I posted filthy voluptuous poems you should never read
you love starved children of nauseating virtue

always thinking
are they good enough
am I good enough
are they good enough
am I good enough
so goody goody
putting your best foot forward
like empire of the sun
a wanna be picture perfect
of dancer butt love and flexed abs

have you ever seen beauty in a silky nightmare
have you ever seen the monster of deprivation in heavens promise?

we speak of private things
we should never talk about
about veiled women
and their terrible secrets
and about myself who remains no longer a secret to myself

somewhere i went off the track
like a daisy chain saw of honesty
to ensure you knew i was sick
a sick dick with a trick
as if i ate some fucked up hallucinogenic' s
making me spill my obsessions all over you
like some weird perfumed vomit
down a swirling rainbow toilet
that turns out to be only jelly and whipped cream
wrapped in colored ribbons on cellophane tampons

i feel like having sex or going to the toilet in public
while waving my hands up in the air
screaming yahoo i'm free
to blow to kingdom come the temple of normalcy
you know
the church of rose gardens, cemeteries and deprivations
except of course for the sneers, smears
and self loathing vanilla demons
who wear long see through dresses and crosses
like dash board plastic virgins
with bobbing heads
that make hissing sounds about sin

i confess
i'm attracted to the darkest women
strange bitches
and damnit
the stranger the better
who shake their butts
like hoodoo enchanted show girls
doing what they shouldn't do
crying and scrying like cooing moons calling
"drink me like Bloody Mary
daddy cock lollypop"
all inky tats and razorblade ouchies

or
you can join those
covered in white collared black as death habits
begging the invisible cum cake in paradise
waiting for mercy and a little suck
that never comes
stuck in an empty
loveless bar of crucifixes that only serves up theology

oh baby
dirty dreams do come true
pink vagina slits gladly widen their haunches
like puss without boots
not caring if they go to hell
playin
like a joy ride of fiddle fuck sticks
all freaky tongues and tingling licks
thick saliva multi lingual blow jobs
lathering flashing lipped saliva for the squirt
with fiery wet hypodermic kisses
that make screams
like creamed upleaping lava and ash
for a million hungry sexed up twisting tongues
in occult ecstasy
fecundating shrouds of steamy clouds
in stained red black lighted rooms
with cherub crowned sluts

and their drooling snatches buttered anus
eat quivering
like foul mouthed piranhas
crying more raw meat please
while you drag your perfect person visage
into hollow caves of despair
cold and lonely

if you want love
like heated buttery waffles with sweet jam
just give your self away like slutty putty
to lust criminals and ass addicted pervs
until
you feel someone swallow you whole
soul and all
and lick their lips
like your their cherry pie

then look passed your
rats nest of pride and exhaustive approval list
and love them back
like free beer
bang their brains out
be their slave and make them yours
in the mad house of love
of warped shimmering mirrors, straight jackets, and squeezy insertions

and if one day they don't appreciate your imperfect perfection
if they weaponize like critic's
teach them respect
shove it where they breathe
lick your wounds
be brave
throw them in the trash bin of history
and move on, and on, and on

Eros and Venus
take a million forms

look around
you're swimming in a giant bowl of broken hearts
hungry mouths, drenched cunts and hard dicks

you whimpering little beasts
dress to kill
undress to live

its a movable feast!