Xtrah

2.22.2010

1st Rotation

What is this place I am become?
a city of dizzy recollections
still unaware of its geographical location
frothing at the mouth with 100 cigarette butts
still stale in the grimy breath of fermentation

last night we drank to the memory of those who sacrificed their lives in the name
of Pie
In The Sky
today we search our mini-base-box for tonight's martyrdom broadcast: save the elves, consume your past.

Where is this plastic pueblo called home?
can i search along the endless aisles of categories and find where i belong?
to whom does it concern the rate at which my trailer will decompose?
can i forward my thoughts to the Conceptually Deaf, Blind, and Dumb Caucaus of the Take-Your-Money-And-Run-Fund?
will your high-heeled secretary inform you i called, yesterday, when you were out to lunch with the friendly neighborhood pedophile Mr. A.None?

The Secret of Success


Here we find the seam stress
posing in elegance
catalogue essences seasoned on her gaping entrances
comm-on in case of emergence.

Bowed frame in vitro deference to the God iss
praying for blessings
cave-in crescent mess anger peas-ant
groveling in salivation for one dole of sole comprehension.

Dance of the Duldrums choreographed
for the beneficence of this voyeuristic pageant
to the tune of matchbox harmonics, breaking beats in the alley trash can.

Blessed Vessel of the Secreter-ant
watches over her body becoming undressed by the busy bees of your
manual procession, in obessive mental possession of that sweet maiden head.

Lady Lover is entrance-d by the glitter of your material presents-
shelf-life certain against the decay rate of her vestigial Secret Garments.

Widow-mother draws her damn-down
triangulating the curios-velocity of tangental propositions
Were the weather not so sunny bright, her eyes would catch the gleam
glistening
in his gaze-heaving mounds of milk trees branching inside his synaptic wet dream
suckling for
recognition and
admission to the wonderland.

The animorphic magus now inside can consummate all my shame into a virtue: rebirth of the virgin-split-shrew.

Prophesizing the Dark Moon end of times
lapsing into pornographic vigil-ants
this ember arch of nomadic esoteric ephemera

Bathes in thy blasphemy for the (s)cent of indifference

Deny the face off forgiveness
-sexing in the mirage of-

Plentiful mistresses
-is this soft enough for thrust-ins-

Gnaw at your eyelids until the vision ceases
parched sockets shower and harvest for droughts of incense
corpses undevoured in the rotting spirit of undoneflowers
sleep in persimmon trees
watching evergreens leave
globes of seed-catching-basket-weaving-yoginis

blushing tides breathe in brides of
briny waves of
whining
tickling oyster shell-tearing awe
roll the sandy want for love
particle-ly in the brahman drama haughty sweat-left
sprouts in womb-weaving outward decades of dancing little ones.