this one should have a warning label...PARENTAL DISCRETION ADVISED...read at your own risk, poet not responsible for fragile realities
for the newly minted virgin
Time is now for the upheaval; for the revival...
When the monster, and monstrous it is,
tramples all, she declares sanity and breathes
the first livin' breath.
Understandin'
"Why have I slept so long...?"
And for the first time, when she yells "God", knows
what she is talkin' about.
...her eyes are heavy and her lips swollen and swellin'...
nubile, slick, nasty, viscous, sticky (tacky), adult fuckin'
with endless juvenile energy and curiosity,
spread apart; peel open all the hidden spaces
that will not fit here...a given reason to try until they do...
coolin' hyperactivity to a dronin', grindin', numbness.
Coma...
reawakenin' with hallelujah moments,
"I was dead...and you could see it, couldn't you?
I was yet to be born...Alive! Flight! Oh,
the world the people, you, me, especially me,
we are on fire and I am meltin' down...What do you see now?
Oh...I didn't know people taste...you see life? drippin'?
from my pussy? Fresh fucked little girl? Well I told you
I wasn't no little girl...although comparin' now to then...
one who desperately wants to choke on your massive cock?
Is it 'cock' or 'dick'?...You can put it in your mouth right?"
What do people do with hairless
little asses like hers?
Savage, ravage, wake it up and put it to sleep...longin'
as much to see, explore, experience as be seen, explored, experienced...
now she needs to live...
Stark, raw, in your face poetry that I viewed through flinching eyes, but the head can't deny that this poetry is crammed full of provocative, affecting images that make a huge impression. Regardless of the subject matter - this poem is darn good.
Images in the shards of a broken mirror, disjointed but coming together, so sharp they will cut you in secret places and leave you... bleeding.