I own the road - she rides me on the curves, stops me from hogging the mirror / meanwhile God's getting blow-jobs in the back seat and Mother get's drunk on holy water and preens ( Read more... )

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I saw the Lord's scent
trim some fat on Eve
senses suffered the same
sexist rituals collided
with our enemies faked orgasms
played full-contact death-sports
cost one soul a pregnant baby
life swarmed and tripped on
God's dreams of muscular women
their ready-mades targeted boys
with wings on their dicks

City eyes and concrete
girls are spaces that
go back to unknown foreskins
the originals were outsiders
from birth,genetic stairs
to future patterns
blind alley minds that
know the past was made
for Hell's benefit
by a God whose sins are
greater then ours
even tho he's made
in our image

i shot some liquid pain
the lust went down her throat

it scortched desire, created
a needy heart with blisters

that sail around, do laps
around my tongue

are like words dying to be
born again as poems

but unlove is the lush
fire fucks when it's bored

with praying for one
of God's orgasms

to crash on what's burning
in my waking belly
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