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Fag Kitten and Little Dead Girl

they danced in a dream
of bending shadows
face down
begging ass
all hungry back door paradise

ankles strapped on a foot worn floor
paint faced in Ubangi nights
with pin needle eyes
beded
blood crimson neon's
cut curtains
like kissing claws
so their bodies wouldn't forget
dark pleasures lightening
and biting tantra tantrums
they swallowed mad bitch blossoms of hell candy
breathing the others inhalations
foot sniffing ballet arch
in fastened Japanese melting red slippers

gazing upwards rectums prayer
solar eyed insurrection

finger by finger
clutching wrists like the grave
for bloods salty cove
an injured landscape
a dire pink desert
like bogs hold bones
a rave for a slave
covered in yellow ocher rubber sheets
soft on the feet
x rated amputee costume
made of blood lanterns and spit

look mommy no arms
a bellied tattoo
of hennaed homunculi
burning Candomblé Jejé, skull

black eyed beauty hissing
while accordion throated
rip tie tighten
another notch please
a dizzy splooge
down silver fluted gullet
in a steamed up bath house
party of blotted sockets

fag kitten
kissed dead girls thighs
tremulous and stretched
a shimmering serum
like wide tubular channels
as pontoon edges slit
through midnight howls for velvet skinned girl
who thrills
her head a veiled Jehovah
saliva wagging tongue scum
a stuttering vagina dance
a hula hot momma in rubble
slapping hot lipped kisses
over starved darkness
along telegraphs avenue
melting eyes like butter
a globed pudding spill
nipples drool drops of gold
and black river gladiators
slaughter lies
with every long stroke
between cascading squeals

paraphilias mausoleum
like tumbling eels
a scapegoat pulp fiction
chiseled in cement
cripple rips
drip drip drip

babbling gullet
cock spasms ooze like a hot glue gun
fire spats scum soiling cherry clover

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I wasn't inclined to read your work, I'm sure that a title like that would beg my brain to rake my eyes
over the rest of the work just to see, what the hell? All of the lines roll around in one's mouth ready to tumble out and they do, almost of their own free will. The theme is dark enough to make anyone's daydreams shudder and I guess that when a poem cums to the end; it must have performed well, at least, that's a logical assumption. Lots of visuals here to look at; if one dares! ~ Geezer.
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I like to use prompts that speak to my surreal sensibilities Thank you for your comments Very appreciated!!! :)

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