Steady Come, Steady Go

That warm comfort jeopardized by the public front porch
Where children with awkwardly pitched voices squeal playing
At they pass I curse the sun setting west, praying
It to be eastward and just as I am cursing
One child whistles while another one sings:
'Everybody was kung fu fighting'
And the prayer I spat becomes elated
That there was no God to hear it
No God to give me fortune sought
No God to force the sun back east
We don't know what to pray for, anymore

MISTER

"Honey, you're just a baby,"
He laughed
Smile politely
Tally on my fingers
with cherry red nail polish
The number of times
He stared down at this chest,
Slightly wet
From a spring shower.

Oh, he well knew:
A babyhoney without eyes
A honeybaby with fruit breasts
Existentialist dribble left
From the last one to go.
Knew it all!
And just laughed
At the softness of my skin
And CRADLED me up

Could not understand
Why
I would not giggle
And coo.

Bipedal Burglaries

So delicately
we deliver the workforce
from our wombs,
later'll feed
and clean after
the farmers and feral

what more?

break our backs

for the cracks

in the sidewalk!

cure AIDS

with our virgin vaginas!

mechanical missionary mechanical all fours mechanical child-bearing mechanical child-rearing we are machinary, juxaposed to function as so. our skirts made for looking under, easy reach. our tits aesthetic. our gentalia revered, more so than its attachments: BODY & MIND. Our leftovers used to sow seeds. OH, but the sight'll spring! cleaning commercials circa afternoon soap operas. strip tease. secretaries.Latin American mine workers and their soft headed babies, 13000 ft high, so close and so far from Heaven...Glory! No matriarch's hem to hide under,

Only your own now.

carry a pocket knife

for each breast,

a Molotov cocktail

for each man,

and a liver

to filter out what comes after:

dread. too many of us raped

with only more to come,

can't even match his dollar

in our wallowing wage labor

but he was a twenty yr old, Blonde haired blue eyed angel! Handsome devil! but it felt like all the other times before! habitual horror! pleasure? will never feel the same, again. no fixing it. but we deserved it! too smart too poor too powerful, we deserved it had it coming.

now its gone.

Appease Me

oneee innn the s a m e: 

RollercoasterFuckFruitpieAcidtrip (Radical releases  finally)

TheCity&TheWild (Similarly called 'H O M E')

13 Galapagos finches is to 6 and a half billion human heralds,

Atomic microphones speak akinesia

                                    Nothing new to create 

Nothing old to destroy 

SO, what will it take to get those eyes up 

From the cemented path,

Pitiful with cracks, graffiti, and chewing gum?

To get a shout or a shake?    It'd be so good to see you!

Would it take Ejaculation G-Force Sugar Hallucinogens? 

Do you desire to be both singular & plural? 

You were! You are! You will be!

What are you doing?

Everything! 

Pleading it as something or nothing

Got it all wrong Get off ALREADY

BEEN PLEADING IT SO

Don't stay heavy BOIL rather

Red face matches heart blood and insides, naturalized

Finally yes finally finally

(though pleading it not to be final)

HumanityEcologicalEarthUniverse C U M S .

2dollarbills IRONED&FOLDED

you are it

POPPY-EYE'D PLEASURE GENDER

PLEASURE for pain

Long Lashes 10 cm DILATED

No good clitoris: All tissue &nerve & war

Post-marked tits: Going going GONE

TAKE it LEAVE it give it away for a holiday

for the strong or faint or heartless

WE WILL EAT IT UP

naturally

We eat every last bit-

& swim in the sink with suds after

'TIL EACH DISH SHINES

beautiful breasts always look happy

OH DOES HE LOVE ME

slides down esophogus well

(where heartache seethes later on)

kept all inside LONGneckSOFTskinGLEAMINGgenetics

HALLMARK HALLELUJAH

with no sight

And Consciousness?

MORALITY! where do these values venture to?

to live on the streets? hunt and gather in the wild?

how to ground myself now after being way up here?

i am dreaming but am told i am learning

striving for success this is the joke

rubrics! this is 40% needed!

that is 50% important! creativity is 10% valued! value?

yes, N U M E R I C A L value cemented for seismic waves

to travel through to stop Berkeley from shouting

& San Francisco's wild candor

Bah! but it was 10% needed!

no strife no NEED to mourn so I dream

the cloud cover, the only epoch to the suburbs.

the mountains, the only balance for feet.

Refunds

the kitchen appliances are gladiator colosseums

stand too close & yer brain's sure to go!

delicious plastic delicious radioactive heat

when you stand under the sun

makes a freeway racket

my sunbath doesn't feel the SAME

tastes ultraviolet GREEN

dark roofs hurl the light back into space:

"AYE! WE DON'T WANT YER SOLAR WASTE!"

& it costs PAPER bills for water

unnaturally stolen from under Colorado's skirt 

BUT she meant 'yes' when she said 'no'

& I am THIRSTY, again!

the fibers in the carpet are organizing,

ANGRY-EYED & knowing just what they want

it is terrifying could get eaten alive

the asbestos in the apartment walls are gossiping

they don't like my dress

NO QUARTERS FOR LAUNDRY

NO CLOTH FOR BACK

no person to make mine

when all these things belong to me

they yearn and cry bitterly 

all through the night and time and space 

'til the white of my eyes match the fridge

'til my stature matches the water heater, 

shaking madly and hunched over with lumps on our sides

'til the cavity of my mouth is the kitchen sink

man-made through and through