Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Cryptozoology and Essays on Human Existance: Jersey Devil
Cryptozoology and Essays on Human Existence: Mothman
Lifejacket
Sexual Morse code
like the beam of a lighthouse
lured me into,
jagged rocks.
Far from the shores of
your affection.
You swayed and swelled like
a crashing wave
and as always,
I drowned without a life jacket.
I sunk like a captain,
meaningless,
without a ship.
meaningless,
without a ship.
Get your breast stroke down.
Arm over arm
and foot over mouth.
Stay between the buoys,
where they
want us to do laps.
You swayed and swelled like
a crashing raft.
And as
always,
I drown without a life jacket.
As always like a captain
meaningless,
meaningless
without a ship.
Im drowning.
Contour of a Girl on the Ground
What is my role in the gang bang?
Hips thrust unwillingly into sobriety,
Spine consists of 12 easy steps
to abandon all significant failures.
I would give up my place at the top,
ego nose dives into the receiving end,
just to hear your dissonant admiration
across my sheets.
Its a long distance from the parking lot
to your inquiring mind.
No pot holes to call my own.
No spotlights have my back.
There are no clear footprints or bread crumbs.
Lucid mazes continue to administer electric shock
when I can't find the cheese.
Im still on your street.
Im still in the way.
The Wolf followed me
The wolf is gonna find me. Nightmare.
I had a bad dream last night.
I
was lost. I dont remember where I was or what it looked like but I felt
overwhelmingly lonely here. I was wearing a white dress. It was very
thin. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Every freckle and curve
exposed.
I found people. They knew what I was saying but
they refused to understand. Boys with matted hair and ripped clothes.
Long fingernails and long faces. I thought they were wolves. They were not. They were coyotes. Scavengers. Hungry for me but too full of
self pity. Thin and emaciated.
Then he came. I felt him through every part of me. I knew without question. No hesitation. He was the wolf. He was the wolf.
I tried to sing a song to make me brave but I couldn’t remember any of them.
“I will eat you alive little girl. oohh. All of you.”
All the wolf had to do was hold my hand in his and I knew he was right. The coyotes watched.
When I woke up I was no closer to finding where I was.
How Do you keep the wolf at the door?
I have a feeling hes gonna find me.
The wolf is always hungry.
I knew the wolf would be back...
A high bounty to the one who can send me his heavy head.
A heartfelt apology to the ones who cant resist those big paws.
Hips thrown into hungry coyote egos.
Lips smashed against haunches.
Im a goner.
Always the omega and never the alpha's bitch.
Always fight or flee. Never unison hands.
The wolf.
The wolf has my scent.
Spunk and Lapses
Nightmares.
Cop's hands in your last clean pair of underwear.
Pyramids instead of hips.
No Legacy.
My teeth can only shift so much before they chatter into paralis.
Cop's hands in your last clean pair of underwear.
Pyramids instead of hips.
No Legacy.
My teeth can only shift so much before they chatter into paralis.
Scum like you and me
I found him,
smiling with sweat dripping down his nose in
a parking garage that smelled like pavement and perfume.
Your a rock and roll baby,
with hard guitar strings.
And six stds.
He's a rock and roll baby and im his fleas.
I don't mind the mistakes and itchy bumps,
if only I can hear your
dissonant "I want you."
Right in my ear on the pillow.
I got affection and the best pot of your life,
right here waiting with your name on it.
Scum like you and me
only need tight pants and
songs about sex and politics.
We only need to scrape the bacteria off
our tongues.
When we kiss I have coins on my closed eyes
so you think im dead.
Then you cant see what im thinking,
so im still your mystery.
I'll never take your headphones off,
or release the smoke you blew in my mouth.
You like the scrape of my feelers,
you'll never take that flea bath.
We both know I can make you twitch
like its 70's.
