December 26, 2009
WHERE LOVERS HIDE
who swam from the center of Eden,
a murderous symbol of nothingness
grappled with somebody's life.
This somebody was a woman,
naked and young and yearning.
Her thighs held the wines of a festival
that the sea otters called in the dawn.
Her breasts were the dreams of an octopus
who danced through the dust of the bay
and who sang of the love of the unarmed girl
who was swimming in from a whale's back.
She had caught a bird of paradise
flying up her dress and cried:
"Don't pin no unborn saviors on me!"
And pregnant with nothing but her own immense desire
she danced a tarantella with the wind
and flew through the night to an island
where the giants rode chihuahuas
and the battles all were ended by the dawn.
It was here she met her lover,
a young ruffian whose kisses were wild cherries
and the tear drops of the moon.
His horns were made of silver
and his claws were silken acrobats
that pranced across her flesh.
Together they explored the oceans,
swam the gentle air,
and immersed themselves in fires
of squirming rose petals
and snakes.
No world was left unturned
and the vast and passionate upsetting
flowered with all the dreams of those
who understood how lovers hide
within true revolutions...
Monday, October 12, 2009
A FLUID BUTTERFLY
a purple star that flitters through the night
upon the feet of porcupines
whose tarantella dance
eclipses both the sun and moon
when the oceans offer daydreams
to children who have sparks for eyes.
I watched this languid creature
spitting horseshoes at the sun
and turned its wings into a mask
that sang in harmonies as varied as
the contours of your face.
Its shape was like the twelfth dimension
of a hair that grew on the ass
of the most beautiful baboon.
And this is how I found the secret
that was dripping from the folds
that hid behind your undulating
earlobe
THE SPACES BETWEEN MORNINGS
They wail like midnight winds chasing alabaster dogs across the sky.
I believe I saw them talking with a wombat made of amber
as the rose of attar danced upon a plate of sweet potatoes.
It was a feast of undiluted wisdom drunk with the symptoms of acute miosis.
SLIPPERY AS A PEACOCK
I went sliding down a mountain
of tears.
I had travelled through the sword fields
and gathered cocktails of ants and sheltered honeycomb.
My mother turned into a statue of cheese
and spritely wombats devoured her
before a collapse could say, "drown me in chocolate!"
A thunderstorm blew its bebop dirge
in celebration of this unsettled earthquake.
And of course, I went dancing in mad masquerades
while a hatter appealed to the stumbling of ice
in a tourniquet made on the moon.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
UNHOLY PRAYERS AND ANTI-SERMONS
The fog of religion
continues to hover
over the earth,
its poisonous fumes
smothering freedom
and pleasure.
How often will we
have to kill god
before this bloody specter
stops haunting our dreams
and turning this world
into a nightmare?
*
I have watched brown vomit dripping
from the mouths of politicians and
putrescent preachers
It blends with the bloody wine
of their divine and patriotic
drunkenness,
toasting to their
sacrifice of someone else’s youth
and joy and life
for those stinking turds
that they call god and country.
*
The windy sails
of a gypsy parasol
dance on the roof of a
mastodon’s tusk.
The ancient finesse
of a poet with switchblades for eyes
and a tongue made of virulent hammers
is smashing through
the shadowy prison bars
of your desiccated
god.
*
Simpering fools
devour their dreams
like a wren in love with a giraffe.
I danced in the volcanic butter
swinging through trees
made of fur
and wandering through the graves
of those gods
that form themselves
from the feces
of earthworms.
*
Wherever the withered
cunt of a nun
deposits its fecal dreams
for the heavenly charade,
an opiated dance
of divine cock
swings withered from the trees
of a preacher’s rotted tongue
and desire finds its way
through a corridor of blood
to kneecap some protestant
pope.
*
“We shall always and gladly be dreamers”
This is the cry
that pierced the vagabond night
of orangutang rebellion
when the collars of priests
were made of hemp
and put an end
to their joyless
braying
when the badges of cops
were switchblades
firmly planted
in their hearts
when the institutions shattered
to the roar of unfettered desire.
*
Eleven dancing bluebirds
paid a visit
to a pope
They vomited
into his mouth
to drown the sacred
sermons
They showered him with
the finest guano
leaving stains upon his robes
which took the sniveling
toadish shapes
of his shit-licking savior
and his bum-fucking
god.
*
Floozy primed
like a grey giraffe
goes running through forests
of priest’s legs
The spreading of cheeks
like feathers on a peacock’s ass
can see into the distance
of time
This is how a crater
volcanic on the moon
went dancing with a god-like
hyena.
*
Suffer the little ones
to vomit on a halo
despising all enforcement
of prayer
The sacred is
a slimy eel
wriggling from the anus of a god
whose favorite pastime
is buggering dead rats.
In his putrid temples
the worshipers leave offerings
of shit..
*
Our father who art
a dismal syphilitic fart
vomit all over your own shoes
Your pathetic cock hangs
limp and festering
caked with the crap
of your own anal mouth
You are the putrid
rat-sucking simpering spook
adored by a billion debrained lice
If it weren’t for you diseased slime
I’d stick my turgid sword up your
crepuscular anus
But no
better to vomit on your
empty pointed head
*
Feckless Jesus,
stupid cuntless dog,
you make me want to spit nails
through your melting skull
flaccid as a putrid rotting slug
your cock slipped off
and crawled through mud
toward your vapid virgin mother’s
rotting vulva
skull crushed like a walnut shell
in the personal desire
for the collapse of mindless vampire fish
that swim up your anus
with switchblades
and slice the putrid slime
off of your syphilitic nose.
*
Sickly spirit of righteousness,
your limp and rotting cock
responds only to the harsh stroke
of the whip.
You whimper now before the fierce upbraiding
of a child who shed the false cloak of innocence
to shit upon your sacred head.
Her laughter is a knife wound through your withered tit,
a deadly poison seeping through your melted brain.
You are the god of breathing corpses,
seething in your own morbid juices.
The echoes of your horrid word
sounds precisely like the music
of an elephant’s fart.
*
Bilious patterns of righteousness
vomit their vile and godly toxins
over utopian dreams
of marmots and rope swings
and feathery caresses
corroding their joy
and transforming the succulent fruits
of a luminous dragon
into the murky sludge
of the holy word.
The joy of explosive possibilities
that dances with serpents of unfettered thought
is drowned in the mire
of dogma and unending judgment.
I hide the glowing sapphire of my dreams
deep within the pocket of my lust-encrusted rags.
It is the sharpening stone for the dagger
that I’ll plant within the heart
of every hateful savior.
*
Crapulent Christ
the demons of your own guilt
bugger your pustulant wounds
taking in such foul infections
that their cocks fall off
like maggots
that writher and wriggle
over your shit-encrusted toes.
The cannibal feasts of your faithful
poison minds
until they melt into
a toxic soup
fed by gloomy reptiles
to the children of the damned
to ensure they never
learn the songs of monkeys
or don the vibrant robes
of ancient birds of paradise
which would transform them
into mighty rebel dreamers
greater than all gods…
*
The baleful eyes of judgment
cast their putrid poisons
out across the world.
The swirling dance
of golden monkeys
pauses for a moment
and the birds of paradise
shudder in their undulating trees
as this pestilent shadow passes overhead.
But upon a thread of iridescent silver
two lovers are embracing
in an intertwining dance
of sweat and passion.
Devouring each other
with an octopoid love
set aflame by their utopian lust,
their fire dispels all judgment,
for these miasmic fumes
that escape from dripping rotted eyes
are nothing but the stink
of god’s putrid, rotted corpse.
*
Wedged within the veils
of a rabid donkey’s dreams
a very green potato
was to sing of all the violence
of god
The marinated song
descended like
a rain of frogs
upon the bloody oceans of
a wounded albatross
Within the quarter hour
a church collapsed
a politician choked on babies’ heads
and a cop melted into peanut rust.
*
Frivolous anteaters
dance through dark dawns
like the bullets that aim
at heads of state
A flashing dark antelope
leaps toward the sky
defending the lovers
whose marmoset eyes
flash lightning
into the abyss
Within the circular
dance of our gods
this is the flame
that destroys all their power.
THE ABYSS OF DREAMS
I dream of encounters
skin touching skin
a fly’s breath and reverie
revelry
subtle wine drunk from the lips
of one who draws me
into her own magic
I have dreamed of dances
naked hilltop leaps toward the stars
gibbering songs of exquisite joy
daring escapades of love and chaos
We howl our fire out into the night
and the stars grow brighter.
*
Someday an armadillo
may crawl through the windmills
of vast oceans of sperm
Then there will be green fountains
spurting through the warm breasts
of a vampire dog
whose grandmother
sped like a horse shoe
through the doors of my own
little fart.
*
While werewolves roamed
the fields of despair
a little man
with a crab for a head
snapped off the nose
of a corporate shill
The resounding effects
of this mermaid-like orgasm
are still found wandering
through the deserts of New Hampshire
where fish have begun to eat pasta
and my grandmother to suck twat.
*
Are the eyeballs of situationists
so round that they fit between
the gears of a historical moment
that rode in on a half polluted marmoset
and shouted out the challenge of a pelican
against the dull façade
of a grey dawn?
*
If I flipped you on your back
amid the flaming dreams of swordfish
dancing for a swift albatross
would you see the vital signs
of a florid coral unicorn
that swept away the flowers
of a rattle snake in heat
whose mother danced a tango
naked with the concubines
of a solemn polar bear?
*
There are dreams that dance
through great disasters
hidden in the wings
of a fruit bat
They wander over crescents
that tattoo the feathers
of a yellow-bellied coot
And they feast upon
the drainage pipes
that twist into the sculptor
of an island made of coconuts
and fur.
*
Remember the gypsy albatross
whose fiddle was made from
the thin hair of a titmouse
and strung with the wings of
a rabid dog
From its mouse-shaped body
he caressed the most feral melodies
dancing apple trees
that coupled with the dusty desert wind
and fell like an old tomato
on the lawn.
*
There were dreams in my suitcase
when I came into your town
There were ocelots and rare snakes
made from strange perfumes
that I had gathered from the wildflowers
of a tropical Siberia
These treasures were my labor
and my play
And yet this did not stop you
from declaring them a menace
and demanding that I turn them into
tokens for your subway
that carries only rancid milk
and the suffering sheep
that you have fleeced
But my dreams have exploded
into tigers of wrath
and dragons spitting poison
through the nightmares
of your wretched
public safety.
*
Poetic endeavors flash like lightning
across the midnight sky
or swing through treetops
like a gibbon in heat
seeking a fruit made of teardrops
While a million stars flicker
in their deranged eyes
a thousand dancing girls
swirl into the abyss
singing aleatory arias
of solitude and dreams
This is the sign we’ve been waiting for
the reason to run through the markets
laughing like great apes.
*
In the stark light
of a burning cop car
my faint silhouette
takes the form of an icicle
hanging in fine resolution
from the nose of a drunken
orangutang
The fine cold fire
of my passion
seethes like a dagger burning
in the heart of a politician.
*
It was the theft of the spiraling dancer
who leapt with chimpanzees through jungles of snow
that led me to howl with the dolphin’s strange glee
as I grasped unhinged legs
that scampered with antelope fury
through the head of a pagan leaf-muncher.
*
I race like a chipmunk
through saturnalian dreams
devouring black pineapples
in the screaming heart of a hurricane.
I gathered the afternoon daisy crop
and pressed it between telescopes
that focused on a galaxy
deliriously dancing
as my mother played trombone
in my bathtub.
*
I run like a peacock
over rabid plains
where the howls of icicles
pierce the starry sky.
Here I have seen eyes
with kaleidoscopic fangs
that chew the hearts
out of dinosaur eggs.
Where myths explode
such monsters have their dance
and howling laughter pierces through the winds.
NO MONKEYS ARE SOLDIERS, ALL MONKEYS ARE MISCHIEVOUS
Abandoned to the unicorn of pleasure
whose gilded hoof is a chipmunk
saturated with the almonds of disgust
I begged to penetrate the anisette fortress
which dances like a pendulum
within your cunt.
I lick it with a tongue of cabbage fish sauce.
*
Stickers of silver
embrace the piercing scream
of a maiden intoxicated
by the magic files of apes
that grew within
the solemn rapture
of a single night.
The feast of vibrant elephants
emasculates her unborn child
and shoots a scone of rapids
towards the moon.
*
Green
cock jelly spews
like a lustful antelope
pursuing the spreading legs
of a concord concubine
Her breasts demanded
satisfaction
from a shaved orangutang
and her flaccid star-fish vulva
claimed an orgasm of ivory
from an octopus
erect among the rosebuds.
*
Violent, dark and bloody cabbage,
I have kicked in the door
of your xylophone teeth.
With the ichor of green walruses
you have tried to make me swim
through a mountain of sharpened
apple teeth
and I have vomited into the depth
of your cunt.
*
Watery and strange
like the vivid limp
of an arthropod
you go dancing through the tops
of falling trees
Wasted on the death cries
of an albatross from Sicily
you ran naked
through the streets
of templed Africa,
a single feather flapping
in your mouth.
*
Hybrid heroics
jump a fence inside your mind
which a turgid monkey flaps about
for the silver breasts to see.
I stroke their innocent nipples
and suck on the corn
of an elephant’s dream
while waltzing over labia
of shattered, microbe landscapes.
*
Strumming gypsy melodies
as chipmunks dance
we scurry toward the vampires
on the moon.
So many bloody cunts
have painted apple trees
upon its drunken face
and strummed clitoral symphonies
for the purple squids
who dance there.
*
Syphilitic digestion
eats the widowed cunts
of half-crazed octopi
The vibrant arrow
of synthetic infection
dances like a treetop
full of bumblebees
And a rider
on the overcoats of reason
takes out his whip
and howls
in the effervescent dawn.
*
Go sweet fighters
smother all the flying fish
that dance across the waves
in the dawn
Throughout the vapid day
a purple-coated jaguar
will sing the canticles
of a dullard peanut
and squeeze the green petunia
out his indecisive ass
This will herald the coming
of a flea.
*
A cold morning taps out
its morse code of death
and chimpanzees play catch
with a presidents skull
The dark dreams of utopia
linger in slithering jungles
where snakes paint
a glittering brilliance
of dawn with their scales
The succulence of
such meandering dances
is the brilliance of the twilight
of the gods.
*
Slammed in the dark jaws
of a rabid baboon
you go dancing
down feathered abysses
An abscess of time
spins endlessly
through the eye
of a limpid chimpanzee
He sees in the dawn
a nude woman
spread out like the hair
on a dancing orangutang.
*
The labial spread
of a donkey’s ear
erupts like the dreams
of Vesuvius
A concubine tainted
with the purple blood of sapphires
spreads her eyes
over drifting horizons
A caravan here
paints the colors
of baboons
across a most
mountainous sunset.
*
The graphic roars of robots
eat the feral meanderings
of a poor man’s rebel thoughts
The chimpanzees of desire
wind their sheltering vines
around the limits
of a cybernetic slut
Within the cracks
a dream erupts
exploding through the roars
The robots have melted
into tissues.
*
When your teeth
chatter in the wind
rest assured that
a wave of mercury
is passing like a velvet monkey
in the night
*
Once I dreamed of
solemn nudity
slowly trickling through
the heat between your thighs
into a basket
of sweet purple fruit.
*
So we sailed along
a beam of lightning
where a black cat danced
with the bridegroom of a mole
and the festivals of elephants
were ready to begin
when the guided missal
slammed its pages
in a sea of gin
and my flaccid oceans rose
like the green hair
of a porcupine.
*
Do you remember
the night the moon had the pox
and our daydreams were drowned
in the pus of her sores?
Where could we run
as these stinking drops
rained down like dead apes
on our only utopia?
*
It was solemn but hardly the end
when the teeth of an alligator
clamped like a golden thistles
upon the throat
of a corrupted earthworm
The winter storms had
passed them by
and I ran like a monkey
in circling tornadoes
or sperm.
*
Ground to the finest powder
in the gears of a hermaphrodite’s desire
I found myself screaming
with a rooster’s voice
through the vixen teeth
of my vagina
I bit like that revolutionary monkey
who danced ‘til the purple moon
fell into your blue sea.
*
With laughter’s ladder I climbed
into a sunken green chasm
with the arms of a lover
who had monkey’s feet.
She came through
a rainbow trout’s
ventilated twat
and surveyed the dark kingdom
of marinated porcupines
with Sisyphus’ clit.