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IN THE HOUSE OF DRAGOOL...sexual content xxx

in a veiled world
i am light like a feather
disembodied
lightening in a bottle
everything here is alive with madness

jeering walls and chairs chatter
like wise cracking gangsters
always sporting for a fight

blood tulips cry and sing
rise and wither
and rise again
loop dancers move from rhythms of light
there are many kingdoms here

in a broken terrain of night
an obsidian ash sky howls
and we are shut in
to a starless and opaque sky
behind an impassable slate black gate
the ground a curse
all teeth and rocks
bones and weeping flesh

vampires live here
like clans
all blood porphyria
their mouths a beautiful rust
a tempting visage
half seduction, half terror

needled fingered hematologists
prepare our dinner
her name
Mercy
all body candy
tattooed with a snake anus
her clitoris pierced
with rose paved sparkles
and nipples
stabbed with bat shaped studs

nurses sharpen knives
while quack doctors
tend to
little plastic dolls
blood bathers
with crossed femurs
in hospitals beds

she
a naked lunch
sumptuous
and willing betrothal
in a pearl satin gown
black lips glossed
hair red and purple
thighs and belly trussed

nipples scorched and punctured
from incensed flames, teeth and ravaging kisses
eaten with panicked jaws
her cunt torrid
a gushing river banquet
of blood black jam
chained and strapped
legs stirrup wide
feet silky glisten
for tongues and kisses

a candle light ritual
as she is copulated
by both sexes
and fed upon

Mercy
laughing like a loon
screaming
eat the feast
you lovely beasts

and half devoured
emerges
a blood perfume delirium
she all
writhing wet mouth drools
saliva like diamonds and pomegranates
back arched
withered from a blistering frenzy
her eyes a white glaring tempest
gone vacant
her mouth like licorice slur
gaping
frozen in a ghastly shriek
her belly nectar
oozing
as the very last of her
a rattled blood moon
surrendered

her remains
wolfed down
in the
house
of
Dragool

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Nicely done! I hope that there are others here that will appreciate your writings. You have a flair not seen here at Neo. in some time. The content here is not quite so angry as the last one and I rather enjoyed the flow. You have a way of making the content ALMOST irrelevant. I'm liking what I see. ~ Geezer.
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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

reminds me of the torture rooms in the castles I once visited on a bicycle tour of Austria Hungry. We dined in the torture chambers of Vlad the Impaler, I assume the Dragool of this poem. There you witness the actual tools used, and you eat only with your hands. Wild Boar.
The poem is like a modern Poe, much more graphically erotic.
Bravo.

(I was slightly distracted by "wiseguy gangsters" and "quack doctors" as not finding the mark in this gothic erotica.)

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Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

Thank you for your comment while I understand you being thrown off I was strangely unaware that the poem was gothic, although you make perfect sense, Rather I felt an astral world where figuratively speaking UFOs may coexist with witches, Sense of place, historical settings allude me I suppose or mix together as in doctors giving blood baths to plastic dolls, perhaps also non-sequitur

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when I joined neo
some time almost 10 years ago
quite a few poet- erotic women were kicked out
I felt sad
tried to hold some hands
but women are women -simply sensitive
so many were kicked off like a football
by the coach
sad 'twas

the burning flames were within norms of excitation as some quote of the Bible here I read just now
but shy women better down down their veils
than get theirs uplifted
by rogues
so they fled to oasis of pleasure and passion
perhaps,
never to return to lure
the guys paw

Hope you continue
the lusty and lovely raw war...
my flaming gun
as a moral support
I can and do assure

sms me for sure for more

I adore your wonderful comment Lovedly

The struggle of doing ones primal true will out side the manacles of the iron, ridged, hard wired, immovable, imagine- less, fixed in cement, good people is withering for free souls of ardent desire
But fuckum :)
Come hither my love to be consumed, are we not closest to God during Orgasm?

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