Claque

Victorian black velvet laid across the stage
Woman with wide brim gainsborough  
Style hat walks over to the spotlight
The highest dollar of the highest paid supplier
Got rewarded with exposure
Double negatives of film grace the woman
Just covering her body 
And landing in menstrual blood
Her amour-propre was in the audience
Buried deeper with every standing ovation
White theatre gloves wipe the dust
From the front row seats
Women's ghosts surround her as she
Masturbates for the spectators in heat
They look deep inside her pulsating walls
And confined their hatred in her disgrace
Pounding and moaning bathed in humility
As she approaches climax
The steel dildo was a mirror
That shined light on every disgusted face
Unveiling her temple her palace her castle


Her




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NatUUr

Wisdom & revelation 
Courage & hunger 
Rest & enjoyment
Determination & monster
Fell from head as I walked 
On the brightly lit platform
Looking down 
No no no 
I can't look ahead 
I'm scared of NatUUr 
But I keep from buckling at the knees
And move my feet 
Bravery was removed from me 
And in place: big guns in each palm 
Like grenades
They could explode at one slip of thy finger 
Heavily drinking
My vision is blurred
Hell's down underground
That's absurd 
Bills flying through the air 
Paper worth nothing falls from big chair 
I took a seat
I raced to get those four legs
Below my sacred body 
Praising the devil 
As if I'm in thee illuminati 
Drunk soul of a sober being 
Dazed & confused 
I can't tell what I'm seeing
Mind is through the woods 
Probably off flying with the birds
The greatest verse I've ever heard
Raising a cloud to the height of the sun
I told you before 
I will not set off my first big gun 
Cut off own hand to prevent the untold story 
The chosen one is keeping my peace 
My danger is done
Walking off track 
Regaining my temperature
Defeating


NatUUr. 
















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The Last Poem

I threw my favorite shoes in the lake

The Lake was no more than about 4ft. deep 

So I could still see them 

If I ever wanted to come back

I walked towards a fork in the road 

I picked whichever way 

The sun's blinding rays were shining

I ran with hopes of endless pots of gold

with every breath

I stumbled upon a cactus, 

I put my hands on it

I jammed my hands into it 

Like an angry man putting holes

In thin apartment walls

I bled,

The sting lasted for hours 

I kept the laces from those now 

Watered down shoes 

I needed them to make a noose

Sweat was dripping into my eyes,

Still no match for the sting 

Of prick filled hands 

The salty taste on my tongue was of my mother 

Sweat reminded me of home, 

I was a man, a strong man 

With too much to carry 

I wanted to be that carefree boy again

But that was impossible,

Like knowing the exact moment of a strangers death,

That was impossible 

I finally came to an old tree:

Very thick, bare, & deathly haunting

The branches were sturdy enough to hang 

My every hope & all my dreams

Stripped bark across the bottom 

Revealed a gathering of bees 

The Queen was in the center 

I assumed she was happy

The only Queen that would ever give me comfort

Was not a human being,

But a bee 

Nothing but a fucking bee 

I was home, but still 

I was worthless 

I climbed the tree 

Took my shirt off 

And baked in the blistering heat 

As time told me what I needed to do 

A single gust of light 

Cool air ran across my entire body 

I closed my eyes & shut off all my senses 

As soon as I awoke 

I felt hot road, & small bits of rock 

Cutting the skin between my toes

I knew what I had to do

I buried the noose 

I went back to the lake for 

My shoes

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