Posts Tagged ‘moonlight’

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He wants her in the water like a lily made of flesh

He wants her in the mountains scaring yeti out of caves

He wants her riding nowhere at the beginning of the day

He wants her to embrace him in succulent moonlight

He wants her sweet and writhing in the intensity of fuck

He wants her to rewire his brain into a more pleasing configuration

He wants her to convince him that he is worthwhile and not a chump

He wants her to put up with his porn-perverted sexuality

He wants to wax along her wobbly sex

He wants to gnarl around her three pointed paradise

He wants her to pretend he is attractive

He wants her to extend her body to him

She doesn’t want to

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amplitude

Such depth of amplitude

Pelican frequencies modulating

Width of surprise wide in your eyes when you’re fried

Take it backwards through the moonlight within eddies of your mind

Take it roughly, take it slowly,

Crap it out of your behind

Then disappear into indolence

Or wish to be enveloped

By suicide succubus love

Drag me down

Aching with sorrow

Aiming to crystallize

Imaginary fear

Into attention

And compassion

But failing

Flagrantly

 

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The bush eats a woman and a maggot full of blood
Dead beaten body murdered for love
Eyes on the pus and the crack of the bone
Never will, ever will be so alone

Dead to the world and dead to all thought
Dead to the oceans of pain that she felt
Now she is empty but also free
Nothing but a vapour on the menacing sea

The bush eats a woman and a maggot full of blood
Ready for, ready for, horny for love
Dead broken bodies on a moribund street
Pain for salvation so slutty you must eat

Heads shaped so holy to scrape against God
Harridan half-steps in search of being odd
Half eaten monsters lurk inside your brain
It can never, it can never, it can never be the same

Sylvia, Anne, rot with me now
So the body tells the body it is dying somehow
Rape me in the moonlight with penetrating bone
No I’ve never, no I’ve never felt so alone

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In the killer’s mind
Tangible mass of
Revolver in hand
Weight of the moment
Moonlight like feathers
Blood-simple
Bone-pure
Her wet mouth a red O
Afraid to breathe
Wide-eyes surprise
Shock of Victimization
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bullets in her mother-fucking head
Cordite effusion
Blood splatter on a wall
Eyes still surprised
Sliding to the floor
Broken doll
Busted Barbie
Lifeless meat
Stench of blood and shit

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Just to impress you I rolled a whole stick into a doobie and lit it up
Just to impress you I drank ten pints of Guinness
Just to impress you I sculled a bottle of Wild Turkey
Just to impress you I vomited and fell off my chair

Just to impress you I smoked a gram of crystal meth
Just to impress you I stayed up for five days
Just to impress you I shot up fifty bucks worth of smack
Just to impress you I nodded off in the corner in a house full of junkies

Just to impress you I penetrated the clouds with my breath and enervated the stars with my glare
Just to impress you I transmogrified into a Wookie and howled at the moon
Just to impress you I drank the Nile river and shat out a solid gold ingot
Just to impress you I lost 40 kilos by chopping off my legs

Just to impress you I broke wind in the moonlight and set it on fire
Just to impress you I consecrated a toad as pope while wearing a tutu
Just to impress you I swam to the bottom of the ocean and found you a giant pearl
Just to impress you I declared war on New Zealand and dropped my trousers to the Queen

Just to impress you I fought a tiger to the death and feasted on it’s flesh
Just to impress you I beat my meat to Blake’s quatrains and gibbered like a gibbon
Just to impress you I journeyed to the land of the monkey king and brought back seven gnostic scriptures
But you said ‘I’m not impressed and I’m never going to have sex with you’

moonlight-lovers-wallpaper
The serious moonlight silvers the illuminated surfaces, leaving the shadows where I lurk, and watch the lovers,
Shades of grey, shades of blue, images of a darker hue, much is concealed, little revealed.
Lovers meet in the oscillating night-time luminescence, words of love are spoken to the infinite dark, passion seethes in the absence of the sun.
Meeting at corners, and under pergolas, at parks and at the doorstep.
Oh to be close, to have lovers’ secrets and a realm all our own which we create with our words and gestures.
What bliss to be joined together for what seems at the moment an eternity, feeling happy and complete, dancing to the same tune!
To exist as an entity with an ‘and’ in the middle, a couple, a pairing, a dyad, a twosome.
And yet it can all decompose so easily, leaving me broken apart again, destitute and lonely because I have an actual experience to compare my present state to.
Pictures and images of time together shutter by my mind’s eye and confuse me in a delicious reverie, pictures of us together are like songs that stick in your mind so you can’t get rid of them.
Lonely again and howling at the memory of making love, overcome with the emptiness at the base of my soul, with mortality sucking my bones for marrow.
But things are looking up. It’s ladies night.