Jehovah's Witness God needs to chiiiiiilll

faceless in a paper pamphlet and glowing 

you are at the end of a black and white revelation

i found you at my friend's house. he is a jehovah's witness

but we're still friends and we still get to play catch in the front yard

BUT WE CAN'T PLAY ON THE BED.

i found you  on a throne with no face

i found you and hid you in my pants

so i could see you on the toilet more closely:

the man has been boozing and in the varied company of loose women

the man has been killed unexpectedly and

the man goes to jehovah's witness heaven

which is very very literal with clouds on the ground.

the man's name is not in the book of life

the man goes to judgement because of the boozing and

the ignorance of God's love.

the man should have stayed awake during church

and  kept his dick in his pants

the man is very very very sorry

the man is dragged kicking and screaming

the man is dragged kicking and screaming

the man has his nails breaking off in the concrete

the man knows you are faceless

the man knows face

the man knows Father

 without face

JEHOVAH'S WITNESS GOD

BLINDS WITH JUDGEMENT

and this is where I learned

to tape together all

of Revelations

in case your bright blank page

would peer into my sleep

as I drifted

off,

damned.

An Old and Soapy One

Her cheekbones are ley lines.

If wind were arabesques then in its dance

I’d breathe her face. Her lips are holy lines.

A sort of sign: The motherless still chance

to catch a tendriled whiff of womb. And I

have never won a thing before, so when

she says that I am caller number one,

I’ll clutch the phone and tuck and bend so then

my limbs can fold inside her skin and bone.

I’d die inside her if it meant that we’d

saponify. In fetus fetu. Bog-

gy girls, their legs are twisting bony things

and no corrosive such as time can drop

her lips from mine. Until my wi-fi fades

I’ll praise her name and stalk her Facebook page. 

DOWN DOWN DOWN

DOWN is now live over here and ready to serve you all summer.

Protest is Illegal and Useless in Contemporary American Society.

There are small parts of me who want to live. They want a voice in the matter. They want to unionize. They want to take matters into their own boneless hands, helplessly flailing, earnestly chanting:

Hell no, we won't go.

Boneless because what holds me up is wary. The skeleton aches for rest. The armor melts in summer. The metal warps in winter. Every six months more of me dreams of obliteration. More of me googles flaming monks. More of me memorizes the levels and images of female genital cutting. The last is the safest and most beautiful. At seven I would have liked a needle and thread. I would have done it myself with wood between my teeth cursing Neptune and diving anyway. I would have taken back the waters a eunuch to safety. A sliver of wet scar. I was a smart child but did not always think outside the box or towards the future. I would have lived with a shiny faceless buddha, pink and glinting, always with me, numb when I walked instead of on fire. 

Holeless. No mercy. All mercy, all mercy.

More of me tries to sweep a tiny green grubby insect from off my leg, hoping to just move it away, not smear it. Not smear it against the stubble of my knees.

I did not mean to kill anyone, but still, 

all I do.

Something fucking slippery this way comes.

Courtesy Alpha Unicorn Jackson Nieuwland

C.C. Cannon and I are cooking up some nasty to last all Summer. Sneak Peak? Seems Appropriate.

Ode to the FeelDoe in Blue

You strap it in, not on.

Hold it in with your insides and

grind yourself against the bump.

Stick the bullet in the back and

ride it. Wear a condom because this is

really sex.

When you laugh there's a hoarseness.

Take that tinge and turn it on it's back.

Try to pin you down as a bush

or skin. 

Don't let this be like phone sex.

Take a couple  pills.

Grow it  a little bit

so you can jerk it off

bump the bump.

Watch some transman

bald man, big clit, rubbed down.

Think of you until it's done.

Die in all that hair,

say 'fuck' in it.

Grasp it at the nape and pull.

Be a brave girl.

Ass crescents under ripped shorts.

Side swell and tough peak.

Be a farm girl

and impale me with

thick and useful freckled limbs.

Watch you watch you  watch

Hold and shake, bite

wait.

Stiff sticks in the wind, still.

Turn off all the lights

in the bathtub.

Cast starlet. Prisoner's Cinema.

little girl takes a bleach bath.

i am at >kill author, where shit is getting orwellian.

bb gets political

I am here at Robert Lopez's blog series, No News Today.