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She took me in her mouth
with lips of infrared.
Her chest was beating,
but the heart was dead.
Her tongue felt wet and free,
like a soul sliding across my skin.
The plague crawled over me
and felt for some way in.
Her pussy was blooming that night.
Inside things were growing
by dead soul light.
She was bleeding apocalyptic sunshine
from the source of life.
The Earth shook me awake;
the bomb was dropped.
The Succubus ebbed into the lake.
The bandages got wet,
The stitches were stretched,
The Dream undone.
A mushroom cloud blossomed,
like swarms of locusts obscuring the Sun.
The Dove of Peace fell from a fungal cloud,
with it’s dying sour breath;
the burning smell of insect flesh.
Families in circles around TV’s;
A backwash of Technicolor
molds dunes of dust in their skulls
and they cried for the shopping malls.
The fetus turned over cold in its tomb.
I felt him picking the scales from your womb.
Why did you let him come inside of you?
Peace suffocated in violent spasms
beneath the loads of blood-warm wargasms.
Shhh…I know it’s because you were coming too.
I remember the warmth of the flowers breath.
Their fleshy petals gentle as crib death.
In the wild branches of the live oak
a spider web caught the last sunset to soak.
It sparkled like stars of brass,
dripping honey onto tarnished grass.
Virgins played lunar games on the bayou
barefoot and horny eating mushroom stew.
Eden has grown cold beneath our feet.
I watched the running and lurching screaming meat.
Tripping virgins open every vein,
imagining that God has gone insane.
Gasping humans turning blue;
the virgin’s lips drip with purple dew.
Muscles contract until their spines snap;
fragile unbuckling spinal tap.
Taut tendons pull tighter still…
Frail spines freakishly reverse and kill,
folding the children backward with grinding wrists
to give their ankles an unnatural kiss.
Bomb shelters full of crazies
eating their wailing babies
‘til the pulses crawl in the darkness like frost.
Licking cracking lips, mankind bakes
with parched faces peeling like snakes.
The radioactive cloud descends;
their twitching never ends.
We grew weaker with hate ‘til the races would separate;
Bullshit merchants with Christian disguises.
Salivate, lacrimate, urinate, and defecate;
dead bodies with endless surprises
Let’s remove the President
from the address of the letters we sent.
Grab his arms and I’ll grab his legs.
Fill his belly with cockroach eggs!
String him up and bang him like a gong
“Such a fitting place that you belong.”
Now America knows what we knew all along:
We shouldn’t be digging in someone else’s desert,
where we don’t belong.
“You kill me and I’ll kill you.”
Soul-erosion coming true.
Close my eyes and swallow a scream,
Remember that home is a dream;
Take a breath and hum a song,
Slipping back to where I belong.
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Soul-erosion coming true.
