holes in my Levis

!

Have I told you today I love you?

I'm merely suggesting...

yay, gossip.

Whore

Let me show you my scars. You look away but

talk behind my back, here, see now....

Your bravado is a sheen, a mask of your

cowardice. Look and see. Do you see the

blood as it trickles down my cheek see

the gore as I lick it off my lip? Don't you

like the truth or is the lie you spread much

more couth? Look now, look and see

sorry pilgrim of myth. Were you fooled by

my ocean eyes, my ruby lips? Tis a shame

as I smote her love with my sinful hips. I smile

with her flesh dripping from my crooked teeth

and I see you flinch and wave the cross by

your flagging, sweaty breast. Your hopeful

woeful sigh for my death will not come as

we pass each other as I quest for truth and

you for death. What a suprise for you as your

golden crown will break spraying your lily

gown with your history of mire, blood, and sweat.

Automatons and Flesh Dominoes

Beauty wealth and brains so much

fodder for the Oprah set, the plugged

in preyed on followers stickerd with

For Sale signs and rent-free garbage

bags. We the Annie cattle on our

way to suburban slaughterhouses.

Here our sightless toneless braying moored

to the tag-lines of perfunctory gags of

the new religion on CNN or the new prophet

smoking undiscovered hash wrapped in

rotten corpse flesh disguised as flowers

from paradise. Love not a heart or emotion

but an impulse from slimy earbuds

connected to death, the neutral spark

meant to keep our lolling eyes from

seeing the shiny blade before it falls.