Prick || Oedipal Imbroylio || Isolation || Pretend(erness)

Prick



..................Janus-faced bail-mate by the curb
..................waits on amber for me
.............................needs a guide and confessor
.............................as I scrabble for the last
.............................Monistat suppository
..............................in toilet¹s stank flow
........................................cascading by friends
........................................called irony bypass surgeons
..........................................................to the end?
....................................of what?

............................................[5th Grade]

..................with scalene suspender truant flouting razor blade
...................for straightened industrial staple
.............................leaving wrist divots in golf-course garbage can
........................................alongside shredded premortuary notes
........................................ignored
........................................they say

...................................................[Just a phase]

......................................................for media-morphed kids
.......................................................using their caddy 'n' candy money
.......................................................for codeine tablets and sour death balls
........................................................from backdoor drive-in snack stand
.......................................................while others jiggle to
........................................................Let's Do the Time Warp Again
..................we switch on flashlight to leaf through
..................his nab-sack cache
...................of new Fuckstones comics
..................sandwiched between D.C. superhero covers
............................................manga bubble says

Pebbles wants to get fucked with mastodon's trunk when she kicks and screams: NO

....................................[Gross]
..............
........................................we agree
...........................................before going home
.............................................. .....I pull blanket called Scrim over my head
...................................... .............don P.J.s under the sheets
.................................... .....................poke my head out to muse
............................................at recent blood stains on the wall
............................................coughed out
............................................spat out
............................................blacked out
.................................... .........................finger puppet donkey going 3-D on me
............................................

.................................[Nightmare]

...........ostrich disembowels lion with one proud kick-start to school
.........................
.............................I scribble .......PRICK
.............................all over a new journal cover
.............................next to Name/Nom:_________
.......
.................................... .......[Not a penis rage thing]
.......
..................................................................S(t)ageflight.

Oedipal Imbroglio

Past:

.......Left ear lobe protrudes slightly more than the right,
.......and you would try to massage it to symmetry,
.......while watching the 6 o'clock news in the family room.
.......Kindergarten-aged and hyper after those post-nap-Oreos,
.......I let you twirl the telephone cord around my body
.......as I topsy-turvied and tumbled;
..................playing a little barefoot tele-donna, waiting for her glass slipper.
..................You told me the story of a sleeping princess
..................awakened by some blue-blooded Harlequin boy,
..................then plotted a tongue-darting kiss on my spearminted lips.
................................I spat the gum in your mouth because
.............................you needed it to smother your garlicky breath.
.............................Rambutan on the kitchen table becomes
.............................a tickling tool for my pins`n'needles feet,
.............................which you fasten under your raincoat
.............................(Funny, how sunny it is today)
........................................yet I feel something wet (It must have been raining).
........................................You told me that I had a lonely Sylvestre living
........................................"down there," wanting to play...I wonder if Freud
.......................................was watching as you ikebana(ed) my bare chest
........................................with pouting posies, forming a nipple-centred
........................................figure-eight of lulling petals.


Present:

.......Today, a bra is an anathema of Beelzebub; wonder-worn........

Isolation

...........
........................................Water is a burned body. - Balzac

.............................Down in the moondocks
.............................the wolfangels dig up mementoes of madness
.............................stark-raving rage
.............................from the bitching bower

..................Burn the bed!

..................Sleeper suspended
...................above horizontal batten
..................a presence of delerium
..................derelict in the Morgue
..................blight-blind
..................to the hole sinking raw
..................

........................................Ghost-shagging

........................................Strategist cunt
........................................shoots down the maigre dogs
.........................................slavering on liqueur bones
........................................drunken in transit
...............................................Les Larmes of L'anguish..............

...............................................Falls simply
...............................................circulating loinage
...............................................to drooling gulfs
...............................................fear camping with love semblants
.......................................... ..stubbing cigarettes on her snatch
........................................


......................Living on lube

........................ Lies
..................... .Fuck it
..................... toughening on emotional solitude
.........................physical anti-sex
.........................roley-poley coa(x)swain
.........................steers closer on water
.........................diminishing distance


...................................................From the Bomb-Fire.......

...................................................IN-plosive on shore.......

Pretend(erness)


.......Ankles bent behind ears
.......abdicating oral power
.......to wine-webbed toes
.......has its wattle gers
.................. fusion price is penned
.....................on bared buttocks
................. .each mirrors the other
.....................in two long hedgerows
................. of karma-coma weals
confound desire in broken cassock longing for unmediated communication
...............................................................unfissured hole by bollard
..............................................................conceals second-to-second
..............................................................hand(h)ints on old tatami mat
..............................................................left in pile of cherry-stem compost
...................................................abstracts dipterous sexpathic
...................................................quick-releasing micro-capsules
...................................................of rancor in gonfalon leather
..................threatens to blow out your tenebrae
..................inviting farcical sacrifice and redemption
..................tied to billiard cue bruises
..................shouting mein fuhrer kills
..................fetishized in the wearer-mind
..................as evidence of simulcast pain
.......tickles the murderer in history
.......with coloured pom-poms
.......in the adumbral chamber
nose loaded with powder to blow drugs contra tempo to strings lowered down
..............................................................to a cell with chocolate
...............................................................and crumpled amnesty letter
..............................................................you cry soy infeliz
..............................................................trapped in the mutability of fear
..............................................................in irrecoverable timespot
..............................................................you fail to control
.........................in flesh-hold of igneous foulard tied around shuttlecock eyes
...........shoot craps with silver dollars for chips
..............replacing the stars outside hebdomadal stage
you play with the lash at your back
giant size-nappy pins pitched at the borders
of contradiction where the paradox parades
.............................lipread desire strains through cozenage caisson.