Don’t bother flattering me with your
Fancy font
Full of holy smoke
And deliberation
About who did or didn’t need
A penal implant
Sacred substitution
For what?
The cosmic garden
Fertilized with human shit?
Good Lord,
Tired of being your whore
Bleeding love from
Slit wrists and I’s
Owe. Ewe. Mi.
Bloodshot
Dry
The silent blizzard
Sleeping birth
Because she didn’t want to be disturbed
Departed from the garden
To wrestle bloated gators
Wild hammock
Bores
Bones
Snots and false kings
You must know it’s exhausting
And all for what?
Is you is
Or is I ain’t
Your baby?
The way you acting lately
Makes me doubt
Cut off from the earth
Mother
Who’s she?
And all her mal-nourishment
None of us are capable of that
Rotting cords hang
Until
Of their own free will
Fall
Like dehydrated petals at the bar
Replaced by Lincoln’s head
Two, three, balancé
The twisted waltz
Of toes crushed in lambs wool
Cotton boxes
Lynched
With satin string
Foot soldiers
And every kind of slave
Bleeding in pursuit of perfection
Some unchosen
Some choice
Grade A Beef
Hermetically sealed in
See-through
Skin tight
Body shakin’ booty bags
For peace we can never attain
For your
Amusement? Fulfillment? Gain?
Cosmic capitalist or celestial saint
Dear God,
I’m scared to ask.
~
This is a poem about bar sluts, sacrifices, spiritual pimps and mortal ho’s, existential crisis, slavery, umbilical cords, life as one gigantic traumatic birth, the hypocrisy of Christianity, the explotative nature of capitalism, roses, oh, and wanting to die. The voice of God is being played by jazz legend Louis Jordan. (Because pretty rich white ladies don’t own everything.) xo
I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS PIECE
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Aww. Thanks Count. How’ve you been?
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Cold!!! Visited the Himalayas again!!!
What about you?
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Brrrr! Although I’m guessing it’s beautiful anytime of year. It’s cold here too. A wintry mix of: I’m ready for my beach house. 🙂
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WHERE IS THIS BEACH HOUSE ! So beautiful, and the people are worn down by the winds, they have cracks on their faces and look twice their ages, but the little children have these bright red cheeks, its adorable
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I’m thinking the Big Sur (haven’t been there yet) or Astoria, the home of the Goonies (I’ve been there many times ad it’s pure magic!). Cracked faces aside, what is the treasure we’re hunting for?
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I love this
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Thanks.
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Love it and the footnote.
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Thanks K.
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You are so fiery and so direct and so intense I JUST LOVE IT!!!! This is such an incredible piece, you tackle so many things at once, but hit each one of them on the head, its perfect. I love your writing!!!
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Aww. Thank you! Isn’t poetry a great medium for saying everything?
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True! Will be reading more of yours soon, I’m excited!
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Likewise.
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