Sultry Scenes of a Suicide Strip Club (or, your uncle touched you and no one gives a f**k)

It lives in miniscule mental places placed reactively in shadowed anarchy

I’m a secret blasphemy

Paradigms shift endlessly

Creating impossible figures of stairways and waves that flow ceaselessly

Emphasis inside lunacy lasted beyond recently

Into eternity

To infinity… and BEYOND possibility

all things possible when filled with God Particles

Remaining neutral as to not make positrons nervous

Pushing molecules to the surface, suffice to say my service is selectively impervious

Selectively earnest,

Lies created by the inhospitable indigenous inhabitants that serve us

Me thinks...

 

I've flown across the universe in verses dispersed in iambic iometry

 

Slumber in the silky way, row through seas of sleeze and flowetry

 

I resolve to repeat all my mistakes and repossess my good riddances

I promise to break my promises that bind my powerless prowess

I’ll protect rapists and rape without protection

I’ll send hell hail via hate mail and freeze the inner sanctum

I’ll sink battleships and take trips to where they torture inner children and close deals with sperm and mummifed tears

I come and go like bad porno

OH NO!

smoky O rings

Painted with eye lashes and orgasmic quivers with arrows aimed by Amazon demi-w****s 

I’ve been inside crayon canyons creating waxy wings with Daedalus from the bones of his beloved b*****d

He reminds me in stressed syllables that

We all grow like gutter flowers in the middle of a f*****g monsoon, bend over, unbreakable, ready for insatiable insertion

Enough hocus pocus the feeble minds would poke us,

Demented doctors of didactic demonology,

Spread seeds of intense imagery and imagine tears of villainy  

But villains are just heroes in black clothes and long lashes

They close the budded rose like virgin suicide notes

Expose your low cut soul inhale the puppet show

 And blow lines of cocosnow and see images of sickly saints within the glow

 

Next on stage are the sages

 

Have your dollars ready and pursue the pretty pages

 

 

Author's Note

Suck ass mutants

Reviews

[OT]

hahaha this is exactly what we needed this new year - a punch in the face, so cheers for that you nutter - too many brilliant lines of course, gotta love "I’m a secret blasphemy" and "But villains are just heroes in black clothes and long lashes
They close the budded rose like virgin suicide notes
Expose your low cut soul inhale the puppet show" - it's also a very clever write, which I'm sure you know... damn you ha - brilliant allusions throughout - all done in true gonzo style - you say it like no other - nice to have you back !

[Michael of Gilead]

Sounds like Secaucus to me ;)

Loving the disgustipation!

[Kerry O'Connor]

And this is how you roll!
Your vision of inner-city, inner-being moral and social decay is unsurpassed, and you have the courage to tell it like it is, which I have always admired about your unstinting writing.
Who could not be impressed with resolutions such as these?

I resolve to repeat all my mistakes and repossess my good riddances
I promise to break my promises that bind my powerless prowess...

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the place you took me in this poem. I roamed a single man for 12 year in the Army. I hit every bad place off any highway I was near. I enjoyed the description and story in the poem. Ending was my favorite.
"But villains are just heroes in black clothes and long lashes"
Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote