Dinner Time with the Devil

those Devils show me who they love
through a forest of sharp teeth
grinning all hungry
straight at me
lip lickers them all

they tell their friends
'that bitch poet
down the road
she never told us anything
worth hearing'

'that bitch poet
had big tits
and one too many questions
we had to eat her up
and leave her wanting more'

this bitch poet
knows just what those Devils
are saying
their harsh whispers
carry on the stale night air

hush hush you fuckers
I hate the daylight
and curse the sun every morning
when those Devils
settle into their beds with their new lovers

this bitch poet
has opened her mouth
and let a crucible
of carrion
fall at their feet in the name of fun

this bitch poet
stayed up all night
lamenting big trucks
barreling down the alleyway
when the drugs had worn off

this bitch poet
this Wicked Witch of East Van
this worst kind of heaven
this ghost with green eyes
this mountain of a woman

she knows just how to cut
right under the ribs
straight in a shower of blood
and nightly dreams
of just the best way to kill them

this bitch
pulled the moon down for you
and choked you on it
rammed it down your throat
dancing to the gurgling

this bitch
is a tower to that dark Goddess
and hates you
you Devil you
with all her little black heart

and she hopes you die tonight
before that warrior sun
kills all her dreams
because this bitch poet down the road
just wants to go to bed

and forget any of this ever happened

Blister

I have been picking at my skin
digging with my dirty nails
down through layers
of meat
somewhere underneath there
the itch
is growing
inch by inch
and I can't get there
fast enough

you are a blister
pus filled
and oozing
I see
that green blood streaked
fluid
sloshing behind your eyes
I want to cut you open
and watch your juices run out

you have infected me
with all your vile
slimy
swamp toad ways
warts and all

if I kiss you
I won't get a prince
I'll get a mouthful
of sick
and ulcerated tissue
you are the acid kiss
that eats away at my gums
and breaks my teeth

 I've been digging away
at my skin for years now
ripping the scabs off
poking at the sore spots
watching the bruises bloom
deepest purple black
and still all I taste
is acid

you are a blister
more putrid than pure
and where your flaking skin falls
fungus grows
to mark the spot
where your soul
started to fester

your fetid love
is a boil
on my ass
and when I sit upon it
I can feel
all the pain you wished upon me
and still I find myself
gagging on
your ever searching
swamp water tongue
and I beg for more

Hoof

war spit
curly haired motherfucker
came down here
to tell me
what was what

and then fell in love
with his best friend

I stomped
snorted
growled
turned my head
and groaned

hey now come on
smoke skin
I saw you coming
right up over that ridge
on the train bridge
in the middle of the night

'Can I come home with you?'
you're so fucking pretty
you think I haven't seen
those same mountians
I was born here
straight from the boulders
in the valley

we climbed them
stomping
the herd
clicking
their heels
down the road

and when that horse 
died on the fence
we saved her skull
and the old farmer
more practical than us  
said she had many foals

our wars were over a hundred years ago
those hooves still echo
over long buried battlefields
ghosts still wander this land
from a far flung tradition
to yours

stagger 
too much liquor
and even quicker
tried to bite me  
and that old dusty
toppled down
church
reared up in my head
and the thorny wild roses
made a canopy
of green and pink
and I only ever saw you after dark
when our worlds
attempted with rather futile measures
to blend
and failed

and in this old land
with new people
in this broken down
cracked right up
leaking and seeping
body
I heard them running
hoof to packed dirt
and let you go
over that rocky cliff face
in spirit
more Devil
than I was ever any kind of good   

    

From Hell to Breakfast

the kingdom came
under my skin
i saw light
through the bullet holes
ice pick awl
eyeball heaven
and a kiss
so subtle
that it never happened
a flutter
of lips
so soft
they tasted like
ripe strawberries
rotting
on the vine
sick and sweet
and leaking
down your chin
fluid
fills the walls
and they burst
gushing
black liquid
filling the room
in its slimy
swamp song
where dead bodies
bloat
and split open
with flies
taking to the air
in iridescent swarms
blackberry canes
hiding sweet treasures
amongst cruel thorns
bits of meat
hanging
so foolish to reach
you lost your hand
in there
the teeth snapped shut
and the grass swayed
with indifference
that slip of birds' wings
past my neck
that putrid
scent on the air
the rushing of water
over my toes
rusty nails
singing in the wind
the holes
stuffed up with dead leaves
the kingdom came
and with Hell for a name
fell to the doors
of that great emptiness
and underneath it all
the worms
and the beetles
and the ants
moved the world forward
on their backs
and down in our wet graves
we saw Heaven
dissolve
the Sun
put her eyes out
and at the end
of it all
became the bile
that turned the universe

Shades of Hate

i'm just a little bit unnatural
difficult
pregnant with rain
all dark cloud
thundering
over you

i'm just a little bit violent
tasteless
full of chittering
never taking the easy way
always sputtering
locked up tight

i'm just a little bit hateful
i tried on love
but it chafed
not on me
but you
you are a blister

i'm just a little bit amused
at your bloody nose
that I put there
with the kiss
of a fist
so pretty

i'm just a little bit spiteful
never been big on reality
you don't want to come in here
you don't want to know what I keep
all locked up
where no one can see

i'm just a little bit frightening
much too hard to trust
much too wild to hold onto
i love like a hurricane
and send stop signs
through your neck

i'm just a little bit destructive
i crush the roof
of your peaceful palace
i rip holes
in your favorite clothes
i stomp on your toes
and never say sorry

in absolute truth
I'm not a little bit of anything
I am everything
Godzilla leveling buildings
Scathach killing kings
Lilith eating souls
Kali crushing worlds

I am Everything
and in this vast nothingness
of my heart
I rule All
and see you futile men
die before me