detoxify me baby o
hazmat me lover,
o
come in with your swat teams of kittens
and choc-o-lates
inflatable valentines and rubber cocks
fumigate me captain, for o
my body is a temple and, well,
my soul is a dung-heap
full of hungry termites
&army ants
the tar-an-tu-las crawl
take me to your leader, sugar
Im a pipsqeak-pixie of a girl-thing who dreams
dreams of other monsters and hideous creatures
I want your demons, Herr Comedian
your Charlie-Chaplin grin doesnt fool me, Sir
with your tapping feet and whirl of activity
it is superfluous- either way I can hear
the roar of the the beasts from the other side,
wormin
my panacea:
I feel your bones slipping out of my skin
in the most ordinary moments
in morning traffic in lectures getting
groceries, and suddenly your tibia!
humerus vertebra rib& your jawline
reflected in the rearview mirror, and me
almost crashing! Burning myself with my
cigarette clamped between my teeth, trying
to push ourselves back into place, trying
to rearrange the jumble of bones so that
they fit in the grocery bags, so
we wont look like weird deep sea fish or aliens
who have lost their way, here by accident,
flopping& wandering around, which is honestly
how I feela lot of the time anyway
but y
Under the green glass sea
Entwined in the space
Between the green, glowing kelp
And the white hot pearls
Living where the teeth of the fish
Grow as long as your arm
Where the lionfish screams its wailing song
Dwells a secret secret
As old as the deep.
The shellfish cabaret
Swims in synchronized swirls
Twirls in whirling whorls
In the heart of the deep
And all the fish come
With their scales shined up
With their best seaweed strung
In barnacled gowns
To watch the ladies dance
To the sea-organ's song.
The sea-slugs serve
The best saltwater champagne
With tiny sea-dainties,
Of periwinkle brain
They sit and they munch
A
Stamen lover
When you leave
I take a shower
And wash the sheets
The water runs yellow with your love-dust
And if left for too long
It stains the linens
In perfect patterns of marigolds and poppies
Stamen Lover
The powder I brush off your shoulder
Didn't come from the tree behind you
Why waste time with fake explanations
When my skin is dusted with gold
And we make love on a plastic sheet?
Stamen Lover
Your petal-fingers trace hieroglyphs on my chest
Ancient diagrams of forgotten flowers
Extinct species of honey-bees
Opium poppies that smell like the sun
Primordial fruit trees dripping nectar
Stamen Lover
I found you this
Of rotten fruit and clouds by ebolabebop, literature
Literature
Of rotten fruit and clouds
The last golden fig, shining globule hung
From branches starred with breath of clouds, steaming
And low, glist'ning in the sky's ragged lung
The tremulous petals' sacred dreaming
Strung in the hair of every spider-web
'Snared in the blossom of the glowing night
They're songs of summers gone, their spark'ling ebb
The days of fruit, and their luminous light
Have passed us by, a crust of glowing love
Thrown low at the feet of the milky clouds
The phosphorescent lid of Time's dark grove
Thrown at the fetid feet of Life's flushed shrouds
Oh, forever now, a moldering fruit
Is lodged in the heart's soporific lute
hide my shame in yours
a canary-feather jungle cure,
secrets, slowly digested
photographs of broken teeth and canker sores
choking on my mockingbird words,
birdsong curdling your organs
necrotic insides,
the gum on the soles of your shoes;
stuck to the roof of my mouth
blowing bubbles of frog skin and beetle wings
plastic blasphemes blooming in your
snake-skin pudding
i'm wading through this hoodoo meat bucket,
looking for your golden shore,
vitrify my insides,
you're my voodoo cure
tie me up with creeper vines
butterfly wings and jungle slime
fluorescent eggshells in my eyes
hatch my heart, smash my mind
my orchid bones on the forest floor
withered stalks, organic morgue
crack my teeth on sugar cane
enamel chipped, skin stained
nails broken, lungs bruised
30 proof dew drops and licorice booze
take a shot out of my collar-bone
glow-worm juice and cockroach foam
pearly shells and crocodile tears
caustic love and hoodoo fears
the atrophy of evolution;
spiraled into rich illusions
answers scratched on monkey bones
whispered into snail's homes
swallowed down with cerebral stew
your own flesh is hard to ch
Coughing broken shells and flower petals
Swallows live in the chimney of my soul,
Eggs laid beside my bones
Fragile breathing disturbing sleep
Beaks open in the ventricles of my heart,
Shrill cries echo through my veins,
Aorta pulsing with siren-screams of little
Winged things
Hungry instinct, nests built behind my ribs
Fall apart from my cough and tension,
A plural superstition lodged
And pecking through breastbone and skin
The church of my chest is
Open and coated
Mouse skeletons and seeds,
This heart is not a home,
Nests built with spit and bones
Like prayers,
Crumble slowly, and
Collapse into their own
thank you, ~adobedoesthemagic and *SusanPhillips for featuring me in your journals/articles
http://news.deviantart.com/article/42545/
http://susanphillips.deviantart.com/
=]
my poem "little leviathan" won the editor's choice award in some poetry contest
http://ebolabebop.deviantart.com/art/little-leviathan-62319503
i've never won anything before :]