La Casita
Smooth—
here we go;
listen, listen
“thanks
for the conversation
and the coffee—”
consensual anonymity;
nakedness.
Stimulant
My last form
of self destruction;
not the draining
of the blood
or the slow drag
of a cigarette
Muscles quaking—
I pull at my skin—
Watching
absorbing
pound it;
take two.
Lipstick
His girlfriend;
my girlfriend.
Feminity
penetrates;
masculinity bleeds.
the Egg releases
the Egg releases
stop.
The Serpent’s Tongue
I’ve taken shits
better han sex
with a man.
Sex, defne it:
an art form— subjective
pleasure, however,
isn’t practical.
Little girl,
you know nothing
Hear your serpent’s tongue
hear your serpent’s
tongue hiss
and slither.
Heat
Oh,
sun deities!
I am parched.
The cactus
with a lone
needle—
withering
flower.
Scavengers,
here is your
feast.
Feed, feed
on my flesh;
I will digest
in your bodies
and once you rot
I will be born, again.
El Canto De Las Muertas
Why be frightened?
She sings,
Sings!
put on your spectacles—
everything is nothing;
impermanence is infinite.
Reincarnation?
Fertile womb:
your odors
taste like cinnamon—
spice of life!
Celebrate your
spectrums,
your ancient
forms.
She is not soft,
not round,
nor can she be
found in any sort
of listed entry
manufactured by
his logic.
Search for her
forbidden fruits
buried under
the functions of
the institutions
that silenced
her.
Because
she Sings,
Sings!
That song
only the brave
can learn.
You’re inside
playing your favorite
video game
without player two
outside—
I am
With disappointment
welling in your gut
you rode off
Sorry—
I am
You told me
you’d make it
the worst
and
That you,
my little brother,
were not my priority
your sister—
I am
Let me
tell you
trying my best—
I am
I
“You do not know my father,
otherwise you would know me”
Said the man in the white cloth
obey what those who said
they know— betray, betray, betray
II
The only thing God
ever created was eternity,
everything real
is an illusion
(not in the blueprint)
III
You know the periodic table of elements?
My flesh knows it.
I’m in pain—
the grass knows it.
the metal knows it.
all the pesticides know it.
IV
“That’s nice”
Yes. That landscaping,
that shirt, that green-blue planet
murder and money
right there
in the palm
of your right hand
V
“Life is not fair”
try hell
try death
try never
being born
then
and
only
then
can you tell me that
