Love
Met my kismet,
she got me so moist,
I like other girls,
it takes more to like the boys,
a little rush and hush and stuffing of toys,
with sand in my hand to stack on the mantle.
Watch them pulsate money shot and scramble,
bled unto me their life,
how cliche as I hold it and you tumble,
guess it wasn’t too much for me to handle?
Hahaha…
But she was instant glisten,
she made me feel like something,
I meant it when I say that,
And the ring I presented….
We killed stabbed wrenched guys to floor,
cutting a path through city’s,
leaving bodies at the morgue,
playing games keeping score,
I remember she was up by four.
Good times before she left a print and,
well that was when the knob went intense,
robbed a bank to escape,
failed shot some cops,
more heat more pig meat,
we knew we were…. I just…
couldn’t keep it together,
and neither could she…
The night we met she was singing,
pretty little melody in the bar,
tattoos up her arms,
all the way up to her neck,
siren lament,
sweet voice this raven lock canary…
She finished her tune and I had been hunting,
she swiped my kill,
I was just gonna follow,
murder both of them,
but she was so gorgeous…
Found her axe over her head,
dropping it on a splatter of matter,
viscera,
where his face used to be.
She heard me and did a slow turn,
smirking to intimidate,
“Cute face, you owe me dinner”
Her head tilted,
still kept the act,
“I think you better leave, look this
isn’t a photo shoot this is an axe!”
“You just let witnesses leave?
What a hack!” With an obnoxious laugh.
She did not like that,
came swinging,
and it turned into a maelstrom of violence,
battered bruised and bloody,
then….
a kiss I… Don’t know who started it,
was such a passionate,
powerful moment,
felt like a zephyr burst from us,
shattering windows,
shuddering the foundation,
lava pouring down mountains,
people froze in place that didn’t get away,
pillar of my history.
I remember pulling her in so tight,
taste of iron,
our teeth clacked,
it induced a coo from my throat,
she was more relaxed and I was aggressive,
hands around her neck,
I squeezed she tore at me and unvested,
her velvets were all I needed,
I already had met a wave,
we weren’t even undressed yet.
She whimpered for a breath,
I actually didn’t want to push my limits,
didn’t want to risk losing her,
and she started butterfly kisses.
It’s was all magic,
fairy tails for silly citizens,
nudie mags and pornography flicks,
but I felt something different.
For once I couldn’t imagine someone,
not breathing.
She dropped lower and played a hymn,
organs keyed as she looked up with a grin,
brought me to zenith,
I felt like time slowed,
Like the world blurred to freezing.
Just me and her,
nothing else mattered,
in her eyes I saw it too,
she slid back up slick wet,
twirling we were a feral abattoir of flesh and sweat,
a melody of true love in a tang of death,
moments lathered in vitae,
touché bosom and heaving,
interplay over and over,
till both of us were left reeling.
Our lips brush oscillating thrusting hips,
On both sides of the world tips
She was everything to me…
Everything I could have ever dreamed…
She set me up and married a guy I think..
I’m ready,
take me to my lethal injection.
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Anger
grotesque tableau of a distorted art show.
ill banalities relentlessly besieged me,
culminating into a macabre spectacle.
they wallowed in blissful idiocracy
impending requital that loomed ominously
I would pirouette, hips undulating
in the mirror's reflection of murder
forever sow their velvet whispers,
needle and thread sealing their eyelids
abattoir of fists, I lunged,
finding purchase in hair and flesh.
each blow, each tug, each rip claimed a piece
from each of those who spit oozy ick.
these trophies I held until my adobe,
where I would cut and glue,
using their lifeblood as ink on my canvas, wrenching flesh from bone, leaving only rictus
grin on skulls as I brandished my blade.
I stabbed and swayed, singing
melody of beautiful scarlet puppetry.
complicit would awaken to their own shrieks,
lying supine, necks craned, eyes wide
as they watched stomach split,
peel, curl and ribbon, lacerated by a phantom
gutting them from belly to sternum,
splaying their innards for all to see.
they would watch as their pulses ceased to beat,
snuffed from within, I paint canvases of enemies,
splash of red hue, crimson chokers.
magnum opus flooded in a ruby drenched dress.
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Personally dirty words are extremely elementary and weak… But that’s subjective I suppose…
