Kill Candy+

come here with the jackknife and see what I'm made of

taffy and blood

a steaming deli

im kill candy she said

doomed chicken of the sea

doll parts, splayed pomegranates

femurs left in a urinal; wish bones

eviscerations to admire

peaches and cream sprinkles

skin like cold grey soap

barbed wire orgasm's spas

like a toilet flushing

spirographic squiggles

at the museum of modern art

video girl

butter flies flutter bye

dead movie star dancing

a matinee cyclops

everybody wants a glitter fuck

incandescent hemorrhoid candy store

a piece of her to take home in little bite size chunks

in a heart shaped pink box leaking red meat

enshrined crucifix; kosher

an orgy of heretics like me

god is whatever is in your heart

i pray to modernism

to be saved

by sex death and resurrection

and a bigger dick

impregnation ghoul

like a solar phallic hero

sex heroine

a Bedouin and a Jew sucking each other off

in a New York City

Holiday Inn

while the Kabbalah and Koran read each other

I packed the suit case

with a yellow mucous colored rubber tube, a razor and stockings

I don't know what ill do with it, but ill think of something

God spins death

so why cant you; or are you to good for that

albeit a narrow construction

to carve my fate in such short order

ill get into my short short funeral skirt and girly bobbles

ill go up and down on you like a yoyo

sea Venus foaming clitoris

til you flip me over

a deli sandwich

and cut me in two

splattered ketchup

on the blue plate special; extra mayo

while a huddled sabbath of assholes, extra virgin

groan like Pisgah turned to mulch

indigo shards suicide note

ending in

i don't mind

and precise instructions

please chew slowly while I suck on your teeth

stuck rot

while still kissing you

better bring a napkin and floss

you know I would get hot,

seeing my one way ticket next to your return one

wish we could

kill candy

pastel chew

blood bubblegum

melts in my mouth like quicksand

hissing fruity drops looping

you go down like squid

clawing your way back up half chewed with that hurt look

making wet mud holes blink

dark vapors tear my eyes

you wont need a head stone

your feet will look good sticking out of the ground

with anklets

a fashionista

except upside down

your funeral; a foot kissing ritual

religion; follow dead feet, to paradise

head down ass up

you know; the position of power

your the new aeon

grave stone arches with toe ring twinkles

rectitude striving

hot head buried in dirt

antagonizing worms

because your to hot to chew

like molten core

a zombie vagina

velvet tabernacle

smooth leg art

and pretty pointy toes

ascending

where glitter lights shine

pickle brine

green

in a

Promethean foot fetish ballet

phantasmagorias dark embrace

rdinary love