Her persona, prolapsing loose
emasculation –
a passion for fashion.
The suspension of ration:
compelling to produce
A whet bestial reflex,choking on a bad gag
budding, blowing Halitosis in a paper-bag
scudding
postpartum psychosis.
A bastardy baby, rapt moses.
adoring the improvised slurry,
drizzling flush-flurry over a gurney breach.
Scrub Up Son - Now Hurry!
A false prophet – Teach,
Articulating an
immaculate deception.
Preacher, professor –
a fraudulent confessor, lording
relentless conception.
Fabricating cocktails.
a Molotov smoothie rustled up in a single,
nifty hand shake movie.
tingle
Tremolo
manipulation.
hum-on-clit quiver
cum in agitation –
giver.
Diabolical dynamo.
A billion pyrotechnical discharges reign
the apoplectic energy of sin on skin
and other less obvious
fast tracks to pain.
Zygotic zit
picking peptic balm. A gastric boa-band
coiling around a fallopian fling
gone wrong, in cist, ginseng.
mineshafting voluminous eggs in blood orange reds,
depth charging submarinated clegs
in a calmative jar, clam-jam, oyster tar runs
beneath
impeding linen.
spoon-fed-square
killer. . . killing.
The erotic polyglot
parleys with countless beasts:
infection baking
rising rash raking yeast.
a Cyclonic nexus
twinned tongues nudge,
male mouths taking it
in turns to test-tube-suck, budge
her rock-hard root: jolting emulsion,
bolting fudge.
Inflating swab, odorous fume
gatewaying god, the interlacing loom
compelling mind melding threads, thirsting
a thrash and a pass
out of this
Multiplex.
Wow held nothing back once more and the darkside you certainly explore. Some images I'd rather not have too, thanks for making that come due hahaha
ReplyDeleteI hesitate to say it, but with pick up lines like the title, you are never going to get laid, man.
ReplyDeleteThis is raucous,and the initial rhyme is a real lure into the ever-spiraling smaller nautilus of a dark dysfunction--There is a vile and occasionally stomach revolting formula, put in the bottle for some of us at birth, mouthed down in a mindless natal hunger, that mocks nature, nurture and nuclear cohesion all. (Or so I read it--anyway,that's the wavelength I was on in my own little schoolgirl sample tonight.) It transforms, and yet leaves the experimental subject as helpless to benefit from the berzerker feast of life as a wingless horsefly,(bonus points for making me look up cleg) staring up at the wonderful carcass of possibility.
Another stiletto to the spinal column, Arron--a damn fine poem.
I have to google about 1000 words here. So I'll be back.. but I'll tell ya' this...I'm completely turned off to sex right now. Thanks alot! My B.F. thanks you too...
ReplyDeleteO, and by the way...damn good write...what I understood, that is. :)) xo
DeleteMy choice to become divinely celibate has just been cemented! Your diction is exquisite and your capture of the twisted way we squirm for the gods or one another spot on horrific - let me out of the multiplex I don't want to see the spawn of this union :P!
ReplyDeleteDamn. I had to reread this a few times. That's a good thing, trust me. You definitely didn't hold anything back. Well done.
ReplyDeleteha. you had me at the title man...lol....i always leave so impressed with your word verve and disturbed....ha....but that is a good thing...its like one of those things you cant look away from for its vividness....geez....
ReplyDeleteArron, outstanding use of so many conventions in this one. While still packed with your unique voice, you keep the grand allusions, :) you always offer, yet here, there's a tremendous rhythmic quality, an excellent job of using consonance, wickedly built lines etc… Title is killer as well. awesome job. Thanks
ReplyDeleteThis rhyme-hyped version gives off a completely different set of obnoxious nuances - this set of experiences have been enlarged tenfold.. and suggest more to me about inevitability.
ReplyDeleteThe first version I think evoked more empathy.. felt tragic.. this one more horrific.. both are excellent poetry my friend. Multi-....
Excellent treatment of what feels like horrific subject matter. You've got a great voice, command of rhythm and style.
ReplyDeletethis is exquisitely fun to read aloud.
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